Archive for the ‘Haunted House’ Category

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Do what you want, we know you’re still there.

September 2, 2012

On two separate occasions I have seen a figure standing in my bedroom. The first time I was 8-9, the second time was last year. Starting about 2-3 years ago, I began hearing two distinct voices in my house; one is a female voice, the other male.

The weirdest part about it is that I think the female is a lot more benevolent/pranky than the male. Like, when I’m home alone, I’ll hear (what I think is) my mother calling me from downstairs, only to go down and realize no one is there. Once I came home, and opening the door I heard the female voice say “oh, he’s home!” to which I replied “what’s for supper?” When I realized that it wasn’t my mother, I yelled out “IT’S NOT FUNNY!” and then heard laughter (not evil laughter, just “haha we got him” kinda laughter) coming from my bedroom.

The male voice has never done anything particularly malevolent, but I have heard really loud screaming in various parts of my house. Once, when I was about 10-11, I got into a habit of covering my head with a blanket. As I was lying in bed, I heard a voice right near my head say “do what you want, we know you’re still there.” That wasn’t a fun night. I’ve also heard the male voice singing what sounded like an Irish folk song.

In the two times I saw figures in the house, they were both very distinct. The first time (when I was 8-9) it was a woman standing in the corner of my bedroom, and the second time it was a man walking across my bedroom (a different bedroom; I nabbed my sister’s when she moved out). The female had shorter hair and I’d say was maybe 5′ 9″ (she was near my dresser so I could gauge her height afterward, I didn’t stand there with a ruler when I saw her), the male was probably a little taller than 6′ and had a suit on. I couldn’t see their faces though because I was a bit freaked out and I suck with face recognition even when I’m not dealing with paranormal shenanigans.

It all sounds a bit insane, but that’s only because I’m giving about 10 years of stories in a couple paragraphs. These things don’t happen every day, usually months apart when I’ve stopped thinking about them.

- Posted by Parabolic_Lemon; Reddit

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Door In The Floor

September 2, 2012

My sister and I were in a bedroom in a B&B in Ireland. We chatted for a while, then turned out the lights and got ready to sleep. The radio on the bedside table came on, in between stations so that it was half static and half Gaelic (Irish?) we couldn’t understand. We tried turning it off but the switch was already off. We stopped it by unplugging it. As soon as we’d done that, a knocking sound came from inside the cupboard. We opened the cupboard to find a door in the floor. It had a handle and hinges – just like a door in the wall, but in the floor. As soon as I touched the handle, the knocking stopped. The door was locked so we never saw what was there.

- Posted by girlindie; Reddit

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Woman In The Shower

September 2, 2012

When I was 14 I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth before bed. As I was walking out of the bathroom I noticed the shower curtain close a little. I thought my brother was trying to scare me so I opened it and said “I saw you!” but when I opened it there was a lady standing there… Not my brother.

I noticed her hand was still holding it closed. She had long nails so that’s when I realized it wasn’t my brother. As I pulled it open I saw her just standing there naked. Her hair was wet like she had just finished her shower. She just stood there and stared back at me. I only stayed for a few seconds before I screamed and ran out. My brother heard and went in to check the shower but no one was there. I know what I saw and it still scares the shit out of me. I never used that bathroom again.EDIT:

Just to clear this up. It couldn’t have been a person because I ran out screaming and stopped in the hallway by the door. My brother was in his room next to the bathroom and was there within a minute. When he checked the shower no one was there. They couldn’t have walked out because I was at the door. There is no other way out. It’s impossible.

The woman was in her late twenties or early thirties. She was normal to skinny build but looked like she had just had a kid. I thought this because she had stretch marks on her stomach and it was a little floppy. This seems like an odd thing to notice but I was 14 and never saw stretch marks until then (these were fresh, bright red ones). I thought they were cuts or scars at the time.

I was in complete shock and I was even more scared when I realized she was gone.

I really don’t tell many people this story but it really shook me. It’s one of the reasons my mum sold the house.

- Posted by Aussielle; Reddit

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Detention Deputy Experiences

August 27, 2012

I’m a detentions deputy that works alone in a 60 bed jail on graveyard shift. Several times I’ve seen inmates out of their cells in the middle of the night, went to investigate, and found everyone accounted for and asleep. We’ve had two suicides and one homicide since I’ve worked there and it would always happen within the month of the incident.

They’re usually out of the corner of my eye or when I walk by a door and I’ve never gotten a good look at them, other than noticing the flash of an orange jumpsuit(our seg inmates and the two suicides wore orange jumpsuits.) and then they are gone. I’ve seen an inmate up against the glass in the gym, then walk away from it and when I get there he’s gone, I’ve seen one several times standing in an empty seg cell as I walk by, and I saw one in our kitchen standing at the sink in the dark as I walked by the door.

I’ve also found lights on in the middle of the night in rooms that I don’t have access to and property bins pulled off their shelves when nobody was there.

- Posted by chancesarent; Reddit

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Death Row Prison Guard On His Experiences Of The Paranormal

August 27, 2012

I’ve seen “inmates” outside of their cell.

