Creepy Things That Have Happened to You

[StrongButch]

Being followed around.

[Blue_Daddy-O]

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.

[Girl_On_Fire]

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.

[Rockinonahigh]

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.

[Girl_On_Fire]

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.

[Zimmeh]

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

[TheMerryFairy]

Originally Posted by Girl_On_Fire

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 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.

[Girl_On_Fire]

Originally Posted by TheMerryFairy

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.

[TheMerryFairy]

Originally Posted by Girl_On_Fire

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?

[Girl_On_Fire]

Originally Posted by TheMerryFairy

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.

[TheMerryFairy]

Originally Posted by Girl_On_Fire

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.

[Girl_On_Fire]

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.

[cinnamongrrl]

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...

[Cailin]

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....

[cinnamongrrl]

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.

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...

[Gráinne]

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 .

[Ascot]

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...

[Sweet Bliss]

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!

[Girl_On_Fire]

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.

[VintageFemme]

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.