Archive for the ‘Apparition’ Category

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“that big man down the stairs”

May 18, 2013

My kid’s catholic school is over 100 years old. there is a basement under the gym that’s used for storage. I was subbing once and during recess one of the kick balls goes down the stairs. A little girl was standing at the top of the stairs yelling “just throw it up to me”. I went over and asked who she was talking to and she replied “that big man down the stairs” I went down and there was nobody down there and it was the only way in.

I asked some of the other kids if they have seen the man before and they said “yes, but sister told us not to talk to him”. I asked them to describe “sister” and they described a nun and there haven’t been nuns at the school in 40 years.

-Posted by geoffeaton; Reddit

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March 5, 2013

This will probably never be seen because the post is already at 2,400 comments but I swear on my life that it is absolutely true.

One of my close friends lived next to a house that was always vacant. It would sell, people would move in, and then one day they’d be gone and the house would be up for sale again. One summer, when the house was listed again and the last family had moved out, we decided to go take a tour and eat some Jack in the Box we had picked up. We weren’t very smart sometimes and thought it would be cool to play chicken with whatever was haunting this house. My friend was really skinny and crawled through the dog door that led straight into the kitchen, then opened the back door for me. We went through all of the rooms and it was pretty nondescript, just a typical 50s style bungalow house with a similar layout to his home, lots of pretty woodwork and built-ins. After we determined that the house really wasn’t that creepy after all, we sat down in the dining area, on the floor, across from a little horseshoe shaped nook with a kitchen table and built-in bench. It was dusk out but the windows didn’t have curtains and it never got that dark in our city, anyway. At this point, we had been in the house for maybe 25 minutes and after we finished eating we stayed sitting just to hang out and talk since we weren’t spooked out at all. All of a sudden, mid-sentence, completely out of nowhere, my vision went black and I felt this eery coldness wash all over me (I’m getting chills thinking about it), a feeling so thick I felt like it penetrated my through my body down to my bones. At the very same moment this happened, my friend screamed. I virtually could not see anything and was groping around trying to find something to grab onto and I felt so unsettled and ..cold. There’s really no other word for it. After what felt like hours, I felt my friend’s hands in mine and he pulled me to my feet and drug me through the house to the back door. He kept pulling on my arm and I still couldn’t see anything. We got outside and slowly ..you know that feeling when you get a whole body shiver and it runs down your spine? As soon as I was outside, that’s what I felt, except this was a whole body shiver that started at the tip of my toes and went all the way up to my scalp, and unexpectedly and suddenly I could see again. My friend was as pale as a sheet and looked absolutely terrified. I felt off and sort of, gross, I guess is the best word, and in shock. I told him that I couldn’t see at all until I was outside, that it felt like I had been enveloped in blackness. He was just staring at me and I finally asked him why he had screamed. He hugged me and told me that he pulled me out of the house as soon as I started reaching around like I was blind because a little girl who was completely black, and yet see through, crawled out from under the table we were across from and sat on top of me.

- Posted by aigret; Reddit

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Goodbye, Annie.

January 25, 2013

There was this lady (we’ll call her Annie) that was a friend of my mom’s and I lived with her for a few months after college.

I worked 2nd shift, so I was up late watching TV after everyone else was in bed. Annie comes walking into the living room, half asleep. I say, “What’s going on, Annie?” and she says, “My grandmother just called.”

I’m like, “Nooooo, no one has called.”

She insists that she just talked to her grandmother and that her grandmother called to tell her goodbye and now she wants to call her family to check on her.

“Nonsense,” I say. “It was just a dream. Don’t bother your family in the middle of the night. Go back to bed and call them in the morning.” And she goes back to bed.

About an hour later, I’m just getting into bed when the phone rings. No, shit. And it’s her family calling to tell her that her grandmother died about an hour ago.

The grandmother was old, but not sick or on death’s bed or anything. Annie did not remember any of this the next day and we never spoke of it. I thought about this for years and struggled with labeling it a ghost story or just an eerie coincidence. My skeptical and logical tendencies decided to label it a coincidence. The only times I have re-told this story have been to people who do not know Annie in situations where everyone is telling their “ghost-stories.”

