Creepy
 

Being followed around.

Creepy...
 

I heard a ghost once...and it scared the sheeyatay out of me...I always thought it would be great to have a conversation with a ghost...and I have to say... all I wanted to do was R-U-N ...run! And I never spent the night in that house again. It changed my whole reality. There is a reason that people remake the Bwwahahahaha sound. And once you hear it live, you will know why too. lol.

I came home from class one night and when I got out of the car, I heard a female voice whisper in my ear. I didn't catch what she said but it was a definite whisper and I was all alone in the back lot. I ran into the house. Scared the crap out of me. I don't know if I could handle have an actual conversation with a ghost.

Lately I have been haveing some seriously vivdid dreams of people I know who have passed on,mostly my family.These have been so real it was like they never left cause I could smell the scents they wore,hear them move things there voices the works.Some has been good some not...some family members I will never get along with even in the hear after I gess.I also have been down with some second grade bug that has been going around hear along with big time chills and fever(not the good kind either) I went to the doc and all I was told was to take pain releavers and something for fevers then drink plenty of fuids.........some how I dont think the bug had much to do with it but you never know.

Oh, I understand that. I've always been a very vivid dreamer. Colors, smells, tastes, textures, and surround sound. I have intense dreams pretty much every night.

I was spending the night at my grandparents house, right after my grandma passed away. I was lying in her bed and early in the morning, someone smacked my leg. I jumped up and got out of bed. I could hear my grandpa snoring in his room and there was a horrible smell in her room. Until the day my grandpa passed away, I never stepped a foot into that house.

#2 of creepy things: Right after my grandma passed away, I was giving her Bible. One night I woke up to my bedroom door opening and closing on its own. I put a shoe in the doorway and stayed awake. The following morning, u gave the Bible back to my dad and fifteen years later, I have the Bible back in my house and nothing odd has happened.

I'm like, Pajama; I do believe in the after life.

Zimmeh

I process a lot of my interactions through senses anyway but my energy seems to heighten even further in dreams. While they are usually not creepy, I find it very disturbing for instance, to have a bad dream and get the smell of "death" This is why I can't watch horror movies. All of the sounds, smells and textures just become so vivid.

I haven't had any ghost like encounters for a long time but getting up while it's still dark out, often I think I am hearing children laughing in a playground while I do my paper route. I am trying not to freak myself out but I have a feeling those sounds aren't my imagination and they certainly aren't coming from a 5 yr old out before 7 am.

You might be a sensitive and not be aware of it. It sounds like you're catching "glimpses" from the afterlife without being actually haunted.

It just brings back a lot of creepy memories from my childhood.

One time when I was only a kid, downstairs in my living room on a rainy saturday or sunday afternoon. I was alone. I was looking out the window when out of the corner of my eye I saw the shadow of a tall man walking around the house. I went outside and saw that the shadow was by the barn.

I figured that it would be my father or uncle who had returned and were working outside but when I got closer I realized nobody was there.


I only had a few encounters with the paranormal and for a long time nobody wuold believe me whenever I shared my stories. I just stopped telling them after they went away.

I guess I am really scared to have things start happening again. I like watching ghost hunters and stuff but I don't want to freak myself out and trip myself up only *thinking* I am encountering it again. Does that make sense?

I do understand that. Maybe you're just unconsciously opening yourself up to it again in a way. You're always in control though, remember that.

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I actually just remembered this. Your story brought it back. I was walking on a trail once and saw a man ahead of me. I could only see the back of him but I remember he was big and wearing a red and white plaid shirt. I felt compelled to follow him and went all the way to the end. This trail is paved and ends at a dead end. There was no place this man could have gone but when I reached the end, he wasn't there. Weird.

Thank you so much for sharing that. It makes me feel so much better to know that first of all, I am not alone and secondly, that there is comfort in sharing stories and feeling in control of these situations. It's still a bit creepy, though.

