real life spooks

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>>18732525
That's a lie OP and we all know it. All these type of childhood bullshit stories are made up just as they were in 5 years ago.

>>18732525
>be age of 12
>parents want to leave the urban area and make rural into home instead
>it is scary home in nowhere's middle
>nighttime becomes
>hear loud banging and someone say "I am ghost man I am here to haunt you"
>scared becomes me for a second but then think it is just the house settling
>go out to go to bathroom
>see scary ghost face, but think it is just the house settling again
>go back to bed
>awake I become in morning of next day
>never see the ghost man again
It was not dream either, and now I don't think it was the house settling

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>>18733477
gr8 story

I see shadows of thumb headed guys whenever I drive down this one strip of road to my parents house. A thin lane in a forest with deer all around and a pretty big hill to drive up. It's not a story it just happens literally every time I drive down that road at night.

Y'all need some Goku on your life

>>18733477
>one day
>coming home
>i get scared
bruhthatshitscary.jpg

Why does every one of these stories have to be fucking kids?

I hate the trope of "yeah I was ten when I seen a spooky ghost omg"

They would work better if you were older because then we could relate more. Not like any of this shit happened anyway, so just change shit like

>playing hide-n-seek
To
>drinking a beer and watching tv

Fuck man

>>18732525
>Few years back
>Concession stand worker at a county owned baseball park
>Closing up after the last game of the evening
>Pitch black, except for the stadium lights that I have to shut off
>Switch is in the announcer's box above the seats
>Close and lock up the concession stand and the main gate because creepers be creepin, then head up the bleachers
>Get in the box, look at the field as I reach for the lights, and I see the a kid out behind the fence at the far end of the field. He was probably no older than 8.
>At this point I assumed he had some reflective shirt or some bullshit, because he was very noticable considering the low light other than the stadium lights which are pretty dim.

These fields were next to a park and the fences were ~10 ft high and barbed at the top. Not the best part of town. He and his buddies were probably playing around being edgy in the park at night or something.

>Kid runs off, whatever.
>Shut off lights and head down the bleachers
>When I get to the exit of the bleachers, near 3rd base, I head to the tool shed which is on the other side of the field near 2nd.

>lock that sucker up and turn around because the day's done and I'm headed home

>Stop dead in my tracks
>ohshitwhatthefuck.Jpg

>There's a kid, pale white in the darkness about 50ft away from me, staring
>After what feels like hours he turns and runs towards the bleachers, ducks behind a trashcan
>I call out and ask how he got in the park, walking wide to see behind the can while maintaining distance
>The kid is gone
>No where he could have gotten without me seeing
>Book it to the exit, lock the place up and never work at that field again.

For all I know I locked some kid in a baseball field, but I have no idea where he went or how he got in or why he was so good damn visible in the near complete darkness but I was spooked to the max.

This is the closest thing to a ghost story I have and I'm glad that's it.

>>18735072

I was 21 in this.
>>18735170

>>18732525
>be me 6 or 7
>laying in bed, eyes closed and facing the wall
>hear a woman say "I know you're still awake"
>felt surprisingly calm during whole ordeal
>I have more

>>18735194
>about a year ago
>keep waking up to knocks on my door all the time
>turns out it is sleep paralysis and is known as exploding head syndrome
>I can't buy that shit. It was clearly distinctive knocks on my door that were very hard. I couldn't imagine hearing the door raddle after every bang on my bed room door.
>like literally 3 loud knocks woke me up multiple fucking times, some of the creepiest shit in my life.
There is more.

>>18735207
>Sitting high in front of computer
>kinda zoning out after a bong rip infront of my computer, lived at my grandmas at the time
>creepy as fuck, my aunt died in that fucking room dude
>hear a voice clearly say "hey" to me from hallway
>Consisntly bad vibes in there, had some good nights to though

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>>18735217
this would completely kill my high. id be fucking pissed

>>18735217
>living at my dads, who is actually a serial pedophile.
>sleeping in haunted guest bedroom
>hear breathing beside my bed all the time, consistently
>Living in the basement there
>Basically saw shadows running around the fucking room
>heard footsteps all the time upstairs
>Remember seeing breath on mirror in basement before to

>>18735225
Even better anon.
>moved back from my grandmas to my moms a few months ago
>sleeping in brothers old bedroom now because it is bigger and nicer
>wake up and see shadow woman standing in front of my room
>sperged out and basically said "yeah fuck this"
>immediately get up and sleep paralysis monster is gone by the time I sit up
>still sprint to turn on light and turned on some good music
>good music makes the bad spirits go away, pro tip.

>>18735228
I was like 15 and usually drank myself to sleep due to fear of spirits. Stepmom was Wiccan but a dumb fat Wiccan.

>Be me about two years ago
>At friends house
>Friend leaves to go pick up food
>Look around his living room and see a bird figurine
>Go to pick it up but clearly hear "Don't touch"
>No one in the house but me
>Tell friend about it when he gets home
>He throws out the bird

>>18735228
Even spookier I was raped by my dad lol

>>18735246
Tell us more

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>>18735245
>pic related
>came on demonic bird statue.jpg

>>18735253
It actually goes back a fairly long time, I don't mind talking about it.
>my mom and dad have their own place when they are like 20
>dad was originally raped by my great aunt when they were much younger. She put a box on his head and raped him when he was 5
>mom finds little girl clothes in cabinet
>mom just throws them out, doesn't ask
>few years later at new apartment mom finds a disgusting porn stash of uncleared sex toys and small children clothes..
>dad gets a job working with small children when he is about 26... like infants...
>Began molesting these kids, how do I know this? Well why the fuck else did he do that?
>had my little brother, probably raped him until like age 4
>had me, raped me until age 4 or 5
>mom ended up walking home to dad being extremely drunk on the couch in her underwear with us sleeping upstairs
>he'd be drunk like this pretty often but that was an extreme case
>Then parents got divorced
>Never really talked to dad that much, we did some really cool shit actually. Went bike riding in the city, kayaking with college kids, going to art museums. I think he cared, just corrupted.
>age 8 or 9, pulled blanket off the couch from my brother and caught him masturbating. He was like 14. I think my older brother is a pedophile aswell seeing how he is living currently at age 22.

>Be me
>10 years ago
>15, hanging out with best bud since middle school
>He's spending the night at my house
>We are sleeping outside on a trampoline
>Have a fire roaring about 10 ft away
>After about 3 hours of jumping around and other fuckery we are exhausted
>Sun set about 30 minutes ago, and twilight is almost over
>We stock up the fire and hit the sack
>I lay down and just stare at the sky for about 10 minutes
>Suddenly it feels like someone through a concussion grenade onto the trampoline
>A bright flash and then I can't see anything
>Start to feel a hot sensation on the left side of my body
>Now it's burning
>I can literally feel the flesh burning off my skin
>Friend screams at me and pulls me away from the burning sensation
>I regain vision after about 3 minutes of rambling to my friend about random shit
>I was laying with my left arm and leg on hot coals of the fire
>It was completely burnt out, just leaving the coals behind, even though it was roaring just a moment ago
>The sun was just starting to rise
>11 hours feel like they just went by in 5 minutes
>No idea what the fuck happened or how I got so close to the fire
>We go inside, get antiburn cream and bandage wrapped
>2nd degree burns
>I have to explain to my mom that I have no idea how I got to the fire
>Apparently there where 23 UFO sightings that same night
>When the burn wounds healed and scarred, you could see another scare running down my left arm that was a straight line
>Nothing cut me that night
>3 years later before my friend goes off to college, he tells me that there where bright lights in the sky before we went to bed, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to spook me

spookiest shit ever, I still have no idea how I managed to crawl off the 4 ft trampoline and on to the fire without waking up

>>18735236
>>18735194
>>18735207

Those are night terrors and exploding head syndrome. I've had both, and the hallucinations are incredibly realistic.

>Woke up during sleepover at grandparents house.
>Saw horrible monster sitting on dresser starting at me.
>World spins, I freeze (although I couldn't move anyway, because of sleep paralysis).
>squeeze my eyes shut for 30 minutes or so until I finally fall back to sleep.
Classic night terror.

>Work night shift, sleep during day.
>Was awoken suddenly in the middle of the day by loud noise outside.
>Can't move, start hearing screaming and chaos from outside.
>Hear a ghoul break down my bedroom door, leap onto my back, and feel him tearing into my flesh and bones (but without any pain).
>Ghoul and hellscape sounds from outside fade away after about 7 seconds total.
>Can move again, roll over, everything is fine.
Another classic night terror, but that one was ridiculously realistic and detailed.

I never had any creepy sounds from exploding head syndrome, just the sound of a lightbulb shattering, or a firework going off, or sometimes a loud bump in the night that I can't be sure isn't actually real.
You can usually tell exploding head syndrome because your body will flood with adrenaline and your heart will pound like crazy in your chest.

>>18735291
Any side effects from the rape?

>>18732557
Better than the deluge of that fucking alien picture, at least.

>>18735291
>Be about 12, camping with dad and pap
>pap was really cool back in the day
>dad came into room when pap was gone
>dad took off his pants in the room and I just kinda shrugged it off
>ended up self harming due to repressed memories at age 13-15
>move to dads at 15 where I get lots of drugs and almost lost my virginity to this crazy 30 year old. She was kind of hot but I'm so happy I had no clue what I was doing in retrospect
>dad ended up touching me when I had walked by on multiple occasions
>first time it happened shrugged it off
>second time I flipped out and did some pretty serious property damage. Repressed memories came forward and triggered a pretty bad episode. Was convinced I had to murder him for being a child rapist, I knew I'd be tried as a juvenile.
>ended up spending 25 days in a psycheward
>came home
>next day mom forces me to go to grandmas
>both grandparents were bluntly sexual towards me, moved out in the middle of night
>haven't talked to them since either

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>>18733744
Does "thumb headed" mean they don't really have a chin/their face is flat? Or do you mean something more like pic related?

