Archive for the ‘Haunted House’ Category


Projection Booth

March 27, 2012

I used to work at a movie theater. It was a crappy cheap movie theater that got all the movies after they were done at the bigger nicer theaters… We always joked about a ghost that haunted the place. We would always hear whistling. You could whistle part of a song and you would hear someone whistle the rest. I shit you not. This happened. We kind of joked about it and went on with our lives. Well one day I was up in the projection area and I heard someone say my name. I yelled back “WHAT??” no answer. I walked down stairs and asked my coworkers what they wanted. They were slammed busy at the front desk / lobby…. no one had come upstairs…. fine … could be explained right? Im hearing things right?

Well here is the freakiest part. My family doesn’t celebrate Christmas like most families so I would always volunteer to work Xmas eve and Xmas day. I was working the night shift on Xmas eve alone. I was waiting for 2 or 3 people to get done watching Lord of the Rings or something so I could go home. After the movie was out I ran upstairs, stopped the projector and ran back downstairs to clean the theater. No one else was in the building at this point. Halfway through cleaning the theater I get this feeling like “Wow… I shouldn’t be here right now”. I look up and see a man shaped shadow in the projection booth. I ran out of the theater, turned off all the lights and ran out the door. I turn around and see that there’s a neon sign for COFFEE behind the snack bar that’s still on… I work up some courage and run back inside to turn it off. I literally jump over the counter, turn the light off and jump back to the door. By the time I’m out the door I turn back around to see the light flickering back on. WTF!! I ran back in turned it off again. I turn to my right and see a flash of light come from the middle of the dark lobby. I turned, ran and never looked back.

- Posted by DARKTUBIE; Reddit


The first thing my training officer asked me was “Do you believe in ghosts?”

March 1, 2012

The mall I work at was built in the 60′s and I have been working there since 2004. I had always joked with my co-workers about our store being haunted and never really took any strange happenings seriously. In 2007, I was offered a job doing security for the mall and took it because it payed as much starting as I made as a manager at the store I worked at. The only drawback? It was graveyard.

During this time the mall was adding skylights, tearing down a Mervins and building a Nordstrom. My first incident was the early morning of “black Friday” a little after 3am. I was driving around the parking lot and happened to see a large man in a security uniform in our office. We have an outside office with a glass door and a code lock. Normally this would not be out of the ordinary as we has several very cliche security guards. The problem was that the only other person working was a small cambodian man. I called my other officer over to report what I had seen and he informed me that in 2005 a guard had died of a heart attack at the mall. He showed me a picture that was posted in the lunchroom and I was shocked to see the resemblence between him and who I had seen in the office minutes before. My coworker and I laughed about how we had an extra officer for back up and continued our shifts.

A few months later, I was delivering something to the mall office when I heard an old man say behind me”excuse me, miss?” I turned around and said “yeah, what’s up?” to find no one there. Now mind you I was in a locked back hallway and I ran up and down that hallway searching for the source of this voice and found nothing to explain it.

Now most people dont realize how many suicides actually happen at malls but I know of 3 at my mall (one I found). There used to be a police substation on one of the porches. One day for what ever reason some african american dude shot himself in the head right next to the substation. While they were tearing down this substaition and building new stores, a lot of strange things happened in that area. I saw a black man frantically trying to get housekeepings attention to no avail. (The housekeeper had no idea what I was talking about) A tenant looked in a store window and saw a black mans reflection waving his arms next to her as we were walking. It always happens in the same area of the mall as the suicide. One night, I went to unlock a service door on that very porch. As I approached I started to smell a mixture of honey bucket and dead animal. When I opened the door, I found that the light had gone out in the hallway and it was pitchblack. Or so I thought. A figure started to come towards me that was even blacker than the hallway and the smell intensified. I actually ran back to the car waving my hands in the air and screaming.

This one I think was the worst. You know how when you are in a well lit room and you look in a window at night? All you can see is your reflection right? Well we were having a blizzard and I was working by myself. I decided to go out for smoke. As I was walking out, I happened to glance at my reflection. There was some sort of animal behind me. A big one that I had never seen before. I looked down and ran my ass outside. Once I gathered myself I started to think about what I was going to do because there was no way in hell I was going back in that office. I thought ‘hey I’ll just drive around’ Nope the car keys are on the office desk. ‘Ok I’ll just walk around the mall for a while and hang out with housekeeping’ Nope the mall keys are on the desk. ‘ok fuck this place. I quit!’ ha! nope keys are on the desk. I waited in the snow during a blizzard for 3 hours until the next guard came on duty.