I have opened myself up a lot lately. I seem to be able to read what some people are thinking about, or how they are feeling. I have had a few people (who I don't know other then to randomly chat now and then with them on here) say to me that I need to get out of their heads, in a joking way. It is shocking to me because I never really had that happen before.

Alright, I thought of another one:

In 2002, my then-partner and I went to see a Tori Amos concert. We were in our seats waiting for the show to start when this rather beautiful biological man with long dark hair, dark eyes, and a trench coat came down the aisle, walking in a way that it seemed he was floating. He stopped near us and stared intently at the stage. I must have gotten caught up in his aura or something because I looked at him and heard myself say, "You're looking for the red-headed girl."

He turned toward me and kind of smiled and said he was. He looked around a bit and I believe we may have spoken for a minute or two. He had a very unusual, 'otherwordly' quality about him. My then-partner said something and I turned to her. When I looked back, the man had vanished. I mean just disappeared and I couldn't have looked away for more than a second.

We talked about him for a minute or two and tried to locate him but couldn't. The show started and we forgot all about him.

Here's where it gets weird:

We both went to bed that night and had the exact same dream about him. (No, not like that. lol!) We were at a type of tea party a-la "Alice in Wonderland" and he was there. It was more involved than that but when we woke up, we realized we'd both dreamed the exact same thing.

When I do tell this story, I say it's the one time I may have met a vampire (though I don't actually believe in them). He looked like he'd just walked off the set of "Interview - With the Vampire". This was before it was cool for vampires to sparkle. ;)

Tonight, on my drive home, I passed an old (now abandoned) mill. I had just started going over a bridge across from it when I noticed 3 men standing at different points on the bridge. Since I never see anyone on that bridge I was curious. A car passed me just then, and after it was a bit away, I put on my high beams to see what all the people were doing on the bridge. But there was no one there....I saw them SO distinctly though..Right down to wearing hats...they were walking, most of them turning towards the water. I remember thinking someone must have jumped....it was the oddest thing...

Made me remember a couple other things....

When my ex husband and I were first married, we bought an older house. (Late 1800s). One day as we were getting home, I got out of the car and just happened to look at the outside of the kitchen window. In the reflection I saw a man standing by the stone wall behind me. Scared me so much I jumped...I turned to see who it was and there was no one there...

Also at that house, I had a very peculiar instance of hearing an argument between two men speaking French coming from my basement....I was in my living room and heard them yelling RIGHT below me...very odd...

And one last thing...

I once worked for the Department of Mental Retardation. The facility I worked for was on a huge 100s of acre site. They had the newer buildings (which I worked in) but across the street, now overgrown in the woods, they had the old housing that was provided before the treatment of the mentally retarded had improved.
It was winter. I decided to visit these buildings (there were 3 large multi story buildings, as well as 4 adorable cottages (used as nurseries) that were all sitting empty and crumbling).
I was in one of the larger buildings, on the second floor. I was near a window and I heard the distinct sound of footsteps in snow...I took a peek out the window ( I was trespassing...I admit it) and saw a man in a hoodie and sweat pants walking through the snow... I freaked out at the thought of being caught there and ran quietly down the stairs to the lower landing (which because of the way the building was made was still like being on the 2nd floor)....I heard the footsteps still. I could make an easy and less noticeable exit through the front...When I went through the front and looked to see where he was, there was no one to be seen. There were no doors for him to enter through since he was in the back of the building....The snow made it hard to walk very fast anyhow...my curiosity got the better of me and I went to look where I had seen him walking and there were no footsteps in the snow. Yeah, I never went back there alone...EVER...

the fact that i ws just sitting here thinking of starting a "creepy" thread cause i looked over and noticed my door is still open, at 11 pm.... and then i see this thread... maybe i should go close the front door....

many moons ago....
 