Joking aside and slightly off-topic, you reminded me of the time I was delirious from lack of sleep on a road trip to my new home with my family and I thought I saw a 20 foot humanoid that was too simple to be human slouching like it was crying. For a split second I had a knee-jerk reaction of alert, but it was just some machinery. Marinating on the situation and thinking about if it weren't just a machine for farming is a little unsettling like if it were some unpredictable dream that could turn bad at any second. Maybe it's just my imagination that makes it creepier?

>>18735072
Kids are more sensitive to the paranormal + being a vunerable kid supposedly makes it more scary.

>>18735320
>brothers girlfriend used to flirt with me the whole time she lived with my brother, mother and I.
>kept saying really nasty stuff, never even fapped to her honestly
>she ruined a really innocent friendship
>Brother caught wind of this and just generally being a little bitch living at his moms at 21 with his girlfriend so he moves to my rapist dads house after a bad fight. He gave me shit after work one day, basically told him I was going to bust his face open for it. I can, I lift and he does not.
>brother, gf and I are all cool again
>brothers car gets imported for not paying insaurance
>he is over at our house
>brothers gf is there
>brother and mom leave, leaving us two alone..
>end up having some really dirty talk and other things
>she goes to hug me and I grabbed her butt
>apparently I crossed a line after she'd had her legs on my lap against my direction..
>RAAAAAPE
>fuck her, now brother hates me meanwhile she is 22, started it every single fucking time and it was clearly against him. Meanwhile I'm just a thirsty 18 year old who wanted action.
>have an amazing gf I wouldn't trade the world for, along with happy life
>now I don't talk to my brother, my uncle, neither side of my grandparents, my dad and basically everyone they knew.

>>18735305
I self harmed and was suicidal from ages of 12-15.
The scars are gone now, not like it matters I'm pretty jacked now so the scars are kind of a statement I feel.
But yeah I think I have mild schitzophrenia. It caused me to have major depressive disorder in my teen years along with symptoms of bipolar I think.
I am actually really happy now, so there's that.

>>18735347
Well good for you man. Keep it up, the happiness I mean.

>>18735334
I shouldn't post this shit on here, but honestly it surprises me how many people think it's okay in anyway. The amount of negative shit that can be left on there conscious if they aren't intelligent is really sad.
Especially young women. The average fucking person going through a mental institution will never work through extensive abuse, end of story.
I've meditated, practiced martial arts and have read a lot of philosophy to get to the peace I am at now. Most people wouldn't know where to start to escape the abuse. It gets easier when your an adult aswell.

>>18735358
Yeah it's sad to say it but that kind of shit is because of the pain in initial trauma.
In bhuddism its basic understanding that causing pain to others is because of your own. Rather than seek enlightenment and move on from the pain, people dwell and hold onto the suffering.
Mental health in this country is a fucking joke from big pharma
>come stay in our facility to get meds!

>>18732525
I've had a few weird things, Heard the voice of a dead woman, People in cars on the side of the road that came to life and got back on the road are just a few.

>>18735347
This is neither scary nor fucking therapy hour fuck off

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>be me
>probably about 12 living in NE
>home alone
>chilling on bed on the floor no box or anything
>all the sudden it starts shaking
>slowly at first so I think I'm imagining it
>it's getting more severe there is no doubt the bed is fucking shaking
>convinced it's a ghost jump off bed and run away like a little girl
>tell no one cause scared will anger ghost
>later on news she there there was a tiny earthquake earlier
>mfw

>be 20
>working security in venezuela
>I'm a terp, so I go basically everywhere
>also, I'm the only white guy for miles in any direction
>multiple times have had rebels or cartels try and capture me for ransom
>because I'm white
>like some 4chan user that had no friends so he moved to a foreign country will net a lot of money
>anyways, I sleep real poorly
>wake up every hour and a half or so
>we're not in our actual barracks that night, we're going to meet up with another group for negotiations the next day
>set up camp for the night
>I'm a faggot, so I just sleep in the back of one of the trucks
>not getting assraped by a mexican because I'm cute and white
>wake up around 2 am
>notice that firewatch is kinda slacking
>who am I to judge
>hear breathing nearby
>something is amiss
>I quietly grab my pistol
>no saftey to click off because fuck yeah, sick sig
>still laying in back of truck
>breathing gets closer
>very heavy
>NOOOOOOPE
>footsteps approaching truck
>fuck this, I'm a terp not an operator
>someone opens up driver's side door
>hear rummaging, glove box opens up
>dude is leaned over the middle part of seats
>I tactically nope out of my spot behind the seats
>tactically bumblefuck into the guy
>tactically fall out of truck on top of him
>shove pistol into his face and start shouting in brownspeak
>firewatch moves handheld spotlights onto us
>it was one of the buisness faggots
>he was having an asthma attack
>he left his inhaler in the truck
>most intense combat I've ever seen
Was really horrifying because I thought I was gonna get dead or fucking hung upside down in a cabin for weeks until they realized there was no profit to be made on my ransom.

>>18735320
>>18735334
Nigga how attractive are you

>>18735207
Same Bruv
>Be Me
>Trying to sleep in bed
>hear my parents call me as I'm facing the door
>hear door open
>see black figure about eight feet tall
>mfw I'm about to get murdered by shaq
>it approaches
>all I can do is scream
>my screams turn into me saying ravioli
>mfw
>I wake up under my bed
>Mom tells me it was sleep paralysis and says she'll take me to the doctor
>go to doctor
>mfw doctor tells me I Have schizophrenia

So who else has any stories about going to the park?

>>18732525
>be 15 years old
>circa 9:00 PM
>at movie theater /w friends
>movie is over
>"alright anon, how tf are we going to get home"
>could call mom
>sneaked out
>no_can_do.jpeg
>"how the hell will we get home then"
>friend mentioned a shortcut through a forest
>5 minute walk
>arrive
>"well, who's first"
>not dying today
>leave while friends enter
>still not home
>been walking for 10 minutes
>hear a snap
>fucking huge scream, could probably hear for a mile away
>"what the fuck was that?" shaking in fear
>another 5 minutes
>up the hill is house
>friends fucking run at me
>"hi-je-fu-fucking brandon is gone!" stuttering like idiots
>"wtf, wdym he's gone"
>"some fucking weird ass person jumps down from the trees and the next thing we know, brandon is fucking gone"
>fuck
>we all smoke like a bunch of edgelords for an hour
>"listen, alright. we'll figure out tommorow"
>we all head home and got lectured by our parents.

day later

>on skype, flipping out staring at brandon's profile
>offline
>online
>"thank fucking god he's alive"
>call
>picks up
>"FUKING YOU"RE OKAY!!?" (native language: retard)
>"yeah, i'm okay. why?"
>"friends lost you to some fucking pedo"
>he's confused
>"what the fuck do you mean? i was never fucking stolen by some pedo. ffs i don't even think i was with you guys"
>can't tell if he's cracking up a prank, he's genuine, or he blacked out.
>wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't remember, he used be a crack head
>"what ever man, might of just been a nightmare, i'll talk to you later"
>"cya"
>call ends

To this day, not sure what happened that night. Maybe it was all just a joke to scare the living piss out of me or that he genuinely was kidnapped or something and that he doesn't remember. He's all fine now, still talk with him time on time again.

>>18735303
still sleep paralysis. People don't know if they have night terrors.

>>18737656

>I'm a gullable idiot and a pussy, the story

>>18732557
fuck off, shitty green text is better than shitty aliens and flat earth posts

i would share my story if this board wasn't so incredibly slow

>be 10
>be a couple of weeks after my grandfather had a heartattack in cambodia and died
>sleep in queen bed because I am alpha oldest child
>fall asleep on left side of the bed facing out
>wake up in middle of the night
>don't know what time because 10 and learning how to tell time but very late for 10 year old
>open my eyes and I'm in same position i feel asleep in
>uncomfy.fuck
>begin to roll over to face the other side of my bed
>turn head first
>body is stomach up and head is looking the the other side of my bed
>notice a figure in my bed sleeping with me
>FUCK
>its facing the opposite of how i was just sleeping
>head and body visible but just a black silhouette because dark
>under my sheets with me
>okay cooper what are you going to do you pussy
>keep body dead still to not wake up the demon
>lay like a dead person would in a coffin but with arms at my sides
>fully awake
>begin to extend my right leg outwards in hopes to touch the thing next to me without makes any major signs that i was awake
> leg is as close to the thing as possible and still can't feel it
>okay shit must be grandad (i hope to god its grandad)
>slowly roll back over to my original sleeping position
>stay awake for another 20 minutes staring at my addition and subtraction poster
>to afraid to even breathe or move blankets incase demon grandad gets mad at me for pulling the blankets off him
>finally fall asleep
>wake up next morning
>gone
>okay time to sus this shit out
>ask parents
>they don't know what i'm on about
>ask my 2 younger brothers if they crawled into bed with me last night
>both say no
>okay well fuck
>proceed to pester my parents about what the fuck happened to me last night
>they get annoyed and try to convince me that my smallest brother crawled into bed with me
>already know he didn't
>he told me

to this day still don't know what that was, who it was, or why it was in my bed.. but i hope it was my dead grandfather.

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>>18732525
real life spooks are all around us

>>18733477
WAY too spooky

>>18735242
>dumb Wiccan

bit redundant

>>18733477
Amazing, top notch story.