Most recent. I saw someone sitting in a massage chair after hours in the suicide area. Then I saw a kiosk chair move without making a sound. This is damn near impossible unless it is lifted off the ground. Later that night I had a nightmare about demon possession. Super scary. Anyway I hope I didn’t ramble on… I’m usually just a lurker

- Posted by PaulinaBlart; TheTruthIsInHere


it looked like there was a human form hanging from a rope

February 18, 2012

Most unexplained creepy story I have experienced: This was years ago, I was 17 and my then girlfriend and I were watching a movie late at night after my folks went to bed. After the movie we moved to the living room upstairs and made a bed of comforters between the couches (the family room where we were watching movies was above my parents room and honestly I was hoping to get laid and wanted the privacy) We snuggled under the covers and I was making moves when she froze. “look at the wall” she whispered to me, and when I did I could see it illuminated by the streetlamp with a shadow of the tree from the front yard and it looked like there was a human form hanging from a rope from one of its limbs. She was getting more and more freaked out as was I; she hid her head under the covers and each time I looked at the shadow it appeared to be a gently swinging body from the tree. she was getting louder and more panicked and I was trying to calm her, still hoping to get some, but I couldn’t shake the image of the hanging man. I told her it was nothing, a bag or something had gotten stuck on the branches and it was playing tricks on our eyes, she was shaking and I was unsure about my assessment. I finally told her I would get up and check. The light was coming through the patio deck doors so all I had to do was stand up and look out to see what was hanging from the tree and we could relax, she didn’t want me to she was shivering and holding me so tight she wanted us to hide under the covers. I said “relax, it can’t be what it looks like, stay here and I’ll check”. The shadow was so well defined I was doubting myself as I said it but I stood up and looked over the couch to see what was casting the weird shadow.
So now here’s the thing, there was no body, there was nothing. As my brain tried to process it I realized that there wasn’t even a tree; My father had cut it down the previous summer, there was nothing that could have cast any shadow! I grabbed her and the covers we spent the night in front of the tv with the volume turned up. Still have no idea what the fuck that was about but it really happened.

- Posted by tianhkamun; Reddit


Aunt Birdie

January 27, 2012

My best friend from K-12 has a very similar story. Her parents were both raised near our hometown, but her dad was in the air force, so they lived abroad. She was born in England.

When she was 2, her dad’s time in the air force was up, so they wanted to move back to the states. Her dad had an old friend that was selling an old farm house that he had recently inherited from his great aunt, right outside our hometown. She was never told any of this.

They come back stateside, and go to look at the house. As it’s empty, they let Liz(my friend)run around and explore. They decide to buy, go to leave, and call Liz downstairs. She comes bounding down talking about, “Aunt Birdie is real nice! She’s happy to have kids again. Her doggie is nice too.” She said she saw the lady in the window seat of what was to become her room.

Her parents are WTFing, and the buddy has gone white. “Aunt Birdie” was his great aunt, and she sure did have a little dog that she loved like a child. She was always fond of kids too.

She saw her off and on for a long time, and we’ve all seen some strange shit go on. I know there must be an explanation, but has always been seen as a nice, protective presence, so meh.

- Posted by flibbertygiblet; Reddit


I’m Following You

January 18, 2012

Not my story, but one my manager told me that happened to him a couple of years ago. Sorry it’s a bit long.

I work in a small department in a hospital, usually only 2-3 of us in at one time. Our building used to be a Pathology lab, and in the basement floor is a mortuary. There’s only two ways in to the building, and for both of them you need swipe card access to get through two doors.

One morning, my manager was coming through the back door, swiped through the first door, and was about to swipe through the second door. He saw one of my colleagues inside was pointing at something behind him through the glass window of the door, as was about to ask him what was up when an old man in regular clothing walked past him without looking at him, straight into the department. This was weird enough, because for someone to follow him through the first swipe door they would have had to have been walking very close to him, very quickly to get through before the doors closed.

My manager asked where the man was looking for, and without turning round or stopping the man just said “I’m following you”, and walked straight out of the department through the front door.

Now to get out of the front door of the department, you have to press the door release button or else the door won’t open. Neither my manager or the other colleague saw him press the button, he just opened the door and left.

My manager and the colleague apparently looked at each other for a couple of seconds, not sure what to make of it, then decided to see where he’d gone, but after walking out of the department couldnt see him anywhere. They looked out for him the rest of the week, but didn’t see anyone that looked like him.

When he told me the story I was sceptical, and thought that the period that the doors are released when you enter might have been long enough for someone to go from the back door to the front door, so we tried it. It wasn’t possible. The window of time is literally 2-3 seconds.

Make of it what you will.

May not seem that weird, but something like that has never happened in the time I’ve been working here.

