scary moments

>>19290286
it was me!

boo!

>>19290416
That's not funny, man you're gonna give me a heart mermer

>>19290286
What did the sound sound like?

>>19290423
Like someone with heavy, combat boots walking on rold tile

Did it look like it could be a skeleton? If so I know what it might be.

>>19290452
This skeleton must've turned into my cup

>>19290286
just try punching the ghost, it has worked before

>>19290286
>in church at age 7 or 8
>in a kids group service
>we're making animal masks because of Noahs Arch
>I make male a snakes head because I had recently watched Jurassic park
>I love Jurassic Park my dudes
>The adult watching us tells mw that snakes are evil
>feelsbad.png
>leave to go to the bathroom
>bathroom is down stairs
>at the bottom of the stairs I walk into a lady I don't recognize
>shes visibly angery
>starring me down
>shes cussing me out very quietly
>I don't remember what she was saying but she had alot to say
>I remember her mouth was tight like she was super fucking pissed
>take off running, I made it back to the youth group
>don't tell anyone
>I told my parents on the car ride home
I don't think they did anything about this, I've asked my mom about this, and she remembers me telling her about it. Not the creepiest story but I consider it a ghostly encounter

>>19290489
That or you walked into the wrong bathroom

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>be me, ~14 years old
>middle of the night, washing dishes, minding my own business
>my mom randomly comes out of nowhere
>"anon, do you remember when you were little and you woke up in the middle of the night and you screamed because there was a man sitting at the foot of your bed?"
>hwat.png
>I most certainly do not fucking remember that, and I tell her so
>"It was a plumber. It was one of the plumbers working under the house, and he was sitting at the foot of your bed to rest."
>???????
>she repeats this a couple times as though insistent I believe.
>she's standing way too close to me and whispering for some reason, even though no one is home
>again, no clue what she was on about in the first place
>tell her "okay" so she'll leave me alone and go back to doing dishes
>there was a door in the floor in my closet that led under the house that plumbers did indeed use
>absolutely no reason why plumbers would be working on my house in the middle of the night though
>absolutely no reason they'd be working while I'm in the room since I was forbidden to enter my room while they working anyway
>my mom was probably not scaring me on purpose, she sheltered the shit out of me when it came to "scary" things

Something happened involving a man in my room in the middle of the night that I've blocked from my memory and my mom is insistent that I don't remember it. I know it doesn't sound that scary but remembering how insistent she was, plus how she was whispering like she was afraid of being overheard, still gives me chills to think about.

>>19290551
It was fucking Mario

>>19290551
You probably got raped dude

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>>19290562
h..hory shet

>>19290565
I was sexually abused at a pretty young age and she was always open about that so I dunno why she'd lie about another incident. Unless it was like...really bad. I dunno. You're probably right. fuck

>>19290565
What a fag, right?

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>>19290596
nah not quite

>>19290602
Will you be my gf

>>19290605
no then the rape ghost will get you too :(

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>have a bad day
>be angry
>decide to harness anger into spells
>do that for a bit
>still angry, of course
>hang out at friends, smoke and drink
>go to the gym around midnight
>put more anger and energy into workout
>hide in my house through the witching hour, meditate
>push my senses hard, feel some evil lurking around outside
>feel good around 4am, pretty relaxed
>go get breakfast
>restaurant is nearly empty
>waitress is an older lady
>she seems extremely nervous
>she spills my drink multiple times serving me
>be polite as can be
I must have had a shit ton of dark energy lingering on me. She must have sensed it but I don't know if she knew why or what was wrong with me.

>be me
>try going to sleep
>almost asleep, then I feel something crawling on top of me
>it's heavy, like a person, it's pitch dark, I can't see anything
>I can feel it crawl further up on me, I start pushing on it to knock it off the bed
>I can only move my arms like it's holding the rest of my body down
>I start to panic and flail my arms from under the blanket
>it suddenly goes away and I roll out of my bed
>sleep in a motel that night

>>19290662
Lucid dream, you were about to be ridden and ypu blew it

>>19290662
>turning down ghost sex

>>19290286

Moisture under the glass caused it to slide across the counter. I've had this happen before.

Noises were probably just house sounds.

>be like 6 years old
>in car with mom, going home from school
>out of the blue, ask mom:
>"mom, have you ever ran over a dog?"
>mom says "never, why?"
>"just curious I guess"
>5 minutes go by
>car seems to goes over a bump
>look through the window
>dog laying down on the road
>tell mum she ran over a dog, she freaks out
I have lots of childhood stories like this, we used to live in an ominous part of town and I was always very believing of weird happenings. It eventually stopped as I grew older, so I don't even know if it were real or just fragmented memories.