>>18737541
Very

>>18733477
>hear loud banging and someone say "I am ghost man I am here to haunt you"
>scared becomes me for a second but then think it is just the house settling
this fucking killed me

>>18737656
What had shapeshifted into Brandon ? Everyone new he was with . Was that really Brandon you talked to the next day ?

>>18740049
It was me anon

>>18732525
>Only a few months ago
>Start hearing things downstairs, kinda like footsteps and the like
>Figure it's just he pipes settling or whatever and try to ignore it
>Sounds start getting a little ambiguous
>Sound of drawers opening and closing start
>Snap awake and start freaking out, think I'm being robbed
>Grab the gun I keep nightstand, old .38 I inherited from my dad
>Slowly open the door, trying not to make a sound
>Can hear much clearer now, definitely someone downstairs
>Start slowly making my way downstairs
>Hands are shaking hard, got a white knuckle grip on the revolver
>Finally get to the bottom, whoever is in the kitchen didn't seem to hear me
>Raise gun and quickly leap into the kitchen
>It's not a fucking home invader
>Standing there in my fucking kitchen is what looks like a women in a white dress and stringy black hair falling over her face
>Absolutely terrified right now, still have enough sense to know shooting won't do much to help me
>For some reason /x/ begins to rush through my head, especially all those threads about people raping ghosts
>I'm not thinking straight, adrenaline is pumping and my my penis begins to get a little erect
>Without even thinking let out a scream and lunge forward, tackling the ghost to the ground and violently pulling up it's dress
>Quickly pull down my pajama pants and start thrusting forward against her crotch
>Penis eventually finds its way into the hole
>Start violently thrusting while screaming the whole time, hand still tightly grasping the revolvers while the other grabs the ghosts hair
>Don't last very long, cum in less than a minute
>Heart is throbbing as I just barely stop myself from collapsing
>Ghost doesn't disappear like in all the greentexts oddly enough
>Finally my panting lessens enough to hear a very quite sobbing and mumbling
>"stop, please stop" over and over again
>Realize I'd forgotten my sister was staying with me for the weekend
Well... At least she doesn't sleepwalk anymore.

>>18740058
Jesus anon, you can't just call black people "spooks" anymore.

>>18743282

>Only a few months ago
>Start hearing things downstairs, kinda like footsteps and the like
>Figure it's just he pipes settling or whatever and try to ignore it
>Sounds start getting a little ambiguous
>Sound of drawers opening and closing start
>Snap awake and start freaking out, think I'm being robbed
>Sort of slop off my 15 inch dragon dildo and waddle making a slippery diarrhea trail
>insert my black 10 inch dildo simply as a diarrhea stopper
>Sexily open the door
>Can hear much clearer now, definitely someone downstairs
>Hands are shaking hard, got a white knuckle grip on my balls
>Finally get to the bottom, whoever is in the kitchen didn't seem to hear me
>shit dildo and quickly leap into the kitchen
>It's not a fucking home invader
>Standing there in my fucking kitchen is what looks like a nigger in a white dress and stringy black hair falling over her face
>Absolutely terrified right now, still have enough sense to know sucking his cock won't do much to help me
>For some reason cum begins to rush through my head, especially all those threads about people
>I'm not thinking {straight}, adrenaline is pumping and my my penis begins to get a little erect
>Without even thinking let out a scream and lunge forward, pulling up it's dress
>Quickly pull down my jammy jams and start thrusting forward against niggercrotch
>Penis eventually falls off
>Start violently diarrheaing while screaming the whole time, hand still tightly grasping the balls while the other grabs the ghosts dicks
>Don't diarrhea very long, cum in less than a minute
>Heart is breaking inside the midgetniggertrannycarcass
>penis doesn't disappear like in all the greentexts oddly enough
>Finally my panting lessens enough to hear a very quite niggerdly sobbing and mumbling
>"it goes, please it goes" over and over again
>Realize I'd forgotten my Jenny was staying with me for the weekend
Well... At least she doesn't gogo deathwhen anymizzle

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>work at a science+art museum, job is to walk around and teach visitors about exhibits and help them out
>on the floor one day, sitting down at an exhibit, and suddenly see a very old and fat woman, really filthy with dirt and leaves in her hair, rolling around in an electric wheelchair and crying
>she wheels away to a part of the museum I'm not covering, and it's security's job to deal with stuff like that, not mine, so I forget it
>hours later manning the outside area (museum is constructed on a pier over a bay) with another co-worker
>it's the end of the day and the museum is fairly empty
>she wheels out of the doors from the inside and rolls over to the fence overlooking the bay
>think she's just admiring the view so ignore it
>suddenly notice she is gripping the fence and desperately pulling herself out of her wheelchair, which is hard given that her legs seemed completely limp
>she's hoisting herself onto the fence
>she's trying to jump into the bay
>hear her crying
>my coworker runs over to her and helps her back into her wheel chair
>she tells him that someone cut her open and filled her with leaves and a bomb
>she's crying so hard she can barely talk
>she says she has a bomb inside of her and it's going to blow up
>we both run away and radio security to tell them what's happening and give them her location
>we're looking through the glass door and watch a security guard come out and talk to her
>we fill in a lost visitor report and alert the other people on the floor because clearly she had to have come with someone
>security says that it looks safe and that we should go help with the lost visitor process
>a very well dressed old man is eventually found who says he is her husband
>they are reunited and they immediately leave the museum

I was pretty spooked by that

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>>18743893
>Quickly pull down my jammy jams and start thrusting forward against niggercrotch

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>>18735258
>ifunny

>>18745713
picto is better

I was home sick a day ago. Around the afternoon I heard someone sniffle behind me. It definitely wasn't me, plus I was home alone.

Satan is sickies???

>exploring a pretty large abandoned hotel in West Virginia with some friends
>we're walking through what appeared to be some sort of maintnence hall, pipes and shit all over the place
>walking a line, friend A leading the pack, i'm right behind her and then friends B and C are behind us
>Friend A and I step into a large room, presumably some sort of common area for guests of the hotel, B & C still in maintnence room taking pictures w B's camera
>A and I in common room alone, suddenly someone/something bashes a door across the room, visibly see the door move from the pressure
>shadow under the door moves to the right and we can hear someone running down the hallway, B & C rush into the room after the hear the commotion
>Spooked, we go through the door and explore down the hall in the direction the shadow moved
>only 2 bedrooms, both of which were empty aside from old bed frames
>we stand in one of the rooms talking abt how spooky it was before returning to the common area and smoking weed and then leaving

Not that spooky but its the best real story i have. Not saying it was paranormal but i certainly dont have an explanation for it.

>got alcohol poisoning and broke my leg two weeks ago
>friends took me to a hospital
>got my stomach pumped and was hooked up to an IV
>spent the night at the hospital
>in the hospital bed next to me was this pitiful looking old woman who wasn't saying a word to anyone
>super frail looking, very thin gray hair to the point that she nearly looked bald
>would just lay there in her bed and slowly scan the room, looking like she was close to tears
>red circular sticker on the clipboard hanging off her bed which I assumed signified bad news but never really found out
>at around 10 PM that night I look away from the TV to see her on her side, reaching for the electrical cords behind all of the equipment
>wasn't sure if they were actually life support or just monitoring equipment but yell out to her and press the personnel request button on the remote they gave me
>still feeling drunk and on pain meds for my leg so I was a little bit delirious and yelling at her to stop
>she won't listen to me, soon a male nurse runs into the room and grabs her by her wrist really roughly and forces her back into bed
>doesn't say anything to her but briefly really intently stares at her in a really threatening way
>she's crying
>she eventually falls asleep and I do too
>at some point in the middle of the night I wake up with a splitting headache and see the same male nurse in the room, grabbing the woman and violently forcing her into a wheelchair
>can't see her very well in the dark but she's silent
>wheels her out of the room, very careful to open and close the door silently
>a few minutes later he comes back and removes her clipboard, sheets, and flowers from the room
>she doesn't come back by the time I'm released the next day

I have one from during my time as an infantry scout in the military as a conscript.
Here's the gist of being a scout:
>see but do not be seen
>hear but do not be heard
Anyway, scouts work in small groups, I always had two men with me.
Our mission was to conduct recon on this week-long camp of jaegers and report their equipmemt and manpower to our superior.
We had stuff like night vision and thermal goggles and some other cool shit.
We had set up our tent kilometers away and me and my lazy-ass comrades were supposed to do our check on the camp for the night, everyone wanted to stay in the warm tent though so we did rock-paper-scissors and I lost, lucky me.
So I set out alone to do the check and I saw motion in the forest through night vision, silently laid down in a good spot.
Holy shit the figure was tall.
I changed to thermal goggles to see if I was seeing right.
The figure didn't give off any heat or anything, yet it was clearly there and moving.
It was going towards the camp and I kept stalking it although I was scared as shit at this point.
It goes through the camp and some poor bastard on guard duty sees it and does his usual thing
>freeze, password
>FREEZE OR I'LL SHOOT
>GET DOWN ON THE GROUND
the thing gave no shits and the guy realized how tall it was and backed off as it just kept moving on until it just disappeared in the forest.
I shouldn't have done this probably but I wanted to make sure I wasn't going insane and showed myself to the gyy and asked "did you just see what I saw" or something like that.
Usually if you catch a scout you should take him to your superior for a reward, but he was seemingly too scared to think about it.
After talking to him for a bit I fucked off back to my tent and didn't tell my comrades anything.
I got yelled at the next morning because I forgot to check the fucking manpower

>>18735170
>>Book it to the exit, lock the place up and never work at that field again.
Wait, were you really so much of a pussy that you left your job because of a kid running away from you?