Saw figures standing at the end of ranges and when I got to where they were there would be nothing there. It was impossible for an actual inmate to get out, and if he was out and standing there, it would have been impossible to get back in. Sometimes other inmates would call me down because they had someone standing in front of their cell. Once one asked me why I came back to his cell after a short period. I hadn’t been there in over an hour. He says an officer was just standing in front of his cell 5 minutes prior.

Just got chills writing that and remembering the fear on his face.

Heard officer keys at night when there was no one but me. Had a friend working a tower that saw the old school inmates with the black and white stripped uniforms and old school prison guard as they were cleaning up the side of the road next to the tower. Didn’t believe in paranormal stuff prior to working there, but afterwards I’m convinced there is something there.

- Posted by gendarme_; Reddit

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Girls In The Bathroom

June 28, 2012

My friends house is haunted. I normally don’t buy peoples’ bullshit ghost stories, but his entire family (and anybody that stays in the house a few nights) would agree that weird shit went on in that house. There are dozens of stories, but I’ll tell mine:

One night I showed up to my friends house for a party. I was about 18 or 19 at the time. Everybody was in the basement getting drunk and as I walked to the basement door to go down there I passed the bathroom. The light was on, the door was closed, and I heard 3 or 4 female voices inside the bathroom. “Awesome”, I thought, “there are girls at this party. I hope they’re hot.”

I stopped to listen to them for a minute. I was trying to figure out if I knew their voices or not. I could actually hear what they were saying; they were talking and laughing. I listened for about a minute.

I then went downstairs and started drinking. About 20 minutes passed and I asked my friend where the girls were that were upstairs and everybody (there were 5 or 6 guys there at this point; it was early) just stopped and stared at me. There were no girls in the house and the night before my friend had been woken up my girls’ voices coming from that bathroom. Everybody else was thrown because my friend had told them about it before I got there.

We went upstairs to check the bathroom. The door was open and the light was still on. The water was also running (?).

What kills me is I actually heard what they were saying but I don’t remember it because it didn’t seem important. I fucking heard ghosts having a conversation and I don’t remember it. Lame.

- Posted by qwop88; Reddit

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A banging on the door, followed with suffocating voice begging for help

June 26, 2012

I like to think of myself as a pretty skeptical person. Someone who doesn’t claim every other, seemingly unexplainable event to be occult, just because it simply is easier to explain things when claiming the “unexplainable” being of supernatural nature. You could say that I prefer fact before fiction. Despite this, there have been times in my life, where logic and common sense just didn’t fit in.

In Sweden most people are atheists. We’re born in to the Christian church, and stay there, only to take part of the four main events the typical swede attends to during his lifetime. These are baptism, confirmation, weddings and funerals.

This story takes place at my confirmation camp. I was about 15 years old, and although most kids are in it for the celebration party (meaning presents) after the final ceremony, I actually somewhat did believe in God. This is quite irrelevant for the story though, so I’ll just skip to the strange event that took place.

It was mid-day, and I’m on my way back to the dormitory, after just having stuffed myself with a nice meal at the dining hall. I was all alone, which was quite nice after spending the last few days with people around you at all times. I was strolling, taking in that weird old smell that all old houses seems to have, and listening to the floorboards creak under my weight. It was all kind of peaceful.

To get to my room, I had to walk up a staircase, which was next to a door. No one had a clue what was behind that door, since it was closed at all times, and my guess is that no one even cared. It was just an old door, in an old house.

Without even thinking about said door, I started to walk up the stairs. As I did, there was an instant banging on the door I just mentioned. With it came a raspy, suffocating voice, which cried out “Help! Help!”. While standing there and listening, the whole procedure did repeat itself. The banging, the begging. As a 15 year old boy, in a house filled with other 15 year old pranksters, I just shrugged it off. I assumed that a couple of my friends were behind that door, trying to scare anyone who was passing by, and with that I started to walk the stairs again. Half way up, when the banging and crying for help, still hadn’t stopped; I had to second think my decision to just leave. What if there actually was someone in there, in need of aid?

With that I made my way back down the stairs. As I reached the door, I started to talk back to the person inside. I asked some basic question like “Who is this?”, “what’s wrong?” and so on. As no one answered, and the banging and the raspy voice were constant, I grabbed the handle. The door was locked.

This is where I turned to logic. If this person was truly in need, he would have responded to my questions, or at least attempted to unlock the door. After all, he was banging on it, which meant that he was right by it. Satisfied with my conclusion, I finally made my way up the stairs.

As I passed the girls dorm, I did notice that they were all worked up about something. Some of them where screaming, others hugging, and some just jumping up and down. Naturally, as the gentleman I am I asked what’s wrong. Two of the girl start repeating a story that’s identical to what I just experienced, and this is where things actually started to get really weird. It turned out that unlike me, the girls actually took the banging and cries for help really seriously. In fact they panicked and started to pull the handle as soon as they heard the noises. The door was stuck, but they were not giving up. As they repeatedly were pulling the handle and pushing the door, it finally gave in. At that very moment, the noises abruptly stopped. There were just the two girls, staring into a completely normal, totally empty, office-like room…

- Posted by SonOfJacob; Truthisinhere

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