One morning I was in bed nursing my oldest daughter, Clarissa. My mind wandered a tad..and I began to consider a lamp that we received as a wedding gift. It was a touch lamp, and as I looked at it I started thinking...what would I do if the light just turned on? Knowing full well that the light can ONLY be turned on by touching it....and I focused on that thought...very intently...and I SWEAR by God and all the Saints and on my kids' souls, the light suddenly turned on. :blink:

I admit, I got really freaked out by this and I got up with the baby and turned the light off the usual way. I think I may have even unplugged it...

Last week, my daughter and I were checking out the outside of a house we were considering renting. It was an older home, late 1800's, with a huge tree in the backyard. As we were looking around, something out of the corner of my eye made me look towards one of the bedroom windows,where I thought I glimpsed a figure looking out (the place was empty). It's not that it was scary, but something was "wrong" around the big tree. I also had mixed feelings of "home" and "something wrong" when we went up the huge old steps in front to peek in the front rooms.

As we drove off down the street, an orb suddenly flew up in front of the windshield and over the back of the car. There were no other cars around, no lightening, and the nearest streetlight was farther down the street.

The last couple days, I've had that "something's wrong" sense in parts of my apartment, which already had creepy things going on. Of course, I later found out that the house we were looking at had several deaths in it and a murder :blink:.

Yay, I love creepy!
 

We lived in England when I was quite young. I think I'd just turned 5 and my mother had signed me up for highland dancing lessons, scratchy kilt and all. Even at that young age I went by myself because the classes were in a newish addition to an ancient church directly across the street from our home. It was really more of a village, the town of Pinner, in those days, and street was very quiet. Too, I knew to look for cars. I would scoot across the road, let myself though a gate that had to have been at least 300 years old, the church itself dating back to the 14th century, waltz through the headstones and enter the recreation hall. We lived on Church Lane in a lovely house named Yew Tree Cottage.

The classes were held in a brightly lighted room attached to the church. The main part of the church, specifically the area near the altar could be seen through a doorway at the far end of the room, but with the bit of difficultly that often comes with peering into a darker space whilst surrounded by brightness. One evening, a couple of months in, I had a little break and wandered over to that opening and stood there, leaning on the door frame, looking into the church, up the length of the nave to the altar area. Once my eyes adjusted I realized I was seeing an old monk praying at the rail. He was wearing the traditional long, brown, woolen robe with what looked like a rope belt. His garb was not unusual and I had seen others walking around town similarly attired. I wasn't especially interested in him, per se, until I realized that though he was kneeling, his knees were not touching the floor. He was about 8 inches above it. There, praying peacefully, not touching the floor. As I watched, he got to his feet, still not touching the floor, and made his way out through a door on the side of the church. I was gobsmacked and thrilled and couldn't wait to rush across the street to tell my dad, he being the progenitor of both my person and my already burgeoning love of all things spooky. The remaining hour or so of class seemed interminable.

When I eventually got home I immediately told my father and he was as excited as I was. The next day we walked together to the church and he inquired about what I'd seen. I rather suspect he was expecting either a shocked reaction or blank stares. Instead the woman in the office said, "Oh, yes, that's brother so and so. He's been about for years." When asked about his floatiness, she explained that when he'd been alive, evidently several centuries earlier, the floor in the church had been higher. About 8 inches higher.


This is the kid I was at the time, sitting in the cottage window...

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Spooky stories
 

Ah, so many stories to tell, so little time.

Here's a short one.

While living in a garage turn living quarters, several ghosts came to visit us during the couple of years we lived there. One in particular was quite annoying. He would go into my kitchen and make a mess, dropping/throwing pots and pans all over the floor, making a racket. Took a while but finally got him to leave. Former Navy cook who still went to work every day.

Then there was the ass that liked to watch my daughter shower. Got rid of him quick.

Oh and the white cat that used to disappear into the walls... she finally went next door and scared the pregnant neighbor. After a little talkie poo she stayed out of sight so as to not cause an early delivery.

We have a ghost in the house now. He is quite a pest sometimes. Hiding stuff, moving stuff. He thinks he is quite amusing.