>>18745996
Are you really that much of an anime watching furry porn masturbaiting basement dweller?

Was on here, shared some stuff a few years ago. I'll see if I can find it, if not, and there's some interest, I'll retell a few of my embellished childhood stories. This one, as far as I know, I haven't shared.

15-20 years ago, I was at a friend's, their house is (as close as I could measure as a kid) exactly 1.6 km (1 mile) from my house, and we lived in the country.

We were at his place, which has a phenomenal front lawn. It drops sharply from the road, and is sort of shielded from the intersection his property borders via a lot of evergreens. The dip continues down, down, down, until the trees break and it becomes this flat grassy dish, mirrored (but unforested) on the house side.
So the house has this excellent view for about 200m from the front windows.
Which is where we were on a lovely summer or spring day.
I'd just spent the night, and we'd passed a lot of time telling scary stories, but now we were playing games on his parents' computers.
>gaming away, kicking his ass at some quake or something
>we joke and talk some shit like little kids do
>probably shouldn't have been playing Quake at like seven, but w/e
>he goes real quiet
>stops playing
>I pause it, "What's up?"
>"Anon, look out the window. I think I saw something."
>Lolokay u can't troll me (we liked to mess with one another, try to scare the other all the time, that kinda stuff)
>Look out the window, he won't tell me what he saw. He's really playing this one up, he's usually not that great an actor

HOLY FUCK SOMETHING MOVED IN THE TREES WHAT THE FUCK

>"Told you anon!"
>"Shuttup it's still there"
>It fucking WALKS FROM THE FOREST TO A SMALL COPSE OF TREES IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS LAWN
We both recall something kinda different, but I remember seeing a super thin, pinkish-pale guy in a black suit with a matching hat. Not a fedora, can't remember the name at the moment.
>He says it was totally white, and in grey
>Get his dad while he watches
>Dad never sees it, but friend claims it never left the trees

>>18732525
I got a couple from when I was younger.

> Back when I was 14-15 I lived in a small town in Florida.
> This town had bumfuck all to do so I found my entertainment in the form of two friends.
> My friend Juan who was kind of the leader of the group, he was very '/x/' , constantly spouting about FEMA death camps and the like, as well as being a strong believer of the paranormal.
> John was a very mature kid for his age, acting as some sort of logic and reasoning behind our actions. He was definitely the brains of the group.
> Finally I was the dumb, low-budget muscle. Not valued for much aside from genuine friendship, being able to be talked into doing anything (Jumped a 14-foot canal once), and being able to take a hit.
> We were trouble makers, little douchebags who vandalized property and played (sometimes cruel) pranks on people.
> We did mellow out later but when you're that young, angry about nothing at all, and with nothing to do you tend to get into some dumb things.
> One of these things we liked to do was call 911 from a library phone nearby my buddy Juan's house, scream into the phone, and instantly hang up.
> Guess we did it one time too many because the response time this particular night was instant.
> As the police car closed in we bolted from the library, taking a route through a canal and coming to a stop in Juans house.
> Juans family owned two houses right next to eachother, one to store things in and the other to actually live in.
> We took refuge in the house used for storing their junk, peeking out the windows while police crept by.
> We were fairly entertained, but we had already had a couple run-ins with police officers, usually going in our favor.
> So Juan began to go on about his house being haunted.
> He told us stories of how he would hear voices from some rooms, how tv’s and stuff would turn on on their own, and how even their grandma found a shadow person floating over her one night.
> I was scared.

cont.

>>18746972
> We were currently in the house, it was dark, it was midnight, and he decides to tell us this now.
> John isn’t buying it, kind of rolling his eyes the whole time.
> He begins to argue with Juan, trying to call him out on his bullshit.
> As the two go on I can’t help but stare at one of the rooms Juan claimed was haunted, finding the pitch blackness of it incredibly unsettling.
> Suddenly John snaps a quick’ fine’ and walks into the kitchen.
> He comes back with a can of Campbell’s soup.
> “If there actually IS anything in here, I’m sure it’ll make itself known.”
> He rolls the can onto the floor, watching it roll all the way down the hall and into the darkened room I was staring at.
> “See?”
> If it wasn’t for the fact that this happened not instantly, but rather nearly half a minute later I would have just chalked it up to the can bumping against a wall.
> About to relax about it all and start talking again.
> We all went dead silent as the can comes rolling back out, stopping at our feet.
> We hear a ‘knock knock’ from the room.
> Decide that we had our fun for the night and went home.

I have more stories, this one was pretty tame to some of the weird shit that had happened to us before. I’ve been chased by more than cops before.

>>18746977
the last line got me flaccid, so anticlimactic, I hoped you died or something, not good, 3/10

I was raped by a dead girl. No fucking lie. It was the most terrifying as well as the most erotic and satisfying thing I have ever experienced.

>>18735320
lol how do people get such fucked up families. Inbreeding or what?

>>18746930
Took a while because I'm dumb and forgot, but here's some stuff I posted a while back.
http://archive.4plebs.org/x/thread/13698786/#q13700419

>>18735246
lol

>>18735258
fuck off faggot

>>18735291
u girl???????

>be 17
>Still in high school, live in suburbs
>Grandparents live across town, 10 min drive
>One day there's a big windstorm, power goes out all over town
>Leaving the gym when I get a call from grandad saying to come over and "rescue" them
>Apparently their power went out, their water wasn't working and their cars were stuck in the garage
>Agree to help like a good grandchild
>Drive over there, the street they live on is pitch black as the sun had set now
>They live at the end of the street on the other side of a pond, kind of secluded from the rest of the houses
>Long driveway
>Get out of car and walk inside
>House is overlooking a river, so its exposure meant the wind was extra strong
>windchimes.mp3
>It's pitch black inside except for a candle they lit in the kitchen
>Call out to them, no response but I'm not worried because their hearing is shit
>Walk towards the back of the house where they like to sit
>I can see candlelight from the back room and hear their voices
>Hard to hear over loud wind and wind chimes but it sounds like muttering
>Can make out apologies, like "sorry...(unintelligible) we're so sorry"
>Mostly grandma talking, grandad was quiet
>At this point I should mention grandad was in early stages of dementia, not too bad but he had trouble remembering things correctly
>Grandad walks out of room and looks at me in the darkness, cant tell if he sees me
>Stares for a moment then walks away, doesn't even acknowlege me
>I walked into the room and greeted my grandma, she seemed distant and tired
>Grandad eventuall walks back in and seems normal again
>Candles were lit so the room was dim but before we left I noticed some weird black and white picture on a desk next to a candle
>It was some little kid, so young I couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl and the picture looked old as fuck
Pretty sure they were speaking to the picture. I'd been back there a few more times and never saw that picture again.

Story my buddies told me went down last year...

>Be 20
>Nothing to do on a Saturday night
>Decide to grab some friends and go exploring
>Know of a bunch of abandoned farms
>Edmonton has a shit ton of empty farms
>Hop into one of the cars and rip around
>Merge onto highway 15 off from henday
>High way 15 is creep at night always
>Decide to go down a gravel path
>Bumpy as fuck R.I.P shocks.jpg
>Pass through a small forest with thin pines
>Eventually come out through a clearing
>Notice a fire just outside of a empty barn
>Roughly a football field away
>We park the car and walk through corn stalks
>Get close enough to see what's going down
>See a massive stick pile on fire
>Several dudes in a circle cloaked chanting
>What in the fuck.mp3
>One of my buddies stands up to see better
>almost instantly one of the guys sees him
>All the cloaked fuckers notice and sprint
>These guys are running straight for us
>We panic and run straight back to the car
>Punch the gas tires shooting rocks behind us
>the cloaked dudes are right behind the car
>Car snaps into traction and speeds off
>the cloaks chase the car
>Once in the forest they slow down and stop
>We keep driving
>friend said they stood and watched
>Further down they disappear into the dark
>We go back to my place and cool down
>Never go back there ever again.

Out on the edge of my hometown there's just a bunch of abandoned houses, in the middle of the country. Now, I live pretty far out in the country anyway, so it's like a ten minute walk to your neighbor, but these abandoned old houses are all next to one another, so for about four to six square miles, there's no one around.

When my dad was a kid, an extended family lived in these three or four houses. They were pretty normal, they partied with friends and family around town, they had a lot of forested property so the parties they threw were huge.

Most of the kids were my dad's age, but there was one who was about ten years younger. Story gets fuzzy here because my dad moved to Vancouver for a few years, when the most interesting shit happened.

Family is having a huge fucking party in the summer. People are camped out there for days. It was apparently the thing to do. There's some small Hell's Angel connection there, so some bikers were there, not unwelcome, but they do cause trouble, time to time.

Fucking gunshot rings out.

The youngest kid in the extended family either dies or commits suicide. He was like fifteen at that point. The bikers were accused, as were some other folks. Turns out later he'd gotten his cousin's rifle.

After this, the family just sort of...moved away, piecemeal. Only the oldest, the grandparents of the youngest boy remained by the time my dad came back from Vancouver. He visited them, was friends with the family, got phone numbers and stuff.

Not a week after he does, there's an ambulance at the place. Grandpa had been cleaning his gun when it went off. Missed him, broke a window, but blew out his hearing aid.

Took him half an hour to find his wife. She'd been outside, and caught the bullet meant for him. Wasn't fatal, but Dad says he never forgave himself.

She caught pneumonia not long after that, passed away in their bed, and the old man just disappeared. No one found him. At least that's how Dad tells it.

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>>18732525
>Be me

That's it. I'm a real life spook.

