Archive for May, 2011


The ouija board started spelling out the boyfriends first and last name

May 31, 2011

About a year ago exactly I had a small get together with some friends. We were all drinking and I burst out with the board. It glows in the dark too. We were all laughing and having fun with it. But after 30 minutes it started to get weird…

My friend had an ex boyfriend that recently passed away (about 4 months). None of my other friends really knew their story or things they had known with just each other including me. We basically knew nothing except his first name. She wasn’t playing because she was scared and just sat on the couch. She HATES anything “scary”. The ouija board started spelling out the boyfriends first and last name, nicknames they called each other, telling her not to be sad but be happy. We were all crying and sad at the end of the night. It was insane even for me…it takes a lot to get me scared with this kind of stuff.

– Posted by msmisfit138 ; Reddit


Prove It.

May 31, 2011

Well I should give you some background information. It was 2004 my friends and I are in 11th grade and to say the least.. we were complete dumb asses, theres 4 of us A,D,M and me.

One day at lunch we are talking about random stupid scary shit / scary stories. So i tell the story of how my mom and her friend used a Ouija-board and how she can’t talk about her experience because of how crazy it was. All she ever told me was to 1. Don’t ever fucking touch one. 2. If you are retarded and don’t listen to me don’t ever bring one into this house or you’ll open a portal to the dead or the underworld or whatever she said I forget the exact words. Well of course we all call bullshit and go buy one.

We waited about 2 weeks to mess with it because A’s parents were leaving for the weekend. It was probably around 9 maybe 9:30 p.m on Friday we lock the doors and turn off all the lights and go upstairs to A’s room. We lite 4 candles and open that bitch up and start messing around. Since it is A’s house we let him do the controlling; however, we all come up with questions to ask. First A asked “is anyone or anything here” it spells out “yes”. I thought it was A was fucking around but fuck it I’ll go along and ask a question, I asked “how old are you?” it responds with “16 17 17 17” our ages. A goes again and asked “are you a guy or a girl” no response he then asked “what’s your name” no response. D asked “are you still here?” it responds and says “yes”.

That’s when I heard the first noise, it sounded like a door opened and closed but it wasn’t loud at all. No one said anything so I figured I was paranoid and D asked another question “are you female or male” it replied with “neither”. Well that was trippy and A is a douche so still figure he’s messing around. I ask “evil or peaceful” it spells out “demonic” now we are scared well everyone but M he’s been pretty calm this whole time. M asked “prove it” one candle is blown out.

I’m pretty fucking over it and scared shitless everyone is saying “wtf, o shit” “lets get the fuck out of here”. M goes on a rampage and starts saying “pussie, real demonic you pussie” now we all heard noises from the hall just loud bangs like someone was stomping on the floor and hitting the walls. This can’t be real but how are we all hearing the same shit?? A goes for the light it doesn’t come on.. This whole time M is still talking shit “I knew you it was you A you and that demon are both pussies” etc. D stands up and in the most evil demonic voice nothing like I have ever heard and says “you want demonic?” “I’ll show you demonic” but he doesn’t do shit he is just standing there in a trance or something.

We all kind of spread of out and form a triangle around him. I’d say a minute maybe a little less he turns and stares at M for probably 15seconds starts screaming, (but it wasn’t a scream I really can’t describe it) and begins attacking M with his nails and starts biting him around his chest and neck. I try to move and help him but I’m honestly frozen. A is freaking the fuckout and kicks D in the face and continues to kick him now D attacks A. I’m moving now I’m flicking the light over and over it won’t turn on the door won’t open. I saw a lamp on A’s desk turned it on to find a weapon. D stops instantly walks out and goes somewhere, I’m not sure where. I go to do M he’s pretty fucked up a chunk of his cheek was gone and was bleeding a lot from his neck. A isn’t that bad he fought him off well he had a lot of scratches but not many bite marks.

We call 911 didn’t explain the situation just told them to hurry the fuck up. At this point we are locked in the bathroom waiting for police. We hear footsteps all over the house along with some growling noises, I couldn’t tell if I was A’s dog or D looking for us. The police show up and enter through the locked front door – I guess D left through that door. They search the house top to bottom D isn’t anywhere. M goes to the hospital A comes to my house to sleepover until his parents return. So M’s parents go to the hospital and stay over night with him. He’s allowed to go home the next day. M returns home and finds D dead in his bathroom in the tub, he set him self on fire believe it or not. There was no suicide note. I’m not sure if it D was depressed/psycho scarring us for life and offing himself(He was never showed any signs..but some don’t) or if D was truely possessed. A moved 2-3 months later because of steps/loudnoises/growing and other unexplainable shit, he moved about an hour away. M hasn’t and will never be the same. He is a heavy drinker and pill popper. This all happened within 15 minutes we were all 100% sober. I’m not in contact with either M or A. My advice to you – don’t fuck with these things. I’ll never forget that Friday night and the call I got from M the next morning.

– Posted by throwaway3000z; Nosleep


he was back where we originally started.