I have always seen or heard/felt odd things. Don't pay much attention anymore unless it requires my full attention.

Great stories everyone!

I remembered a couple more:

This was a while ago. I was sleeping and I woke up in the middle of the night to this weird scrabbling sound under my bed. It sounded like a squirrel caught in a plastic shopping bag for lack of a better way to describe it. I laid there, wide awake and paralyzed with fear as I listened to the sounds of what seemed like several small animals running around on plastic bags under my bed. Somehow, I managed to fall back to sleep. I have no idea what the sound was or where it came from as I never found any creatures or evidence thereof the next morning.
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This was just horrible. It's not "ghostly", it's just horrible. It was really hot one summer and I was sleeping in the nude. I lived in a basement apartment at the time and had some problems with leaking pipes. Well, that attracted bugs. Lots of them. (You see where I'm going with this don't you?)

I woke up at 2 am to the feel of something biting me. I turn the light on, throw back the sheets and two huge house centipedes were in bed with me. I scramble out of bed, shrieking my head off, and run out into the living room only to see another one of the hideous things crawling around on the white living room wall. I almost had a heart attack and died right there and I was only 19 years old.

*shudders* I have been terrified of centipedes ever since.

Many years ago I was in New Orleans on a sales blitz with the company I worked for. We all partnered off in twos to saturate the city on sales calls. Well the girl I was partnered with, a local rep of our New Orleans branch, and I decided that our time would be better spent doing touristy things in the city *lol* because I had never been there and she was anxious to show me. We ended up in the Garden District and then over to the Lafayette Cemetery and walked around taking pictures. The rest of the day antiquing, the French Quarter, etc. This was back in the day before digital cameras *lol* and I took 2 or 3 rolls of film that trip. When I got home and had the film processed [it was color film] and looked at the photos for the first time, I was shocked at what I had. All of the pictures were fine and as expected except for those that I took in the Lafayette Cemetery. Those pictures all came back in a sepia tone. Not one of them was in color. It could have been some freak processing accident but it was awfully coincidental that it was only those images from the cemetery that were affected. And yes, I still have the pictures.

Something weird happened just tonight. It was actually kind of incredible. My grandfather passed away in 2005. My 4-year-old cousin was born in late 2008. We've been convinced since he was old enough to talk that he's the reincarnation of our grandfather. Our uncle passed away in 2003 and due to health complications, he had jaundice. Tonight, we were all just sitting around talking about family members in general and out of absolutely nowhere, my 4-year-old cousin said, "Uncle *** was the one that was yellow." My aunt, cousin, and eye all got wide-eyed and chilled at once. There's no way that child could have known what our uncle had suffered from. Just more proof that the little one has been here before.

I love this thread! It may be my favourite on the site. I do admit though, if I'm on BFP late at night, I'm careful about what I read here. LoL =)

More please!

[QUOTE=Brock;693032]Back in the day when I was around 25 years old and important to note I was still drinking,....
Creeped me out! Scared this stone butch right on into 12 step recovery.


I hear ya. Woulda scared me too!

And that's right on the top of bottoms....

Many years ago while taking my dog to her favorite park, I saw a man wearing heavy clothing, it was too warm for dressing that way, and a felt hat like Indiana Jones, walk into a tree and not come out the other side... I have a witness besides me.

Mucho creepy.

I used to tell myself it was Carlos Casteneda. :cigar2:

I was 13 or 14 when this happened and I was living on Oahu.
I was home alone one Saturday afternoon watching the telly.
I started to hear my mother's music boxes go off in the other room for no reason. So, I thought this is strange so I got up and had a look.
They stopped right before I got to them. A few months passed and it happen again to me. This never happened to anyone else in my family.
I know there are plenty of ghosts and other weird things that live on
Oahu. So, it all kinda of made sense in a way.