>>18747216
If this is legit, you're lucky to be alive anon

>>18747311
Story my friend told me, i know the highway well cause i use to use it to get to a Refinery i worked at and there for sure are alot of empty farms

>>18733477
Fucking kek

I got some non paranormal ones from the small town I grew up in lots of really weird old people and some cult shit if anyone wants to hear

>>18747228
Didn't know any of previous until after this story.

To the kids my age, it was just a weird place that made our parents uncomfortable and the cops didn't visit much. Teenage paradise, in essence.

I was fourteen when this happened, had only been there twice before. Once, as a dare when I was much younger, and the other had been a rather unremarkable party.

Get there, they've got a big bonfire. Someone's got a generator or something going because they've got strings of lights up, and a decent sound system going. Plenty of booze, and I can smell pot floating around.

Kinda nervous, I wasn't the coolest of kids, but a few of the punkier kids take a liking to me. I get pretty stoned, a little drunk. They help me set up my tent near their tents. After a little while, I get restless,and get up, leaving my new friends behind to explore.

A couple of minutes later, I'm in the house itself. It's a fucking disaster. graffiti scrawled over every surface, ruined or wrecked furniture, broken glass, filth everywhere. Holes in walls, even a shattered stair on the way up.

Clearly, this was the makeout station-though let's be honest, just about everywhere had drunken horny teens in various stages of getting it on. I got a few disgruntled shouts accusing me of perversion, but I flipped them off and headed upstairs.

Up there, I found more of the same. Destruction, decay. Oddly, no hormone-happy kids. Did find one girl passed out, or near enough, her friend scribbling on the wall in marker. Bored, I moved on to the basement.

Or would have, but damn, it was dark as hell and I didn't have a light. Headed back outside instead, grabbed a beer, and looked for my new amigos. When I couldn't find them, my very, very inebriated self decided it was about time to head to bed.

I took off in what I thought was the direction of my accommodations. By the time I saw a second house, I realized my mistake, and had begun to turn around. A voice halted me.

>>18735300
Good story thanks

>>18747407
yes absolutely pls anon

>>18735334
You said he was your little brother in the original post though?

>>18747407
Yes please.

>>18747413
It was a guy around my age, maybe a bit older. He was sat on some logs near the front. Dressed in warmer clothes than most, flannel jacket and boots, but it had gotten kinda cold. I sure wished I was in my sleeping bag, nice and warm.
>"Siddown man, what's the rush?"

Without really realizing it, I had. He was nice enough, and we chatted for a while, drunk guy to drunk guy in the the dark. A smell, a stink even, crept up on me as we talked. The conversation, while rambling, was pleasant enough, about nothing and everything. A high, metallic odor had invaded my nostrils and refused to abandon territory.

Eventually the conversation wound down and I stumbled back the way I'd come, bidding him a good night as I did. When I got to my tent, the punk kids were there, stretched out and sharing joints. They asked where I'd been, when I told them they laughed and told me to join their circle.

I retrieved my sleeping bag and did so. They shot the shit, listened to me ramble about things, mostly about the night sky. A few puffs and a lot more tangents, and I fell asleep under the stars.

>>18747417
Alright boi, my first one is from when I was a little kid I was about 9-10 and I was with my neighborhood group and we were camping in the woods there was 8 of us but we only had like 2 family sized tents so it was a little cramped being a group of 10 year olds we had all kinds of slingshots and BB guns and of course a small .22 ruger mark 1 pistol, we spent the entire day shooting stuff and exploring. Fast forward to late at night we thought we were badass because we were in the woods doing dumb kid shit, later that night we all were in bed me and one of my other friends were still awake and all of the sudden we heard footsteps. We glance at each other and freeze in terror, we can hear him rustling through our garbage bag and grunting around. I slowly move towards the tent flap and open it incredibly slowly and see him. He was clearly homeless, he had a large beard but was scrawny he wore a large raggedy coat and torn up jeans. We watched as he finished scrounging and shambled back toward town, we waited about 30 minutes and then woke everyone in the tent up we all sat ready with our weapons scared shitless for the rest of the night. At first light we packed up as fast as possible and ran like hell back towards town not super paranormal or even spooky but if he had been a murderer or something theres a good chance we'd be buried out in the woods somewhere. I still have the pistol and still get chills down my spine whenever I see it. Got plenty more stories if anyone is interested

>>18747549
Damn anon, that would have made me poop my pants for sure. Plz more.

>>18737642
TFW I'm getting murdered by Shaq KEK

>>18747216
>Close Encounters, KKK Edition

Short and not green text but fuck off.

I'm visiting my grandma awhile back I was 13 at the time. She lives by herself in the midle of nowhere with only two Neighbors. Sleeping in the living room because comfy and I had my Legos out with the TV on. She goes to bed and I decided to as well after awhile. I never slept well so I woke up about 2 hours later and started looking at my phone. Hear grandma talking. Fuck me that's weird. Here my name. Oh? Get up and use super sneek ability. Look into her room and she's laying down looking up anfrom just talking. "I know you see them but it's ok I still love you" Fuckingafraid. Rush back to living room and cover my self in 1000 blankets. Grandma comes out "anon are you awake?" I don't dare answer. She goes back. Next morning she makes waffles.

Not all that scary but it actually happend and now she lives in a retirement home and can't remember me because her dementia is so bad.

>>18737642
>see black figure about eight feet tall
>mfw I'm about to get murdered by shaq
Fucking lost it

>>18745818
Sounds like some nurse abuse. I worked with old people and saw some questionable stuff while dropping them off or picking them up. I could sense some of the nurses were weary of me-being a big guy(not someone you think would be doing the type of work I did)... abusive people don't tend to like people who are more physically able/aware.

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>>18732525
>Be 15
>Parents threw me out of the house at midnight for finding drugs in my room
>likeigiveafuck.mp4
>Pack my backpack and get a sleeping bag, it's summer so sleeping outside is no problem
>Find a lonely spot in the industrial part of town, put sleeping bag down on the edge of the parking lot that borders the building, cozy little alcove
>Go to sleep, bit spooky being so alone and quiet but fall asleep
>Wake up to hear liquid pattering down onto my sleeping bag
>Fuck rain man
>Wait I'm in the alcove how can it be raining on me
>Poke head out of sleeping bag, some guy pissing on me
>"What the fuck are you doing?", yell at him for being a creep, get out of the sleeping bag to kick his ass
>He runs off like a goddamn kenyan
>Fucking piss soaked sleeping bag goddamnit
>Wait this doesn't smell like piss
>It was lighter fluid

>>18735300
pics of scar? unless the story is bs, I'm new to /x/ and not sure if half you guys are lying

>>18738155
Want to know how i can tell you are from brazil

>>18747541
Is the climax of this story a weird smell

>>18748719
Would've been nice to be burned alive to spite your Christfag parents

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>be me
>15
>lying in my room
>on computer
>have headphones in
>hear something behind me
>take headphones off
>look around
>hear something
"P-p-pl-pl"
>wtf.png
>ghost is trying to say something
"Please......"
>I start saying "Please what?"
"Please"
"Please"
"Come to Brazil"
>mfw

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Okay guys, this happened to me last night and I haven't been able to sleep since, I was hesitant to post about it on /x/ because I've been looking for some sort of explanation or something, trying to see what it was I saw outside now that it's light out, but I cannot and it's scaring the shit out of me. I usually just frequent /b/, /mu/, and /lit/, so excuse me if this is something you guys have some explanation for already, please just tell me there's a realistic explanation for this and that what happened is common, I'm fucking terrified.
>get home from work
>it's almost midnight
>when the door opens the home security thing does a high pitched "beep beep beep" chime
>in my kitchen eating a late dinner before going to bed
>hear a door open and then the home thing go "beep beep beep" but it definitely sounds like it came from outside
>I'm sitting right by the back door, so I go check the front door
>the front door has a screen door, a wood door that leads to a small entry room, then a second door inside that leads up the stairs into the house
>these are loud ass old doors
>did not hear screen door open, did not hear main door close, did not hear second door open
>the door is still double locked, no other doors are opened, nobody is standing outside
>okay, maybe it was the neighbor's door, maybe they have the same system
>hear it again, sounds like it's coming from outside the front of the house
>look out the window
>looks like a deer is crawling on the yard with it's belly to the ground
>stands up on its back legs
>makes the door opening/beeping sound with its head raised up to the air
>it is not a deer
>it looks like a guy with deer legs, too dark to see what the fuck is going on
>"Iiiiii'm hooooome"
>WHAT_THE_FUCK.gif
>"Iiiiiiiii'm hooooome"
>sounds like a dog barking "I'm home" while trying to vomit
>starts galloping away across the street
>"beep beep beep"
>starts shaking
>it's raining out at the time, the thing opens its mouth and holds its head up
Continued

>>18749132
>thing stars digging furiously at the grass across the street with its front arms/legs/things
>puts head near the hole, like it's looking inside
>keeps walking down street
>"beep beep beep, iiiiiii'm hoooooome"
>puts head back to drink rain
>digs at ground
>keeps doing this down the block before galloping away down Division away from the city

I do not live in a rural area, the deer population typically stays down towards Melrose Park off of Thatcher by the river (I live just outside of Chicago, literally a block West of the city limits). I have never seen anything like this or heard of anything like this. I am fucking shitting myself right now. I was going to post this story on /b/ but I avoid /b/ like the plague unless I'm bored, it's summertime and I'd just get memed on left and right, and this seems more paranormal than anything else. I've been googling for similar stories and trying to find some sort of typical scientific explanation for this sort of thing but I can't even find any sort of similar story. My instinct is crazy homeless guy, but its legs bent back like a deers, it was not built like a human being, and it was definitely not wearing clothes and looked like it had a full body of fur. I don't use drugs, I was not tired, I was 100% lucid and I'm fucking horrified.
Please say there is a common explanation for shit like this.