>>19290753
Couple more happenings, all still as a kid:
>wake up in the middle of the night
>someone is in my room
>maybe it's dad?
>can't see properly because still half asleep
>all white figure, adult sized, going through my medicine basket (at the time I had to take so many meds that I had a literal basket full of them in my room)
>"maybe dad needs my meds for something?"
>rubs eyes and get out of bed
>he's gone
>not freaked out because kid, no frame of reference for possible or impossible, still pretty sure it was dad
>goes to parents room, they're asleep
>wake him up, turns out it wasn't him and he said I was prob dreaming
I might've been young but I know for a fact it wasn't a dream, maybe a distorted childhood memory, but I'm certain I was at least half awake and counscious. I brought it up again later and mom thinks it was an angel or something blessing my meds.
This one's few years later:
>me and older cousin trying to get spooked on a rainy night
>browsing shitty creepy websites (this was back when maze jumpscare and hospital hallway girl were a thing)
>we were already on the brink of shitting our pants from the stuff above
>"hey check this one out"
>click on one of those supposed cursed images
>bottom of the image is some text I can't recall
>cousin starts reading it
>thunder strikes nearby
>my dad's Mary icon falls down
>he has a little "mini sanctuary" where he keeps a bible, some idols and a candle
>Mary falls down and breaks it's head off at the neck
>head skiddles along the floor
>cousin screams
>I panic
>Dad runs in, pissed, looks at what we were browsing, scolds us
>cousin crying at this point
>We turn it off and go watch cartoons while dad glues his idol together
This one I know happened 100% because my cousin remembers and my father still has the idol, with the crack from when it broke.
Unfortunately I could never find the image again after we closed it. I always see the same "cursed images" creepypastas around but this one was none of them.

>be me, around 4 years old
>get out of bed in the middle of the night, both parents asleep
>going to the kitchen to eat some cool whip
>love that shit
>turn the corner and coming through the back door is a pure black figure
>silhouette of a very large human except the head
>8 fucking tentacles, each with a large red eyeball. all staring at me
>it points at me and says something but it was incoherent
>i fucking book it down the hallway and into my room, slam the door and lock it

A few years ago I found out that my parents have found me doing all sorts of weird shit at night. One time they said they found me playing on the swing set in the back yard in the middle of the night.
Since sleep paralysis happens when you're lying in bed how would you explain my experience. I don't think it was a dream because I can still remember it in vivid detail

>Be me
>Be homeless man
>Just another day in homeless town, Washington state
>Snagged a job building websites for a computer shop
>Boss man is college bro from job corps days. Let's me crash in the shop after business hours.
>Bros a big time conspiracy theorist/wizard man so we get along great
>We both also like Sailor Moon and drinking. So more than a few nights were spend drunk watching the dumbass dic dub.
>His favorite is Mars. I've tried to show him the joy of Saturn but he stayed true to his waifu. Faggot.
>One day we're reading up on celestial magick.
>Shit this was made for us let's do it.
>In hindsight visualizing celestial bodies as Sailor scouts while drunk was a terrible idea.
>Ritual over, go about our business.
>Spend next few weeks feeling like I'm being followed.
>Shadows out the corner of my eye, panic attacks, uneasiness walking down streets etc.
>Legit believe ive pissed something off.
>College bro leaves town to go home during Thanksgiving weekend.
>Four whole days by myself in shop with absolutely no business.
>Fucknut took the shop keys with him so can't just leave.
>Saturday night I feel drained of all energy. Pass out after closing time.
>Have a fever dream with two feminine silhouettes whispering.
>Can only make out a few sentences
>"You have a special gift"
>"We've been looking for you"
>"Why are you running?"
>"Why do you always run?"
>"Stop running child."
"Fuck you you're not my mom"
>Silhouettes brighten so I can see who they are.
>They're literally my (dead) mom and (not dead) dads face on Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus respectively.
>"Not yet."
>Cue jumpscare. Fuck even in fever dreams you get jumpscare.
>Wake up. Full panic mode.
>Called Dad for the first time in three years. No answer cuz it's 2:30am.
>Call college bro and told him what happened.
>Laughs his drunken ass off and deduces must've found me some ghostly stalker dykes who think I'm their son.
>Delete all my Sailor Moon shit.
>Surround myself in salt and cry-sleep

Not really paranormal:

>working night shift
>go on break, head out to a 7-11 for food because I hate myself and my body
>just me and the clerk
>car pulls up
>black guy gets out, hurriedly enters the store
>it's august and he has a thick jacket on, looks suspicious as fuck
>speedwalks to the back of the store
>it's go to the register to pay for my food
>black guy comes back from back of the store
>"AY MAN. AY! YO!"
>fuck this niggers gonna rob the place
>planning how I'll just lay down, not look him in the eye and hope he doesn't murder us
>"YALL AIN'T GOT NO TOILET PAPER IN DA BAFFROOM"

>>19291085
>Fuck you you're not my mom
> Actually is
Why am I laughing

>>19290662
Sleep paralysis, ez

>>19291085
This continued off and on for the next two years until I met another homeless wizard who taught me how to properly ward myself. In a weird way I kinda miss them now. They were such a big part of my life that knowing they can't talk to me anymore is kinda depressing. Dads still alive though so that might have something to do with it.