I didn't expect to be writing anything about our current house..it's probably under 20 years old....but

Today...I was alone in the house... I was working at the stove, cleaning the stove top....I had the hall light on (to my immediate left) and while I was standing there, the light got interrupted as if someone had walked by. It was very distinct and it took me about 3 seconds to stop what I was doing and realize that since no one was home, that should NOT happen....

Then, later I was getting ready to go to the store. I was looking everywhere for my keys. I figured I left them in the hatch when I was getting stuff in. I went out and put the dogs in the car and looked. Nada. Went in and did a sweep of the entire house. Still nothing. I went back outside to the car, and was about to check all over it when I suddenly heard the back door close. I froze...knowing I was entirely alone in the house...and then decided to go look :| There was no one there except the cat, but in going in the back yard I found my keys...laying where I had put them down near the garden when I was pulling weeds after I got home from the gym....



"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy...."

Oh, I've had that happen. It's so creepy because it takes you second to realize what just happened and the chill comes over you slowly. I've had interrupted sound too where it feels like someone is walking by and they're not. Weird.

Tonight was one of my regular nights to play pool,all night it just felt like I was seeing the place in both in past time as well as real time but only in glimps and flashes out of the corner of my eye.Other folks said the place just felt off center for me it was liek standing at a cross roads seeing both sides.Not creepy just strange.

Sorry this is way long.....
 

A year ago, 2011, the day after Thanksgiving....my mother had a terrible stomach ache. The next morning, it was so bad that I had to have her rushed to the ER.

After a couple weeks of this test and that test and various treatments....they did surgery......on Friday, Dec. 9th. When the surgeon opened her up, all he could see was cancer growth......both ovarian and intestional cancer. The next day we met to go up and tell our mom the results of surgery. She was bound and determined not to ruin any of our holidays and wanted to see her grandkids and great-grandchild open their gifts. Christmas was and still is my families favorite time of the year. Oncologist said that with treatment, she could live 1 - 1 1/2 years...without, perhaps 6 weeks. My mother was very short.....very Italian...very fiesty...very bossy.....and very stubborn...and refused any chemo treatment.

A few days later, she told me that all she wanted to do was to go home for the holidays...she was living with me at the time...so that Friday, 12/16, I had her brought home. For the next week I ran around getting her gifts purchased and wrapped...food bought...house decorated...and care for her, along with my brother and occassional home health care nurse (not overly impressed with them). Then on Friday afternoon....she told me she was done. I called hospice and they came over to do the paperwork and medicines...absolutely wonderful team...loved, loved, loved, them. In the middle of the night, my mom told me she was having terrible dreams...when she woke up a couple hours later...she told me it wouldn't be long. I called everyone and she passed that evening...Christmas Eve.

Everyone told me not to worry about dinner the next morning....but I got up early..."talked" with mom and made everything...Prime Rib Roast...Honey Ham...etc, etc. (my mother liked that Christmas song...about the boy who buys his mom red shoes on Christmas so she has them before she dies......my mom always told us if we ever bought her red shoes for Christmas...she would kick us out.....I know, it was my house...but she would still kick us out.....lol). So, we sit down to eat...do a Christmas toast...and I get up to go put the radio on...sure enough, what immediately starts from the beginning? It is that song. Made my brother start misting.

After dinner, we went into the media room to have the kids open gifts....my niece was taking photos of her daughter, in the dress that great-grammy bought her...it was such a fun and lively Christmas. Everyone was laughing and we just felt the spirit all through us. There was so, so much laughter and energy that night.

(my mothers favorite movie is the Twilight Series, her favorite color is purple, and her favorite flower is lilacs)

The next morning one of my brothers and I went to the funeral home. When we walked into the room full of urns, I immediately looked at a real nice purple one with silver etchings, up on a shelf....I pointed it out to my brother...who started misting again. He told me to come over and look at the name of it....."Twilight Lilac"......sold...we were done in 5 minutes.