THEN

About a decade later, Annie died unexpectedly. I went to her funeral and her brother delivered a eulogy. In it, he tells this story.

When Annie was about 4, her great-grandmother died. All the family was gathered in the house and someone noticed that little Annie had disappeared. After a brief search, they found her in a bedroom, rolling on the floor laughing.

“What on earth are you laughing about, Annie?” and little Annie replies, “Great-grandma was tickling me. She came to tell me goodbye.”

- Posted by Hoodooz39; Reddit

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“YUP, SEE YA!”

January 25, 2013

Was at a friends house when I passed out on the couch. Woke up a bit later and realized it was time for me to go. Got up and noticed my buddies light on in his room but the door was shut. Walked by the door and told him I was leaving because I had to work in the am. He said “YUP, SEE YA!” Went to fridge to grab my drink. Walked back by his room and said “later dude”. He said “YUP”. Something didn’t seem legit, didn’t sound quite like him so I opened the door….. No one there…. No one in the house. Went outside and his truck was gone. I freaked the fuck out. Called his cell an he had left to go to McDonald’s 15 minutes prior. I bolted outside and waited for him to get home. He told me the kid that use to live there years ago hung himself In the attic an ever since he lived there he has notice strange things and voices. This was confirmed by the neighbor… The kids older brother! After that just about anyone who goes over there has a weird experience. My buddy has dealt with it for years. When it gets weird. He yells out loud “LEAVE ME ALONE” and he says the weird vibes stop for a bit. But they always come back.

One of my friends ex girlfriend swears that one night she was taking a bath in the house and she had the radio on. She closed her eyes and all of a sudden she said the radio slowly turned down. She didn’t think much of it (old radio) and turned it back up. It went down again. She turned it back up louder. Closed her eyes once more and she said someone whispered in her eye “turn it down”. She opened her eyes and saw a man standing there with black messy hair and glasses. My friend asked his neighbor (the suicidal kids brother) if that description was anyone he knew….. He went into his living room and brought back a picture of his brother. I’m told by the ex girlfriend that it was the same person no doubt

- Posted by ReDdiT_JuNkBoT; Reddit

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Deerman.

January 17, 2013

There’s something that myself and several of my friends have seen around our town. We call it “Deerman” as a bit of a joke. The first time I saw it, I was on a walk with my friend around 2AM. It looked like a man was standing between some trees on the edge of the nearby woods. As I stared at it, he ran away. It was just this shadowy black blur in the shape of a man, but FAST. I tried pointing it out and when I told my friend I said “it ran upright like a man, but fast like a deer.” That’s why we call it Deerman.

Well, my friend didn’t believe me until about a week later. He was driving down the same road, about 55 mph. He saw a shadowy figure cross the road in front of him and stand to his left. As he passed it, the thing chased his car. It actually kept up with him for about 200 yards before turning off into the woods.

We then saw the same thing about 4 miles away, later that summer.

- Posted by kentnasty; Reddit

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Backward-leg-man.

January 13, 2013

Our house is pretty old, and it was formerly a pig slaughter house. When we renovated it when found six doors, no windows aside from the ones we have. It’s a small, one floor house with an unfinished basement. I have grown up in the house, and I’ve had my share of weird ass shit happen. Typically your normal ghosty business: items misplaced, strange noises, voices, doors opening, etc. Our basement was never the creepy part though, it was the hallway leading to my bedroom. I hate that fucking hallway. It’s a straight shot, teen feet deep from the kitchen, I suppose. Nothing to bat an eye at. But I’ve always been terrified of it.

I was probably twelve or thirteen, still in middle school. At the time I had a desktop computer that I was ALWAYS on. I spent hours on it, constantly. I was up until four on it, then got up at seven for school, etc. One night I noticed I kept hearing weird noises in my hallway. Like stomping, I guess, but not loud. My door handle jiggled a bit, but nothing too creepy ( for me, anywho ). I assumed it was my dad or something. After a while I had to pee so I got up and opened the door, silence. Okay, cool. Whatever. I flipped on the hall light and went to the bathroom. After I was done I opened the door and looked into the kitchen. Our kitchen is really small with a island-table in the middle of it. Behind that I saw a figure there. I thought maybe it was my mom crouched down picking something up, so without thinking I call out to her.