May 31, 2011

When I was 21, I was on vacation with a then-boyfriend and his family. We were staying in a rented house and he and I had the basement. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a small child wearing blue pants, a red shirt and a baseball cap — I couldn’t see his face. It wasn’t that his face wasn’t there, it was more like it was in complete shadow. There was some exercise equipment in the basement, including a rowing machine and an exercise ball. The child started walking around the rowing machine toward the exercise ball resting near the back of the machine.

Thinking it was my boyfriend’s little cousin, I woke up him up to bring the kid back to his parents’ room. But he didn’t see anything and told me to go back to sleep. When I looked back toward where I saw the figure, he was back where we originally started. The child — with the same, shadowy face — again started walking around the rowing machine in the exact same pattern he did the first time.

Now I was flipping out. My first instinct was to turn on the TV to get some light in there — we were on an air mattress, so no table lamp or wall switch was nearby. I’d fallen asleep to a VHS movie, so when I turned on the TV, it was all static. “Poltergeist”-style. Of course, that scared me even more. But when I looked back, the kid was gone.

To this day, I have no idea what it was I saw. Was I in some gray space between waking and dreaming? Maybe. Was I totally imagining things? Possibly. But I like to think it was a ghost.

– Posted by Erin Scottberg; Lemondrop


the sound of someone swishing around in the bathtub

May 31, 2011

I was vacationing with my family in the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee when I was about 15. My parents had rented a beautiful cabin for a few nights. My sister (who was 14) and I got the bedroom in the basement which had an adjoining bathroom while my brother slept on a couch upstairs and my parents had the bedroom upstairs.

The first night my sister and I were awakened by the sound of someone walking downstairs and turning on the TV in the room next to our bedroom and going back upstairs. Not a big deal we thought, our brother had probably wandered down, stayed for a bit and gone back upstairs to sleep.

The second night, we were once again awakened by the sound of someone walking downstairs. This time, however, they opened our bedroom door (although we didn’t see anyone) and walked back upstairs – way creepier than the first night, but still not a BIG deal.

The third night however, we lost it. The footsteps came downstairs again. Then nothing. Then footsteps in OUR BATHROOM. Then the sound of someone swishing around in the bathtub full of water as if enjoying a lovely soak. At this point we are holding our breaths hoping the sounds weren’t real. The final straw was the sound of whoever – or whatever – standing up out of their bath and the wet foot hitting the tile floor.

We couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough. We spend the rest of the night/day trying to investigate the source of the sounds with no luch. I have NEVER been so terrified in my life. That was 8 years ago and I still get chills just telling the story. I wish my sister could argue with me and tell me I had been making this up. NOPE.

– Posted by Ginger; Lemondrop


I had a Ouija board that wouldn’t go away.

May 31, 2011

Most insane?

I had a Ouija board that wouldn’t go away.

When I first got it, it was kind of fun to screw around with. Fast forward a few months, having it over for parties etc. and there were some pretty weird nights.

Decide after a few extra weird nights to just be rid of it.

Give it to a friend who’s going to school in Alabama that I know I’ll never talk to again.

A month later at a random house party I would normally skip, I run into her and she happened to bring the Ouija board with her.

It some how finds its way into the trunk of my car that night, and I end up taking it home.

3 months later I give it to someone else, this time someone on the west coast. 6 months later she’s back in town, and the board ends up at my place somehow. I have nothing to do with it.

Finally meet some exchange students from Austria. I convince them to take it with them as a funny American remembrance. This was my senior year of college at this point.

I graduate, they go back to Europe and take the board with them. All is well and I know I’ll never see it again.

The next year I go to Madison for their state street Halloween party. Drop in on some friends who are still in school. Start walking in the back door and I see the two exchange students from Austria. They’re back. And at this one particular party.

I made everyone with me leave and we went to the other side of town again. (they knew about the board and wanted to see if they’d brought it with them.) I suppose it’s not as unlikely as I think it is, but I didn’t want to get it back again. I’m still assuming some day that thing is going to show up on my doorstep.

– Posted by alcimedes; Reddit


“There appears to be blood on the floor in the bathroom.”

May 31, 2011

I’ve been working for this hotel for a few years now. This story happened when I had only been here for two months.

Imagine any hotel at any exit from any major highway. That’s pretty much where I work. Nothing fancy, but certainly not a no-tell motel. I started in September, and by November I thought I knew everything there was to know about this place. Every room, every closet, all of the weekly guests… Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. That is, until November 16th. I checked in a regular, someone who stays with us three nights a week, every week, and everything went fine with check-in. As soon as the guest got to their room, he called back down, “Hi, this is Mr.Brown, room 1204, you just checked me in… Yes… There appears to be blood on the floor in the bathroom…” Of course, this is odd because our maids are very good, and thorough. I apologized to him, and told him I’d be right up to help him move his luggage to a new room. After he was settled, I went to inspect the “blood” on the bathroom floor. It was spotless. Absolutely clean. I checked the room top to bottom, nothing. I just shrugged it off, and went back to work.