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>>18735246
>I was raped by my dad lol
>lol

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>>18749138
next time just post the screenshot idiot

>>18735320
Are you just that hot or is your family just that fucked up

>>18735291
>caught brother masturbaiting when he was 14 you were 8,9 at the time
>brother is now 22
that makes you 16 or 17?

>>18749138
Theres a famous story with a similar thing happening with a homer simpson op pic.

>>18748719
what's up with you faggots reading muh spoopy greentexts and rewriting them for attention. at least get creative or neck yourself

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Posted this years ago but I still have the image saved.

>Be hangin out with my best friend
>on a beach with a forest off the shoreline
>sitting on a picnic table talking about vidya and hypnotism
>we both hear a noise near the forest line
>we shrug it off and continue talking
>hear it again
>look up and see a girl wearing a white dress
>get spooked but we both act tough
>start trying to talking to the girl
>take a pic
>girl just up and vanishes
>never ran that fast in my life before

>>18749132
stale pasta is stale

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>>18732525
>be 11 years old
>middle of winter
>staying at grandparents house for the night, literally live to blocks away
>two story house, huge living room
>they put the living room in the kitchen and the dinning table in the liveing room for some reason
>not my house so dont complain
>sleep on couch right next to the door
>can see the top of the steps when i lay down
>grandpa stops watching whatever he is watching and goes to his room to sleep
>huge ansomniac so dont sleep
>end up awake at around 1:00 am
>look at the top of the stairs
>moonlight shineing in from window opposite from the stairs
>solid black hooded figure with red eyes standing at the top of the steps just staring at me
>stare back at it, to scared to move
>suddenly can move again, put on my jacket and get my hat
>walk home at 3:00 in the morning, im suprised i wasnt hit by a car cause i was walking in the middle of a light blizzard in the middle of the night
>get home spend two hours just sitting in the computer chair
>to scared to wake up my parents so i just sit their
>start thinking about how mad my grand parents would be if they found out i left
>walk back at 5:00 in the morning
>still dark out, get to grandparents door
>to scared to go inside
>end up standing in the cold at 5:30 in the morning till 7:00
>go inside
>no lights on, figure is gone to
>sit on couch again, still scared shitless
>dont sleep for the rest of the day

my grandpa spanked the shit out of me when he got up, apparently he got up in the middle of the night to check on me.
i got another.

>>18746930
You might be thinking of a Trilby hat

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>>18749646
>be 14, 2006 AD
>visiting friends cabin just outside of town
>all of us are nerds so no sports or hikeing or anything
>do normal party things, cake presents vidya ect
>cabin was pretty normal, it was a little small so we all ate wings and cake their and then slept in a old house on the property
>the place used to belong to a girlscout troop
>they shut down a while ago
>nothing bad happened they just couldnt pay the taxes for the property
>make a joke about ghost blowjobs cause i was a teen
>was semi serious but nobody picked it up
>we all pull out our brick laptops
>play shitty online games and joke around
>i fell asleep first due to lack of sleep the night before
>no beds in the place so we use sleeping bags
>we where all set up near a corner to the left of the door because we could charge our laptops there
>im two feet infron of the wall, all the laptops are next to me
>one of my friends, lets call him 99 was sleeping right below the lap tops and next to the door
>another friend (lets call him 88) was to my left
>fall asleep at around 12:30
>wake up at 2:00
>only 88 was wake, 99 and another thats not important enough to name fell asleep
>fall asleep again
>wake up at again at 4:00
>everyone is asleep
>feel a bit sick and cold
>peek my head out of my sleeping bag
>i look over above 99
>a semi transparent shadow is floating over him, its only above the legs below that is nothing
>as soon as i look it flips to look at me like its a 1-D image, also get one of the worse headaches ive had. similer to a migrain
>starts floating towards me
>hide under sleeping bag, scared shitless
>sick feeling gets worse as does the cold and headache
>balls suddenly feel like they are being squeezed, thighs and dick feel like they are covered in ice
>stay there in pain trying not to grunt from the headache, the cold and squeezing feeling
>end up falling asleep like that
>wake up the next day, tell 99
>he doesnt believe me
>never tell it to anybody else

>>18749695
>as soon as i look it flips to look at me like its a 1-D image, also get one of the worse headaches ive had. similer to a migrain
>starts floating towards me
>hide under sleeping bag, scared shitless
>sick feeling gets worse as does the cold and headache
>balls suddenly feel like they are being squeezed, thighs and dick feel like they are covered in ice
>stay there in pain trying not to grunt from the headache, the cold and squeezing feeling
>end up falling asleep like that
>wake up the next day, tell 99
>he doesnt believe me
>never tell it to anybody else

i like to think i got a blowjob from a ghost while it (or they hopefully) squeezed my nuts but i know they probably jsut squeezed my nuts for the "ghost blowjob" jokes earlier that day.

>>18749695
>>18749700
son of a bitch i meant to delete the last part a post it below.

>>18735370
Are you suggesting Buddhism could help a schizophrenic? Fuck off.

This happened in december of 2016.

100% real

>Required to make a short film, using only one room.
>roup of 8 friends, 3 of us wanted to do drama, the others wanted to do horror, they win, and we do horror
>shy girl in the group, offers an abandoned house that his father was trying to sell.
>we go to that house for some little sneak peek
>little, but useful, we accept
>It's time to film, and we are on the house, we decide to film during night because we needed a lot of silence (shitty microphones that record a lot of background noise)
>mid shooting, we decide to have a break and eat
>from the inside, we hear the banging of a door
>we think it's somebody outside, there is no one (we are filming on a quiet neighborhood)
>we finish eating, and we take some minutes to rest
>another bang at the door, but from inside of the house
>my best friend and I are suspicious, the rest are freaking out, except for the shy girl that gave us the house
>she was motionless, still eating (she asked for another plate)
>we proceed to film the remaining scenes
>actors are doing their thing (kiss scene)
>we finish shooting
>3 am, we can't sleep, because of energy drinks
>we smoke some cigs and drink some beers in a circle
>shy girl gets close to me, proceeds to tell everyone that her father couldn't sell the house because the last tenant poisoned himself on the hallway next of where we were
>guys make fun of her
>dead guy was her boyfriend
>her father didn't accept the relationship
>guy went nuts and killed himself
>shy girl says ''here we go''
>guys still making fun of her
>a minute of two pass
>theres an eerie scream coming out of the house
>everyone freak out
>wake up the next day
>shy girl offers us some breakfast
>we eat quickly and leave
>we never hear about shy girl ever again

I was spooked more about shy girl, than her boyfriend's ghost

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This story isn’t particularly conducive to green text so I’ll just type it out.

This happened just this past summer and is the only experience in my life that I would classify as 100% unexplainable/paranormal. Bear with me as this is the first time I’ve tried typing this out. This happened to two of my friends and I probably in mid june/july of 2016. All of us were 19 years old, I’m 20 now. We were hanging out at my friend Nathan’s place. It’s currently used as an office for his grandfather and uncle who run an architect firm out of it during the day. The building itself isn’t anything spectacularly spooky from the outside(looks relatively modernized despite being made of brick), but the inside is pretty creepy desu, looks almost Victorian era esque, lots of old furniture, paintings, mirrors, and for some reason, dolls strewn throughout the house. Anyways, Nate had casually mentioned a few times that he’d see shadows moving in the corner of his vision, or feel as if someone was there with him when he was actually alone in the house, but I never thought too much into it as he was a pretty paranoid/anxious person in the first place. One night we decide to go into the guest bedroom, which is by far the darkest and spookiest room in the house, and walk up to the mirror only using a lighter for light, just for shits. So we do that, and as we’re staring into the mirror, which is on a wall in front of the foot of a bed. We all, simultaneously get a really uneasy feeling, and all decide that we want to gtfo.(Nate claims to have seen a shadow at this point on the bed behind us, but I cannot confirm) As we’re leaving, our other friend Chris is the last to leave, and as he goes to shut the door we turn and watch him as he is obviously trying to SLAM the door. 1/?

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>>18751167
As he goes to slam the door it closes about 85% of the way then stops abruptly, then chris yanks the door again and it closes and he immediately walks into the living room area looking spooked to shit. Nate and I wut and ask him wtf just happened. Chris tells us it felt like someone grabbed the door from the other side as he tried to slam it. Chris is literally covered in goosebumps at this point, but we laugh at him and call him a faggot. Chris says he has to take a leak and that he doesn’t wanna close the door cuz hes spooked. As he goes into that bathroom(which is connected to the bedroom nate sleeps in which is connected to the room we are in), Nate and I sneak out of the room solid snake like closing the door behind us. We take a left and head downstairs and as we were about ¾ of the way downstairs we hear three or four steps at a dead sprint and then a loud BANG on the door that we just closed, as if someone slammed there hand on the other side of the door. Thinking this was chris having discovered us missing, we run down the rest of the stairs and are now in the office area of the house. We then hear the faucet running in the bathroom and hear chris washing his hands. We realized at this point that it was most definitely not chris who hit the door and I feel as though I got punched in the gut. Like literally sheer terror, like the feeling you get going down a roller coaster(except not fun). Nate and I decide to go back up the stairs back to back holding onto each others shirts. 2/3

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We make it up into the living room again in one piece and find Chris sitting in the far corner in a chair just blankly looking forward. We ask him WTF and he responds with “Did you guys slam the door on me?”. We’re like wtf no, what do you mean. Apparently while in the bathroom Chris had the bathroom door slammed on him, mind you this was completely separate from the noises we heard. We shit bricks meanwhile Chris’ phone suddenly vibrates and he takes it out to reveal something like 14 new voicemails on his phone and as he does this the lamp he’s sitting next to starts flickering like crazy. Chris and I nope out and leave Nate to his haunted house. Nothing else much ever happened, except one night we fucked with a homemade ouija board and got results. Sorry for the essay 3/3

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>>18747216
>Yfw you've given them ample time to read your license plate number

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XA2axbKxcoQ

>>18751583
Stop posting your shitty ARG everywhere faggot, no one cares.