No answer. Now I’m a little on edge, so I say ‘Mom?’ again a little louder. The figure shifted and came into the light of our security light shining through the window. It wasn’t my mom. It was a figure on all fours. His elbows were bent backwards, and his legs looks backwards too. He didn’t have hands, but feet. He didn’t have a face that I can remember, I just see it as a blur in my mind’s eye. I was terrified, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move. He moved towards me slowly and suddenly there was this noise to my left. Before I could turn to look at it I was pushed back into the bathroom and the door slammed shut. Instantly I heard my parents door open and I jumped out of the bathroom. Every single light was on in our house, including the basement and garage.

I’ve never been able to explain it. I’ve tried to pull it off as too much caffeine, not enough sleep. Could a power surge have turned on the lights? But… The flashlights were on too. That was the strange part. My dad, a huge skeptic, refuses to talk about it and blames it on me as a prank.

Another weird happening was just a month ago I was home from college and I had JUST gone to bed. I instantly heard some weird noises and I muted my TV. Suddenly my door slammed, like something had lunged against it. I didn’t go outside at all that night, nor did I sleep. In the morning I found a huge scratch on it. We do have a dog, but I give you my word that that scratch was not there before that night. Our dog knows better than to do that. She has never jumped up on a door before.

PIC – Of the scratches that I took and sent to my friend the morning it happened. I talked to my mom about it, and she said she has no idea what could have done that. We tried to think of a time we might have scratched it while carrying the vacuum or something, but nothing came up. My mom has mentioned seeing some things, but not nearly what I have experienced. She thinks it’s just the old house playing tricks… But I don’t think that’s it at all.

- Posted by smiledawg; Reddit

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The children in my family have a thing with seeing ghosts.

January 12, 2013

The children in my family have a thing with seeing ghosts. We have had 3 major incidents that have freaked out my family from all different generations and different “ghosts.”

The first incident was when my sister was just able to talk. My mom was driving past Peterson Tractor where my grandpa used to work and my sister pointed to the business and said “grandpa plays with tractors” well the strange thing was that my grandpa died when my mom was 15 and my mom had never mentioned him.

The next story happened almost every night when I was little. My mom would put me down for bed and I would immediately jump out of bed and go over to my grandmas vanity set she gave me before she died. I would say good night to whatever was over there and give it a hug. I would blow a kiss and say “good night grandma.” My poor mom has now had both of her children see ghosts.

The third story is the strangest. My aunt died of leukemia when she was 13, and then my cousin got diagnosed when she was 10. My cousin was laying in her hospital bed when she turned to my grandma and asked “who is that little girl in the white wicker chair?” My grandma had her describe the little girl and my grandma showed her a picture of Cheryl (my aunt who had passed) and she confirmed it was her.

- Posted by MarceeBoggs; Reddit

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Reasons to keep your feet covered at night.

January 12, 2013

When I met my boyfriend he was still living with his parents. One night, while I was staying there, a hand grabbing my ancle woke me up. It startled me and I looked up. For just a second, I saw a woman standing close to the bed, black hair and a white gown. I immediately woke up my boyfriend and told him I had seen something weird. He said “a woman in white, wasn’t it? I’ve seen her plenty of times before.”

In the house we live in now I’ve seen things move from the corner of my eye. I think I see something, turn my head and there’s nothing there. I always thought it was just my imagination but about a year ago this happened again and I looked and saw the keychain of my bag (on the other side of the room) moving as if someone had touched it.

- Posted by vlinder84; Reddit

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Carie.

January 12, 2013

My childhood was made for this thread!

When I was a child, I think I was around 6 or 7, it was just me, my mom, and my brother who is 2 years younger than me. We happened to live in the house where my mother’s grandparents lived when my mother was a child. Every night for probably six months I would be visited by this old man who’s name I did not know, and he always had a dog with him. He would just hover above my bed and talk to me, but he would always call me “Carie,” which is my mother’s name.

Every morning I would wake up and tell my mom about my conversations with the old man and I would describe him to the tee, he always wore the same thing ( I can’t remember what it was now).