>>19291095
Lol

>>19291084
Sleep paralysis can extend into experiences where you 'wake up' and move around as well. I'm not discrediting your experience or saying it wasn't paranormal but ive had episodes that started as sleep paralysis and essentially extended themselves into a false awakening where I was actually in an incredibly lucid dream state

>>19290954
>my medicine basket (at the time I had to take so many meds
WOOAAAHH SPOOOOKKKYY

>>19291112
That would explain why I would still be able to sleep afterwards. I've never had a legit paranormal experience and I think if I did I wouldn't be able to sleep for a while, especially at the age of 4

>>19290496
Underrated

>>19290286
>one day i was walking home from a friends house
>mid afternoon, i took a short cut through a small patch of forest
>like 1/6th of an acre in the middle of a suburban neighborhood
>half way through i see another friend doing something
(many people go through here so it was nothing out of the ordinary to run into someone, but this kid (lets say A) lives nowhere near here)
>"what are you doing here A?"
>he was kneeling, mumbling under his breath
>as i approached i saw he was holding a lighter to a tire i saw here often
>"wtf are you doing A?"
>"huh, oh hey anon, check this out"
>he motioned towards the tire as he stood up
>"i covered this in gas dude, but check it out no mater how much i put fire to it it wont light"
>i vividly remember him wearing a blue polo shirt with red logo
>i knelt down, and sure enough the tire was covered in gas and reeked of it
>"hmm let me see the light" i said
>then i ignited it and placed the flame directly to the gas
>nothing
>as the lighter burned, i poked some of the gas with my finger and felt it
>"hey A was this diluted or something?"
>i looked toward him
>he was gone
>there was no lighter anywhere in sight
>the tire was still there and bone dry
>confused i left the woods in a hurry
>i mentioned the story to my brother, who knows A quite well
>for some reason i felt the need to mention the shirt
>my brother stated that he does indeed have that shirt which freaked me out for some reason
>but A was in fact never there

what do you make of this

>>19291255
Quit taking pshychedelics if you get freaked out by trips

>>19290286
Probably a dead relative fuckin wit ya. Old gramps used to pull this shit all the time, that fucken dead cunt hahaha. He even said he would scare us after he died.

One time in the middle of the night, my door unlocked itself and the handle turned very slowly like you would see in horror movies. The door opened slowly as well and I saw a dark figure standing at the doorway, I fucken shat my pants. Then I heard it say "boo" and it was gramp's voice! That fucking bastard I swear. I laughed so fucking hard that night. I told the dead cunt to fuck off lol.

He did a few spooks after that. Before he disappeared though I had a dream with him in it. He told me that the ghost shit was getting boring and that he was going to move on. Weird thing was, all my family members had the same dream.

Boy, I miss that cheeky cunt. rip gramps

>About nine years ago
>Get a seasonal job as a park ranger in Alaska during the winter
>Entire trip is hell
>Airport flight is late, then cancelled, then full of turbulence
>Stuck on the plane for three hour "inspection" after landing
>Step off plane
>Get a phonecall
>It's a missed phonecall from a few hours ago but the phone is currently ringing
>Pick it up
>Screeching in my ear
>Hangs up
>Call back the number
>It's my roommate who was going to pick me up from the airport.
>He left.
>Traffic is too bad to go back and get me.
>Gives me directions.
>Have to take a ferry
>Ferry just drops me on an island
>Have to sleep outside overnight because nobody is nearby
>Roommate returns no calls
>Get settled in
>Somebody offers to give me a ride in their van
>Work in two days, have to accept
>Driven through pitch black forest roads
>Guy is completely silent
>Try to talk to him
>Completely silent
>Gives me a ride without incident to my new place
>The address and GPS is correct
>There is no fucking house
>Just a mailbox and a path to nothing
>No lights
>Guy in van drives off, leaves me there with my stuff
>Snowing
>Freezing
>Alone in the woods
>On a highway that nobody travels
>Until sundown
>Now midnight
>Roommate finally calls me
>"Where are you?"
>"I'm at the mailbox."
>Hangs up on me
>Shiver all fucking night
>In the pitch black
>Snow, wind, animals surely nearby
>Hear shit in the forest all night
>Try to call in to my work the next day
>Explain the situation
>They finally pick me up
>The guy driving the ranger's truck is the same guy from the van the last night
>Says good morning
>Fucking roomie's voice
>Tell supervisor something weird is going on
>Get new room assignment
>Supervisor tries to call the guy from desk phone
>Number has been disconnected
>I try to call
>It rings
>Voicemail
>Roomie's voice
>"Hey, I'm not here. Leave a message and I'll pick up another time."

There's more. TLDR spook kept fucking with me and I was stuck in Alaska for years due to ID theft.

>>19291417
what in the fuck. more pls

>>19291417
More please!!

>>19290551
get plumbered, kid