You Are Covering Her Note

So a friend of mine was six years old when she told her mother that “the lady who use to live here told me that she hates the wallpaper” and that “you are covering her note”. My friends mom just thought it was make believe rambling and forgot about it. Well, twelve years later when the mom is redecorating and taking down the wallpaper in the attic, she finds a suicide note scratched into the wall. The mom freaks the fuck out and calls my friend and starts crying asking if she remembered anything more about the women who spoke to her. My friend starts to recall the woman and starts to freak out saying she only remembered talking to her in the attic.

The suicide note I actually saw. Really fucked with me. How casual this woman wrote about hanging herself and about how she didn’t care. Something about not being able to see the sun.

- Posted by DWM88; Reddit

Bad Man

[I asked my daughter one night] “Why are you crying?”

“Bad man”

What bad man?

“There.” Points behind me at a dark corner of the room

Lamp on bookshelf next to said darkened corner falls off as soon as I turn to look.

She slept in our bed that night

- Posted by falicor; Reddit

Mr Rand

OK, backstory time. When I was a kid “Mr. Rand” used to come into my room 4 or 5 times a week. He’d talk to me and tell me about ‘stuff’ and how he was killed in WW2. See Ol’ mate Rand was a figment of my 4 year old imagination. Any way one day when I was 9 or so Mr. Rand stopped showing up.

Fast forward to about 3 years ago and my son, who is about 5 at the time, walks out of his room one night at about 11:30and says there’s a man in his room. I flip out And run in his room to find nobody to which he then says “Mr. Rand said you can’t see him anymore, but he’s ok!”. The kids got his own imaginary mate called Mr. Rand, but they only chat once or twice a year.

Mr. Rand died on 5th Feb 1942 – we both agree. Cats are the devils advocate(ammo’cap – is how my son said it), Mr. Rand said the same to me too, me and the young Lad both like cats. I’ll see if the young bloke wants to talk about it in the morning and ill let you know more.

- Posted by [deleted]; Reddit

“that big man down the stairs”

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

The big park in the sky

Man… like a week before my sister died she said she had a dream that someone took her up to play in a big park in the sky, but that they told her she had to come back to live there. She said she asked if her family could come, and the person told her no. Then, the night before she died, our parents literally couldn’t pull us apart – as in, we were screaming and crying wouldn’t let go of each other, and that hadn’t happened before.

Edit: More on the story. I guess it makes it more curious, being that she was a healthy, young girl. That day my dad send her and my other (half, but I call them “sisters,” because we lived together on and off) sisters out to the park to play with their mother. He was suspicious for weeks that someone had been breaking into the garage, so he wanted my stepmother to take the vehicle and the kids out, while he waited with a gun in the night stand next to him. They came home early, because she was crying that she wanted to see our father, and she went in his room while he was asleep, took the safety off (supposedly), and shot herself through the heart and into his leg. He always had guns just laying around the house. I remember them taking them and playing with them, pretending to shoot each other, while he was off doing…whatever it was he was doing. In the weeks prior, all she could talk about was going to live in the big park in the sky. I’m not religious whatsoever, but it’s still really strange.

- Posted by ihatethispart; Reddit

Imaginary Friend G

Like a lot of kids, I had an imaginary friend until I was about 9 or 10. I don’t remember playing with him, but I do vaguely remember going to see a psychiatrist about him. I described him as looking like me (red hair, glasses) and having the same birthday as I do, and I called him G because my first name starts with a G, according to my mother. As I grew up, G faded away.

Fast forward to my 20th birthday. I came home from college for a dinner with my parents and younger siblings. We’re joking around about our childhoods when my sister mentions G. My dad gets quiet and my mom goes pale. She demands we drop the subject. The next day, after my siblings had gone, my parents sit me down and explain that I had a twin brother who died when we were about a year old; he had a congenital heart problem and passed away during surgery. They had elected not to tell me, although they couldn’t really explain why. My mom kept the letters G and I wrote to each other (mostly scribbles) and all the pictures I drew of he and I playing. She thinks I was with my brother.

TL;DR I had an imaginary friend who may have been my deceased brother.

- Posted by ShortScribbler; Reddit

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

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

Carie.

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

First Sentence.

My first words were a sentence. We were at a parade, and suddenly, after never having said anything before, I turned to my parents and said “before I picked you guys to be my mom and dad, I was a soldier, and we used to march like that.”

This came out about 16 years later in family therapy.

- Posted by hedgomatic; Reddit

Please don’t cry, we’re all okay.

I work in a hospital, and in a place where death is common, I kind of learned how to just shrug things off and move on. This is different, and kind of both creeps me out, and brings tears to my eyes.

A cardiologist at our hospital died a couple of weeks ago. His house caught on fire. His wife, along with their 2 children also died during the accident. All four of them were found in the bedroom hugging each other.

There’s this kid, 7 years old, his doctor was a pediatrician at our hospital, been there a lot actually. The pediatrician was at a loss to with what to do with the kid. He was brought there by his mother, because the kid insisted he has been talking to his father a lot. His father died a couple years ago, and I’m not sure how or why. The pediatrician found nothing wrong with the kid.

A couple of days ago. the kid insisted on seeing his pediatric doctor, he didn’t say why, but was persistent. He kept bugging his mom to bring him to the doctor immediately. End of the day, she brings his kid to the hospital. Upon entering, the kid just stopped. In the lobby there was a photo of the deceased cardiologist, with flowers and well wishes. The kid sees it and tugs at his mom, “That’s the guy who talked to me a couple of days ago, he told me to tell [pediatric doctor] not to cry anymore, he said they’re all ok and happy.” So the mom takes the kid to his doctor, and the pediatric doctor is just, shocked and overwhelmed at the same time. The pediatric doctor was close friends with the cardiologist, and have been in a sad state these past couple of days.

The part that freaks me out is that the cardiologist never met the kid patient ever. I do believe that science can explain most things, but maybe not everything. If there was an “I see dead people kid” in real life, I’d bet that’s the kid.

- Posted by jorgensnap; Nosleep