>>18735242
>drank myself to sleep
>because of spirits
>drank
>spirits
nice

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>>18735258

>>18751579

Anyone know who this girl is? Jesus Christ she's gorgeous

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>>18745740
>sniffle
I think it may have been this Ancient Slovenian Lacanian Chaos Sorcerer.

>>18745891
What miltary were you part of? Where was this? Who was the enemy?

>>18735170
Good story for a change.

>>18732525
This sounds (and is) kind of lame but I want to tell someone about it anyway

I meeting at a restaurant with some friends, turn on my gps even though I've been there a few times before but I'm more or less directionally-retarded. Anyway, turn on gps and everything is normal. All of a sudden this terrible screech and LOUD static comes through my phone. It sounded like there was a voice behind it and saying something, a mans voice which is even stranger since my phones gps voice is a generic woman. That lasted about 10-15 seconds and then it stopped. Gps voice continued normally after that, the speaker on my phone has never malfunctioned.

I couldn't make out the words it said but the way the pauses between them, I don't think it was just the speaker/my phone malfunctioning and distorting the audio. My gps was already acting weird so I was just ignoring it and it was telling me to turn right. It didn't sound anything like that, just with the length and intonation of the words, like it was a different person or something else entirely speaking through my phone.

>>18752399
Your phone might have picked up interference from a satellite phone while trying to triangulate the GPS.

>>18732525
I more experienced a second hand real life spook

There was a guy that went missing in my area. Met him a few days before he went missing at a bar.

It's a convoluted and long story, but the short of it that the man has been missing for almost 3 years now. He mainly just rambled at me a lot, and I ended up buying him a few drinks. Bitched about how these 'dons'(sic) were keeping him up all night, and the bar was the only place he was comfortable anymore. He went on about how he saw them(?) while he drove at night, and how he couldn't even sleep without them giving him nightmares. Guy had a family and kids, and two days later he just upped and disappeared.

He's still missing today, and no one knows where he's at.

>>18732525
I swear I saw ghost when I was younger but only for few seconds.

>>18735246
Haha rape lol

>>18739995
No one cares anyway. Good day, anon.

>>18743282
Top kek

>At work at a drug store
>3 other coworkers there
>Midget ugly she-beast, Nigger and Faggot
>1 minute before shift is over
>Sit the across from the hallway that leads to the batroom
>See Faggot walking and enter hallway
>Yell at him
>Dude just let me get my coat
>Enter hallway
>Batroom door is swinging open
>Faggot likes to hide behind door and open it from the inside to spoop people
>I saw you come inside Faggot
>Kick the door
>It slams against the wall
>Enter bathroom
>It's empty
>Grab coat and fuck off
>See coworkers outside
>Ask Faggot if he went to the bathroom
>Says No
>Nigger and Midget confirm he's been there all the time
>Nope all the way home

>>18732557
>going to /x/
>going to ANY board on 4chan
>expecting ANYTHING to not be bullshit

ISHYGDDT

>>18748485
for you

>>18748719
Stolen greentext

>>18752173
Buddy, that's the girl who played Kitty Pride from X-Men, and also she was the lead role in "Juno". I forget her name, and can't think of it off the top of my head, but she's pretty darn famous, you clueless fool.

I have a handful of experiences

>be child, around 10-12
>house design + room layout allows me to see all the way out into kitchen (other side of house) when laying in bed by looking at reflection in turned off tv
>laying in bed, going to sleep, bedroom door is open and hallway light is on
>watch reflection for a few moments before bed often, doing so now
>see a moving figure in the hallway right past my bedroom doorway (through reflection)
>stare harder at reflection, notice it has details...
>looks like a person wearing the scream killer's costume, no white face though due to being black silhouette
>scream killer has one hand up in air with something in it (knife?)
>scream killer is making very broad, sharp, fast movements, almost like a weird dance
>repeating same movement over and over, arm goes up/down, body shifting left/right, feet taking turns being raised up
>wtf.jpg
>after watching this for a few moments, get up off bed and lean over to look out doorway myself
>there's a vacuum cleaner in the hallway right where I'm seeing this moving figure in the reflection (mom must have left it there after using it for some reason)
>lay back down and look at reflection
>hesback.gif
>jump out of bed and look again, vacuum.
>lay down n look in reflection yet again
>nowimfreaked.png

i repeated looking back and forth 5-10 times, sat up, made sure i wasn't half asleep, rubbed eyes strained to re-focus every time i looked at reflection, it was the same thing every. fucking. time. Same guy, same movements, same everything, but look directly and its a vacuum.

I don't remember what I wound up doing, I think I shut the door and turned on lamp or something for the night, never figured out any explanation for that nor saw it ever again

>>18753741
>be ~19
>live w/ mom + brother (dont ask)
>sleep in dark with no lights, door shut
>sleep upside down in bed, causing top of head to point at closet (stays open)
>sleep time, at "almost gone" phase
>suddenly hear "AHHHHHHHHHHH"

The best way I can describe it is imagine a 7 year old girl screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs. High pitched shrieking squeel.

>causes me to scare-jump up so I'm up on elbows, head immidiately swiveled torwards sound, am now staring dead on into my closet through pitch black room
>cantmove.jpg
>aboutpissedmyself.png
>after a solid 30 seconds of being frozen, staring at closet, with eyes wide fucking open and fully alert, decide "okay, calm down, you were probably half asleep and imagined it

used to hear voices sometimes, normally single words, both familiar and new voices

>calm self down, convinced was imagination, lay head back down to go back to sleep
>not even 10 seconds after eyes close and head hits pillow
>"AHHHHHHHHHHH.mp3"
>KNOW i'm not even near asleep this time
>immidiately jump out of bed, fly across room (having to pass the closet) and run down halloway strait into moms room at top speeds
>grown man in nothing but boxers running into parents bedroom to wake them up because of closet monster
>wake mom up, tell her I'm hearing something
>the two of us inspect room and closet together, i poke around inside to see if somehow an animal got in, nothing there
>go to sleep with door open and lights on for about a month.
>nothing ever happens again

The next day I talked to my older brother and asked him "What kind of animal makes high pitches screaming like noises, like a 7 year old gril screaming bloody murder?"

He thought I was setting up a riddle/joke, got a big smile with eager facial expression, "...an ostrich? :D", excited to hear the punchline. I would go on to hear him poke fun at this situation for years to come

>>18753741
>>18753761

>living in another city with (now ex) girlfriend
>have sticky magnet sticky note book thing on fridge
>the kind with an adhesive spine that you can pull the page off of
>is not a loose adhesive, cannot accidentally tear a page off
>one day wake up, go to living room, discover pages ripped off and on the floor

>same place and gf
>watching the latest paranormal movie on TV
>scene where house loses power
>the second after their power goes out in movie, our cable box shuts off all on its own
>whatthefuck.jpg
>me n gf look at each other, both visibly freaked out
>turn it back on, had some kind of major shortage and had to completely reset from scratch

Box never did anything like that before, nor ever again to my knoweldge

>>18753741
>>18753761
>>18753776

lots of other minor stuff

growing up my bedroom door used to magically open all on its own. This happened a handful of times and my brother witnessed it regularly with me. we'd be sitting in my room playing vidja and suddenly door would rattle (makes noise when knob is turning) and pop open. At first I thought it was just not being closed all the way and began checking via pulling on knob before walking away to verify is latched shut.

hasn't done this in ages, over 10 years easy, but it used to happen all the time

also, if i begin discussing/focusing on paranormal/ghosty stuff, weird things will begin to happen in my room. I've seen light start appaering in the upper corners of my room, like a light shining through a crack (but instead is through the edges where they meet), flickers of both white and black light zip past my view. Seems to be related to how "focused and/or freaked out" i get and start discussing, which to me suggests its just imagination taking over

>>18732525
I had a pretty weird experience when I was living with my dad.

>late at night, close eyes and drift off to sleep
>dad asleep for hours already, he never ever wakes up at night to go take a piss or something
>randomly open eyes because I can't really sleep
>see something that looks like a fireball, but colored blue and purple, I remember some green sparks
>it bolts to the right (headng towards my rooms door which leads into the hallway) and vanishes almost instantly after speeding off
>there's a keyboard for hanging keys in the hallway, mounted to the wall and with sturdy hooks
>hear a key hitting the cupboard under the board on the wall
>there's no way in hell that a hook got loose or a key jumpet off by itself
>don't even investigate the next day, kind of forgot about it

We were living alone and had no cats or other animals with us.
Nothing too spoopy but 100% real. I remember that I was startled but also felt strangely peaceful.

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I used to hear short and weird bubbling sounds behind some old cabinets during the night at my grandmother's house. There are no pipes or anything behind the cabinets I'm talking about.