- Posted by Iliveforthecake ; Reddit


I see an arm sitting on the armrest.

January 18, 2012

This was around 7-8 years ago (13 or so). My brother and I shared a bedroom with 2 twin beds with blue sailboat sheets. Walls are a light blue and there is a TV next to a computer on the opposite wall from the beds ( Just painting the scene ). My brother goes to spend the night at a friends and I am sleeping alone in our room for the first time (I would generally sleep in my parents room, but knew I was getting too old for it. After getting past my fear of being alone in the dark, I finally turn off the TV and go to sleep. I got to sleep surprisingly quickly, but was woken up when my TV kicked on to a channel with static. I don’t know the time, but estimate it at around 2-3 AM. I get up and am a bit startled, but I begin to realize something. The computer chair (made up of old, beaten up plastic and fake leather) is slowly spinning. Enough to be noticeable, but not to be making full 360 turns. This is the part that still makes me look over my shoulder every night before turning out the light to make the horrifying journey to my bed. As I stare at the chair, with the static TV channel giving off that particular frequency that drives you nuts, I see an arm sitting on the armrest. As the chair turn a small girl is sitting there. The best I can describe her is straight out of The Ring. Keep in mind this was years before it was released. The girl did nothing but sit, knees curled up to chest, staring, looking, silently waiting. As the chair continued its rotation the feeling of dread dissipates and the TV clicks off. At this point I freak the fuck out. I start screaming for my dad. My parents were across the house and didn’t hear me. I sat there for 4 hours waiting to die that night. To make matters worse, I befriended a girl who I found out long into our friendship was a wicken. After I told her this story, She said, ” Don’t be afraid. I have seen that spirit in your house. She only wants to help you.” I must admit I felt better after that, but still….. mother of god.

- Posted by Kraillin; Reddit


The Boy In The Basement

January 17, 2012

my cousin owns a home in upstate NY, its nearly 200 years old. The first night that I am there I wake up in the the middle of the night to take a piss (I am about 11 or 12 at the time). I open the bathroom door and standing right in the middle of the bathroom looking at me, like, “hey, I’m in here”. He was a little boy of about 6-8 in 1920s or 30s attire! I freaked screamed and slammed the door, opened it and he was gone. My scream was enough to wake up everyone in the house. I was told that it was nothing and to go back to sleep. It wasnt for another several years that my cousin told me that there was a small boy that died their around the depression, he had fallen down the bumb waiter that lead from that bathroom to the washroom in the basement!! I still remember the kids face vividly (I’m 23 now). and it still gives me goosebumps when I give it any serious thought….

- Posted by abeuntstudiainmores ; Reddit


“Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.”

January 17, 2012

My family owns a house on Cape Cod. The previous owner was a white supremacist with an autistic son named Jimmy. Jimmy was known for putting on a trench coat and fedora, climbing trees, and shooting cats and dogs with a BB gun. When my parents moved into the house, they found a bunch of Nazi paraphernalia in a bedroom. They put it in the shed, told the former owner they had a week to get rid of it, and then threw it out.

Of course, at the age of seven, I didn’t know any of this. That’s when I was “visited” five nights in a row by a figure in a trench coat and fedora. He didn’t have any detail; he looked like a silhouette, like he was being powerfully backlit but with no light source. He would stand in the corner of the room, or sit there crouched, or sit on the bed opposite mine (my brother’s bed, but he was at summer camp at the time). One time, he sat in a rocking chair, and when I looked later, he was gone but the chair was still rocking.

After a few nights of this, I told my parents about it. My mom called it a nightmare, but my dad was intrigued. He told me to tell the figure, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.”

So the next night, when the figure appeared again in the corner of the room, I said, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.” And Jimmy walked right over to me, put his face an inch away from mine, and then disappeared. I never saw him again.

Years later, I found out about the history of the house. I’ve often wondered if I had heard it before, and somehow suppressed it and then imagined my encounters with Jimmy. But he was and remains entirely vivid to me.

- Posted by samreich ; Reddit


Billowing Curtains

January 8, 2012

My second story for this post. This happened around 2000-2001. Me, my two bro-in-laws, and my father-in-law (a pastor – I mention this for a reason), all went hunting near Jacksboro in North Texas. My FIL’s mother lived near the area so we spent the night there.

Nothing too outstanding about the house. It was a double-wide that was being remodeled on one end, and she was the only one that lived there. During the day the house didn’t bother me, but at night it did. Probably because I was unfamiliar with it, and the fact that she lived out in the middle of no-where and it was pitch-black outside. Never could put my finger on anything, until this happened.