When we got back to my house, my niece was there with her dad (other brother)...excited about the photos from the night before. In reviewing them....there was an orb in each of the photos...in different spots in each photo....around mom's grand-children/great-grandchild. She hadn't missed the holidays afterall. She was there from helping me cook to picking out what urn she wanted....I mentioned she was kinda bossy like that :)

A couple weeks later, I had her Celebration of Life in my backyard, around the pool. (She had written instructions for me. titled "My Last Chapter"..again...bossy Italian). I ordered chairs, special ordered lilacs, linens, etc. I cooked Italian foods and desserts for 125 people and we had 108 show up....

In reviewing photos of the celebration later on....there was an orb in the kitchen with me...as well as over my uncle in another photo (her favorite brother-in-law)...as well as next to her great-grandchild and my other nieces dogs.

Creepy...maybe...Wierd....yes...but I am very peaceful knowing that she is still here (telling us what to do...sigh)....and that she is also now with my dad (her Edward......for those Twilight fans).

I also come from an Italian family, where my father ruled the kitchen, and loved to cook. I was no longer living at home when he died suddenly, and stopped by the house to pick something up. He was cooking dinner with the new stove he just bought, and asked me if I wanted something to eat. I was in a hurry and left, not knowing he would be gone by the next morning, and that would be the last time I would see him. The day after, around three in the morning, I was sitting alone in the kitchen thinking about him, and how I should'nt have left so fast, when suddenly I heard the click click click of the new electronic stove turning on, and then I heard the whoosh of the oven fire up! I was in my twenties, but when I heard that, I was so freaked out, that I flew out of the chair and ran to the bedroom where my mom was sleeping, and crawled in bed with her lol.

I was looking for this thread last night! Its bump worthy for all the people that have joined lately to share their stories :)

Swimming at the lake today look over when im swimming back to shore and there are two cotton mouths.

Ok, I got stuff....

18 years ago, I purchased a home that (I was told) was an old convent. After I closed on the house, I went there (obviously) and checked everything out. I found an old Jesus picture and crucifix in the attic (typical) but in the basement, there was a old root cellar that was very creepy. In order to get to the root cellar you had to go through a crawl space (the basement was separated into two sections by that crawl space), Near the root cellar was - true story - a bleeding sink. It seems that in the 1800's that convent was a funeral parlor. In that parlor they prepared and showed the bodies. I am still not sure why the crawl space separated that area.

Anyway, that place was a 3 family home. I rented the place next door to a younger couple and the place upstairs to a friend of mine. One morning, I was in my kitchen drinking my morning coffee and the night prior had been weird because my TV would not stay on. I would turn the TV on and it would shut off a few minutes later. The ladies next door came over. One of the ladies asked if someone had pounded on my door in the middle of the night. I had told her no and that's when both of them told me that they were woken up multiple times by someone pounding on the door.

Right after that, my friend came downstairs and told us ( out of the blue) that her TV would not shut off that night. She said that she was woken up many times with the TV on and had turned the TV off but it wouldn't stay off.

That house was creepy. My kids, my prior tenants.... anyone who lived there would tell you it was creepy and haunted.

You must have read my mind. I was just thinking of resurrecting this thread!

Im thankful u made it out. Cotton mouths r known to attack swimmers

There's a spot in my dining room hat one of my fur kids will stare at like something is there to see,all I see is a wall with family pictures on it,shadows on the wall but nada of another thing anywhere.My other fur kid never dose this anywhere in the house.

today something odd happened...not so much creepy....

I was parked downtown waiting for my client who was at an appointment....

It was a nice day and lots of people were walking around downtown Northampton. I saw this one couple coming along and they were pausing here and there window shopping. In the reflection of one of those old doors....ummm the metal thing at the bottom? Kick plate maybe? I saw a little black and white dog with them. The dog was blocked from my actual view by a row of newspaper vending machines.. I was looking forward to the couple passing by the machines so I could get a better look at the dog...but...when they passed by...they had no dog...and there was no one else with a dog like that either....most peculiar.....

Maybe you should 'Play 4'? ;)