One day my mother and I were going through old photo albums and I spotted the man that always visited me! With out having any idea who it was I picked out a picture of my mother’s grand father, who to my mother’s account, matched my description perfectly. I was certain that this was the man I’ve been talking to and I was excited to tell him, but he never came around again.

On another occasion, I woke up to what I thought was my mom opening my door and talking to me. But, when my mom really came in to wake me up about an hour later, she was wearing a totally different outfit and denied ever coming in my room that morning to talk to me. I’ve never been able to figure that one out.

All throughout my life I feel as if I’ve been followed my these strange things that I can not explain. When I was a child I thought it was fun but now that I’m older its just really scary. I used to feel safe with these things around me, and now I feel afraid. Especially at night, I always feel as if there’s something big and scary watching me and in my heart I feel terrified. Although I started feeling terrified before this, in the last 5 years I’ve experienced what I think is sleep paralysis a number of times. I don’t see anything scary during this, I just feel an overwhelming pressure over my entire body, along with a suffocating feeling. Usually I struggle to just move my finger tips. I know this sounds crazy, but it feels like something is trying to pull my soul out and push a new one in so I fight it as hard as I can and eventually it just stops and I can move again and I just sit there terrified for the rest of the night with all the lights on. Andddddddddd my happy/funny ghost stories just turned into a terrified rant. Go figure.

TL;DR: Had fun ghost visits as a child from my great grand father that died when my mom was ~8 years old, after he left I got bad visits from terrifying things that I can”t explain. My life is fucked up.

Edit: Just remembered one more thing! After my mom got married (I was 8 years old) we moved to a different house and I would stay up all night because I could hear what sounded like pots and pans banging together and kitchen drawers being gone through. No one else in my house ever heard it, which was strange to me because I was farthest from the kitchen. As a child, I always laid there terrified thinking that maybe someone was breaking into our kitchen…every night. Now that I think about it, that is when the bad things started happening that made me so scared. Just this year my parents bought a new house but kept that house to give to me or my brothers when we want it. I don’t think I’ll be moving back there.

- Posted by wahwahwhat; Reddit

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There’s a man in the room.

January 12, 2013

Not my house…but somewhere I was sleeping. Hopefully you’ll forgive the length (and the fact that I took liberties with the OP’s question).

We were traveling from western Kentucky to Florida for vacation. After a long day of driving, we ate waffles and other breakfast miscellany at one of those all-night-breakfast places and were looking for somewhere to sleep for the night, but everywhere was full.

When we finally saw a hotel lacking a lit-up “No Vacancy” Sign, it was a Days Inn in Dothan Alabama. I needed to stretch my legs, and my Game Gear had died, so I went into the front office with my dad to get the room.

The woman, tired and barely contained by her hotel employee’s uniform, told us “We’re all booked up.” But her coworker said something like, “What about 229?” and she paused for a second, looked at me, and then at my dad and said, “Well yeah, I guess you could take 229. Would you like 229?”.

“Well yeah..why not? Sure”. And so began the strangest night I’ve ever experienced.

We settled in for bed almost instantly. My brother and I in one, my parents in the other. Something seemed off about the room, but we were too tired to care.

At around 2:30 in the morning I woke up to my mom screaming, and my dad sitting straight up in bed.

There’s a man in the room! HEY, HEY. Who are you? What are you doing in here?

We all woke up, and there was this dark figure of a large man in the room, standing over my parents bed. My brother dove for the lightswitch and the room came into this sudden, quiet focus.

I remember thinking later about what might be a more appropriate or effective thing to say when you’re encountered by a large dark figure standing at the foot of your bed. But in the moment, nothing was there. Just a shitty TV, a mini fridge, and a mirror.

We all sat there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. My dad said, “We’re leaving.” And we were back on the road as fast as we fell asleep.

Later on, my parents discussed it. My mother apparently only saw a man. My father also saw a man and a dog. I just remember seeing shapes. We scoured the internet to see if anything weird had happened in the hotel that year. I even tried calling the hotel years later, but it had since gone under new management. From time to time we always wonder what happened in that room.

- Posted by itsMalarky; Reddit

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