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About 6-7 years ago I was going home after wageslaving at walmart (needed money for a pstripple and a extra tight loli onahole to keep me entertained) and to get there without going through a nigger and spic infested neighborhood and risking losing my anal virginity to ty'shawn and pedro over 10 dollars and a shitty nokia phone i had to cut through a small park built next to a kindergarten, since my parents worked until very late and i had nothing at home to waste time with i often bought fast food and ate there when i wasn't sleepy, anyways I was sitting on a bench playing snake and unwrapping a burger until noticed there was a small trash bag partially covered in tape right next to the swings, being a dumb fucking teen I crouched next to it and tried to open it until I felt something that I was pretty sure was a fetus' arm, i was scared shitless and puked on top of it almost out of reflex but because i didn't want to give any poor kid a trauma (mainly because my cute little niece went to said kindergarten and the caretaker often let them play there) I kicked the thing behind some bushes, hoping that a cop would notice the puke trail and go check on it.

It was gone next morning and no one even noticed, i thought it was extremely weird that something this big was ignored until almost 3 years later that I learned from an old ass guy who sells hotdogs there that the drunkard hobo who used to roam the streets and pick up trash at 4 am to sell/exchange anything valuable he found for booze found the bag and carried it back home, it was actually a dismembered cat, I know my story is not paranormal or scary at all but I felt unnerved for a long time.

>slept over at a friend's house along with another friend
>was at his grandparents house due to shitty parents
>up till 4am bullshitting, talking
>friends fall asleep but I'm still awake
>sleeping in the guest bedroom
>after a a half hour or so I hear something fall in the kitchen, like a plastic bowl
>about 5 min pass and I hear the LOUDEST scream I've ever heard
>it came from the kitchen and it sounded like it went from the kitchen to the hallway outside the guest room
>scared shitless I lay on the ground motionless
>whisper to my friends if they heard it but get no response, assumed they are still asleep somehow
>6am hits and I got maybe 20min of sleep
>friends wake up and I'm immediately asking them if they heard the scream
>they both said yes, and were to afraid to say anything when I asked them at night
>one friend swore he saw something crawling around the hallway
>no pets
Still think about it to this day.

>>18753730
Ellen Page you dumb nigger. She's a lesbone

>>18754104
Stopped reading after the third line. Try to phrase your story in a less aspie manner.

>>18752204
Finnish defense forces, it was just a forest training area a few kilometers away from our barracks.
There was no real enemy, but the jaegers from our garrison were having a training camp and the scout company was tasked with secretly watching over them so we pretended that they were the enemy.

Old university in my town
Years ago this girl fell down one of the "towers" on campus, broke her neck, died
The steps are those ones that are sort of a spiral but squared,, you see the style a lot in apartment blocks and shit
People always hear and see weird shit in there
Glimpses of a dark haired girl running down the stairs below you, footsteps when no one is around, thumps and bangs
Tower eventually is closed off and no more music classes take place there, move to a new building
One winter night me and my boyfriend are wandering around the campus
I'm telling him ghost stories because I have a wealth of knowledge on local spooks
Tell him about the tower, he wants to go check it out
I say sure, show him where it is, fully expecting it to be locked by campus security
It isn't
He wants to head inside
I hum and haw a bit because I'm a pussy ass fag
We head in
the main foyer has fallen in disuse
Old furniture piled up, those horse things gymnists vault over, that sort of thing
Despite it being the dead middle of Canadian winter in a drafty building, it is hot
Like oppressively hot and stuffy. I struggle to describe it. It wasn't humid, it was just hot and so dry, like to the point it was hard to breathe. Ever hide under your blankets as a kid and run out of oxygen? It was like that.
Unzip my jacket, immediately saying I have a bad feel about this Scoob

>>18754624
Bf calls me a puss, walks through the center of the room to get to the stairs, saying I can wait here, he wants to check the tower
I'm super hesitant but also don't want to wait down here in the pitch dark surrounded by old furniture- the only light source was the windows, that came from the outside lamps
I cross the room to follow him
He jiggles the door to the stairwell, it's heavy but he forces it open
At that moment, I hear a breathy sigh from above me
Sounded like a chick sighing dramatically, toss up between sounding forlorn or annoyed
I freeze and stare up at he ceiling, my Bf pauses too
I ask "did you hear that?"
"Ayup"
"Was that you?"
"No, thought that was you"
I say OK fuck this
I thought I would be a brave ghost hunter in a situation like this, but I am seriously frozen and just trying to suck in air from that stuffy ass room
Latch onto bfs arm and drag him outside
He calls me a puss again, could feel my heart pounding, but he seems creeped out too
Once outside we immediately book it to the end of the street
We start laughing, then go to Tim Hortons and discuss our ghostly encounter
We tried to go back the week after but it was locked

It's hard to describe that feeling when I heard the sigh. It just felt so wrong. I think if I saw an actual ghost I'd drop dead of fright. I have lots of cool story from my mom's side of the family, they have old Irish blood and lots of good spooks.

>>18735170
Posted on reddit before? If you're the original, i've read this same story like 5 years ago. Good story.

>>18754256
Suck my dick, ass-bungling mad-clown. I knew who she was, I just forgot her name.

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>>18732525
>be 17
>generally a hikikomori sadsack at this time
>have several undiagnosed illnesses
>resign myself to the idea of dying at home despite every other day going like the past ones
>until one morning
>woke up paralyzed
>stare at clock on wall in front of me, 8AM
>hear 2 voices whispering to each other in a language I don't understand
>no one in the room
>feel the voices turn their attention to me
>they speak in english all of a sudden
>"are you sure this one is going for good?"
>"they asked for it. there's no problem with taking them, anyway. they have no future."
>"but they're not really dying yet"
>"they don't impact anything. we can get rid of them."
>FUCK
>try to move away and run, but lol paralysis
>feel a burning sensation slowly pulse through my chest
>pain grows until it envelops my body, putting me in agony
>while this happens, I lose the ability to see anything
>background noises ebb away until they sound like they were muffled
>pain starts to leave
>feel arms underneath my back, and be gently lifted towards the ceiling
>stop midway through
>begin to feel uneasy after a few seconds
>get thrown back onto the bed like I was hit by an explosion
>feel all the pain again, like my skin is on fire
>hear every damn thing in the room
>eyelids fall slightly open but force myself not to look at the room out of fear
>struggle through all this, but somehow fel unconscious
>woke up with the words "borrowed time" repeating in my head
>feel aches and pain
>look at clock
>10AM
still sick to this day; doctors don't know what the fuck is wrong with me

>>18746930
Was it a party hat?
Was it?

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>I don't remember how old I was
>Would guess around 10 or 11
>Be in bed, sleeping
>All of a sudden wake up, eyes shoot open
>See something staring at me
>looks like a hooded figure with a porcelain mask
>Immediately hide under my covers
>After what seems like an hour finally get the courage to look
>....its gone
>Go back to sleep, never had any experiences since

pic related: kind of what I saw

>>18735246
lmfao

>>18741976
I think you're onto something friend.

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>>18732525

I don't remember this at all; but apparently this occurred with me - when I was really young I used to sleep with my mother because I had issues sleeping in a crib and it sorta stuck until I was like eight, but anyways.

>be me
>around 5/6
>sleeping next to my mother
>comfy as heck
>bed is the best bed in the house
>i was asleep apparently
>my mother woke up because she heard someone talking
>she woke up to me sat upright talking to someone at the end of the bed
>nobody was there at all except me talking to air
>i was looking at the bottom corner of the bed
>she asks me who I'm talking to
>tell her i'm talking to the man at the end of the bed
>there's nobody there
>she literally just tells me to lie back down and go to bed
>i do what i'm told because i'm a mommy's boy
>no recollection of that time since
>she always remembers it


A bit of background on the house was that we were in an old Victorian House, and it was really ancient, I don't recall how old, but it was like early 1800's I think, renovated and done up of course.

In addition to this, I also used to have an imaginary friend called Wilbur - I don't remember Wilbur, nor how I pictured him. I was an only child, so I suspect that had something to do with it - and frankly, I'm scared of somehow conjuring him again, and I check over my shoulder occasionally.

But apparently, I used to ask my parents to pay for rides/etc. for him so that I wouldn't be alone, like, a full extra spot.

Then one day, I never talked about Wilbur again; I can't even remember that day, or why I stopped talking about Wilbur.

It's a peculiar thing; but it's not something I really want to recall.

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Oh, to add to this, I also wake up a lot with scratches, marks, and minor cuts across my body.

This is often, and some nights are lesser than others; but I assume it's me scratching myself.

I bite my nails rather shoddily, it's a habit, and I scratch myself too deeply for some reason.

But I don't know how I end up with scratches in the night, especially on random places across my body.

No recollection; it might be me being retarded and scratching hard during the day then forgetting, or it might be me generally just being stupid.
In addition to the Wilbur story; this occured after the thing with the "Man at the end of the bed". Generally I'm fucking terrified that in some sense, this paranormal entity, potential one, or if it was existant, was my friend. And I abandoned him at some point, or somehow lost him.
Another creepy, and albeit, odd thing, was that my father's cat, one that was our family cat for an age, and was a homeless one a while before I was born, died beneath me, when I was still sleeping with my mother.

It died beneath the bed - and I woke up, and yes, it was dead.

My father buried it in the back yard within his favourite and best shirt.

I really miss the cat; but I find it extremely odd how it would decide to die beneath me, and chose to lay to rest there.

Of all people, instead of choosing her loved owner, and her technical saviour from homelessness, it chose me, for some odd reason.

As a matter of fact, cats seem to gravitate to me slightly. My cat - one we've had for years now, around 12 years if I recall correctly, seems to actually show some odd level of love for me, despite literally agitating my father, and agitating my mother, usually by biting them. To me, he's only done that once, and that was when I was around 13 or 14. Whenever I stroke him, he instantly purrs.

Call it just affection; but I don't even take care of the cat, my parents do.

I don't understand why it gravitates to me of all people.

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Thank god it's over.