Anyway, we all settle down for the night, she in her room and we 4 in the living room in our sleeping bags. At some point in the night a breeze begins to blow through the living room. I don’t remember this, but was told this by the other 3 guys. I’m not sure if anyone thought to check a window or not. What I do remember is being nudged by one of my BIL’s, him saying something to the effect of, “Do you feel that?” I was trying to sleep and didn’t answer. I then hear him ask my other BIL the same thing and he responded with a yes.

The way that we were arranged on the floor was side by side, me and my two BILs. My FIL was laying perpendicular to us in another area. We three had our feet pointed toward a large window in the living room. If we were laying on our backs we could see the window plainly.

About the time that the 2nd BIL responded that he did feel the breeze, the curtain on the window blew into the room with a gust. I did feel that. The breeze was still blowing, but when the curtain fell back down, instead of falling flat against the window it fell into the shape of a human. Now this I did see because the gust woke me up even further than my BIL asking about the breeze.

I hear one of them ask the other, “Do you see that?” The other begins to say something like, “Yeah. Where’s my gun?”

I’m all holed up in my sleeping bag, wondering what I should do. About the time that he’s saying that, my FIL sits up from where he’s at, points at the figure behind the curtain and shouts, “I rebuke you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ!” The breeze immediately stopped and the curtain fell flat against the window. He laid back down and I guess fell asleep. My two BILs and I didn’t get a wink of sleep the rest of the night.

The next morning my FIL mentions what happened to his mother. Her response? That she had problems like that before and wasn’t too surprised. She believed that the place was haunted by a demon, but that she didn’t care because it never bothered her directly before.

We had our hunt that morning and took our bags with us. Didn’t stop back by and went directly home. I never went back again, and neither did my BILs. My FIL did, but it was only during the day and he never stayed over night again. She sold the place within the next year, but never gave a reason as to why.

- Posted by Calvus; Reddit


The Black Cat

January 8, 2012

This happened about 4 years ago. Me, my wife, and two children were going from point A to point B and spent the night in between at a friend’s house. We got there really late so they left the door unlocked and had gone to bed. I locked the front door and we went to their guest room, locked the bedroom door, settled down, and fell asleep.

Let me describe the room. Small, maybe 11×11, bed in the corner, and a heavy drapery over the window. I turned off the light and it was absolutely pitch black, which is how we liked it. We made my girl a pallet to sleep on against the far wall; my infant boy slept with us in the bed.

Not long after falling asleep I wake up to my wife’s blood-curdling scream. As my eyes open I see something move from her side of the bed (the side not against the wall) toward the door. Keep in mind it was pitch black, but I saw something. I roll over the top of her, start moving toward the movement, and start swinging. I feel something in front of me bear hug me and I can’t swing.

By this time the kids are screaming, I’m yelling at something to get out, and I hear my wife scream to turn on the light. Immediately I’m released and I start fumbling toward the light and turn it on. When I finally get the light on the room is a wreck. My wife has scratches all over her face, chest, and shoulders, a bloody nose and lip. My 4 yr old daughter is in the corner far from where she was supposed to be at, hiding under her blanket. My son was on the floor next to the bed with scratches on his body. There was a small sewing table that had been knocked over just inches from his head. Me? I had scratches from head to toe, bruises all over my chest, and what looked like a golf ball-sized raspberry on the top of my foot.

There was no one else in the room and the bedroom door was still locked. I run to the front door and it’s still locked. Looked outside and there’s nothing to be seen (they lived in the middle of flat, open land with no trees). I’m really freaked at this point and run back to the room thinking that someone is still in the house. I then called my friend’s cell phone and they walk down to the guest room not knowing what had just happened. Their response was something close to, “Did y’all get in a fight?” They had heard the commotion, but thought it was us just being loud when we got there.

My wife explained that she felt something crawl up on the bed at her feet. When she sat up she was knocked back flat by a big black cat (like a panther). It was nose to nose with her, smothering her, and using its claws to rip at her clothes.

Our friends made fun of us for sleep-fighting, but that’s not what this was, at least to us. It took us a few years to sleep in anything other than a dimly lit room. We also sleep with the door open. I guess because we don’t feel trapped.

The scratches on her body healed at a normal rate, but the scratches that I received did not. It took a solid month for those to go away. The “raspberry” on the top of my foot started to fester, grow larger (no matter what we did to medicate) and took 3 months to heal. I have a nice sized scar today.

A lot of people that we’ve told this to think we fought each other in our sleep, which would make sense. But there are just as many that say they experienced something similar, if not exactly what we did (as far as the fight details are concerned). I don’t think we fought each other. I know I saw something, felt something, fought something, etc…

- Posted by Calvus; Reddit


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