Freak out. Now.
One time, my mum and I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the front door slamming shut.
It was just the two of us at home and we were terrified.
Being the brave lady my Mum is, she got up, me clutching her nighty behind her (I was little and neither of us wear nighties anymore, OK?), and turned on all the lights to investigate. We didn’t find anything or anyone, so we just put it down to the door not having been shut properly in the first place.
My brother has always said that the house we lived in was haunted.
We had an antique hallstand with a drawer handle that used to tap as though someone had lifted and dropped it in the middle of the night. I used to hear to back door scrape open at night too, but I always just thought it was my dad going outside for some reason. He assures me it wasn’t.
My brother insists that we were haunted by a vaguely annoying, nocturnal ghost.
Everyone’s got a creepy story, and you can bet that online, Reddit is the place to find ’em.
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Here are some of the finest, slightly edited because Reddit.
The death premonition.
A few years ago, I woke up to two text messages from my girlfriend and a friend of mine. Both asked if I was alright. Apparently, they both had a dream that I had been struck by a red truck at an intersection I routinely took.
The two of them weren’t close and I had no reason to suspect that they were playing a prank. It was just really spooky that they both had the same dream, the same night, with the same details.
The Facebook stalker.
I went to a bar about 20 minutes from my apartment in Brooklyn, NY. Because of construction and because I didn’t know the way home (I had lived there for about a month), it took some time to get home.
When I got there, I noticed I had a Facebook message from someone I didn’t know, saying “Nice apartment, can I come in?” I looked outside and there was a guy who had followed me home.
I have no idea how he got my Facebook details. I bolted the door and blocked him.
The little ghost girl.
I was catching the last train back from London and had about an hour to kill at a station. It was late, and there were just two of us on the platform; me, and a little girl. It’s unusual to see a little girl on her own in the dead of night, so I parked myself on a bench about 20m away, and decided to subtly keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay.
This girl appeared to be about ten years old or so, in her school uniform. Very, very still. After five minutes passed, this little girl was still standing in exactly the same position that she was before, staring directly at me. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen.
I could feel her eyes burning into my soul. I considered going to find help, but then a cleaner walked past her. He didn’t even look at her, he just swept past.
It was getting ridiculous. This poor little girl had been abandoned or something. I decided that when 25 minutes passed, I’d hop up and go ask her if she was okay. I took a picture to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.
I stood up and tentatively walked towards her. I got a bit closer. I saw her face, the shadows hitting it under the dim station lights. It looked half melted, like she had no real eyes.
My heart was pumping faster and faster and faster. I was scared, I admit, but I knew this girl needed someone’s help. I needed to go ask her if she was okay. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I just left her there?
I walked up closer to her, opened my mouth to ask her something, trembling. And I couldn’t believe what I saw.
She was made of Lego. She was a goddamn art installation made of Lego. Just standing there, being creepy, staring at people and being made of Lego.
Scary, but then not after all!
The creepy caller.
I was alone in the house. An unknown number called me and I could hear the same TV show I was watching in the background. I kept saying hello and my voice would echo back. I thought it was just one of those broken calls where you hear your mic feedback but what happened next creeped me out.
Right before I put down the call, I heard a voice whispering, “Goodbye… goodnight.” I stared at the phone confused as to what had happened. Then I said “Hello” again… the static and the echo disappeared. It was all quiet, then suddenly… “Hi”
I put down the phone, turned off the tv then ran to bed.
The college vampire.
My first college roommate was kicked out because cocaine [natch]. They sent another kid to room with me that semester who was beyond weird.
He never even set up his bed, he would just at night put this cape on (I shit you not) and go out all night long, coming home right before class in the morning. In the morning he would take his cape off, stand in front of the mirror, and slap his face a few times, then go to class. So, so weird.
Well, you know, vampires are scared to admit their habits because they don’t want to be judged.
The reincarnated sister.
My daughter was four. We’d just had the G-rated “Where babies come from” talk. She said “Oh, I remembered that from when I was in Grandma’s tummy.”
I said, “No honey, you were in my tummy, not Grandma’s.” She shook her head and smiled at me as if I was completely dense.
“No Mommy, I was in Grandma’s tummy first, but I choked and died, and Grandma almost died too, so I had to wait to come back in yours.”
Fifteen years ago, my mother almost died giving birth to a stillborn daughter. The baby had strangled in the cord when she’d dropped into birth position. No one in my family has ever spoken of it since. My daughter’s birth date is only three days different from my dead sister’s.
The haunted discman.
I was at a friend’s house a few years ago, helping her clean and organize her room. We were alone in the house, with the radio playing quietly. I get to the bottom drawer of her dresser. It’s filled with random stuff she didn’t know what else to do with. I reach the very bottom of the drawer and find an old discman.
A few minutes later, I notice music playing other than the radio so she turns it off to figure out where it’s coming from. I can hear something playing out of the headphone jack of the CD player. So we plugged in some headphones and took a listen. A woman was singing. She had a pleasant voice but it was no language I could recognize. The instruments felt unfamiliar too. Not like normal guitar and percussion, but a strange combination of eleectronic-like sounds. We unplugged the headphones and opened the player. No CD was inside. No batteries either.
I have yet to come up with an explanation.
Sometimes you just can’t stop the music, you know?
The…. I don’t even know how to describe this one.
When I was 16 I would jump on my trampoline out back for hours. One night when I was jumping a kid ran past our fence full speed carrying a box about the size and shape of a skateboard. He ran to the park behind my house and held it by the edge then tossed it into the air so that it flipped a few times before landing on the ground.
He was just stood over it staring for a pretty long time. Then he just bolts full speed back past our fence like he didn’t even notice I was there.
The box looked like it was moving. Then something started to rise out of it. I actually stopped jumping and rubbed my eyes and watched as what looked like a full grown man rose out of a box that was like 2 inches thick.. He had an elongated head with no hair. His skin was orange, and his eyes were huge and pitch black. He raised one arm up to his side and the box just kind of went into what I can only describe as a trench coat.
He walked over to the only pavilion we have at the small park, grabbed the metal beam holding up the overhang and started to bang his head hard onto the beam over and over. Then without warning he just stopped and his head quickly whipped around and stared right at me. It was like he could feel me watching him.
A giant smile came across his face as those dark eyes just stared at me. He tilted his head back and forth a few times. As I was about to start crying (and I don’t know why I wanted to cry but his face just filled me with terror) he turned around and kind of phased down the road off into the distance. He was gone.
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