The next night, November 17th, I had a woman come in very late, looking very tired. I checked her in to 1204. She took her keys and hurried up to the room. I immediately got a call from her, “Hi, this is Ms. Smith, this room is ice cold! This won’t do at all, why would you give someone a room where the heater doesn’t work?!” I apologized to her, and went up there to see if I could fix the heater. As soon as I entered the room, the heater kicked on and she seemed happy so I left. No sooner do I get to the desk and she’s calling me, more upset and even more frantic, “There is blood in the bathroom! It’s all over the floor and the bathtub, is this some kind of sick joke?!” Again, I apologized profusely, and escorted her and her bags to a new room. When I went back to check the bathroom, it was clean. Spotless. So now I’m a little freaked out. Two nights in a row? I figured maybe she was just tired, imagining things, and left a note for the housekeepers to clean the bathroom really well the next morning.

The following night, November 18th, we were sold out, save for one room. I had purposely tried not to check anyone into it, because of the previous two nights. Right about midnight, as I’m closing my shift, a man comes in to the lobby. He explains that the other two hotels next to us are already sold out, and just begging that I might have a room left. I felt bad for him, so I told myself that I was being irrational not selling our last room, and I checked him in. He thanks me and heads up. A few moments later he walks back into the lobby, looking so pale I could swear his skin was a green color and his eyes were wide. He just drops his room key on the desk, and walks out. Doesn’t look at me, doesn’t turn his head, just walks out. I ran out into the parking lot, trying to find out what had happened. All he mumbled to me as he was getting into his car was, “the room was so cold.. colder than it is outside… the bathroom is covered in blood.. the floor, the bathtub.. the mirror.. it’s everywhere..” I have never seen someone peel out of a parking lot as fast as he did. I immediately went up to the room, I figured this time for sure something would be there. Nothing. It was spotless, the temperature was fine, the bathroom was clean and smelled of bleach and Lysol from the extra cleaning the crew had done that morning. Now I’m really scared, so I called my manager to try and figure out WHAT on earth was going on. Here’s the story she told me:

Shortly after the hotel was built in the 1980’s, a man checked in for 3 nights, November 16th, 17th, and 18th. After he checked in, no one heard from him the rest of the stay. The day he was due to check out, a maid tried to enter his room. Instantly she was hit with a blast of freezing cold air. As she opened the door she saw a chair blocking her path. On the chair was a note, it read something like, “Please turn around. Go downstairs and call the police. You do not want to see what is in this room. -M.K.” So the maid, obviously freaked out, gets the manager and calls the police. What they found in the room was horrific. Apparently, the man had tried to overdose on pills, and hadn’t quite taken enough to kill himself, but enough that he was vomiting, in a lot of pain, and evidently had “other” bodily functions as a result of the overdose. Determined to end it that night, he had written the note for the maid, put it by the door, then gone into the bathroom, and slit his wrists. He had done a poor job of that, as well, and by the time he died he had sprayed blood on the mirror, the bathtub, the floor, the walls… Everywhere. And his body and the room had sat like this for 3 days. The other odd thing that was noted was that his air conditioner had been turned on full blast… In the middle of November. This was odd but was first chalked up to the man not being right after consuming the pills. It was later pieced together who the man was. He was a local business man whose family had recently died. The week before, as he was leaving for work very early in the morning, he noticed his house was a little chilly, and had turned up the heat so that when his wife and young son woke up, it would be warmer. Unfortunately, there was something flammable too close to the radiator in the bedroom, and the house caught fire. His wife and son were burned to death.

According to my manager, every year on Nov. 16th, 17th, and 18th, the same thing happens. Guests… see things… in the room.

Sorry if that was long winded, but I thought you all might enjoy the story.

– Posted by tree_of_life ; Nosleep


I’d never told him about this thing in the closet.

May 31, 2011

When I was 19 I had a full size bed and two pillows. My closet had those accordian-style doors on them. I always made sure they were closed before I went to sleep at night. One night I woke up when I heard a noise. I was on the side of the bed closest to the wall, facing the wall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the closet doors were open. I started to sit up when I felt the covers pull tight from behind me, like someone or someTHING was climbing onto the covers. I knew whatever it was had just come from within my closet. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that as long as you don’t SEE the undead beast with maggots dripping from it’s eye sockets, it won’t eat you. So I put my head back on the pillow and just said, “Goodnight”, closed my eyes tightly, and willed myself back to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning, my closet doors were closed, but there was the impression on the bed and the pillow next to me that looked like someone had been laying there. This went on every night for about a year.

Then one night a friend of mine stayed the night. I’d never told him about this thing in the closet. He slept on the floor next to the bed that night. But he used the pillow from the side of the bed that the thing from the closet always used. It’s important here to note that my friend has a history of sleepwalking.

About 01:30 I woke up and saw the silhouette of my friend standing at the foot of my bed. I groggily told him to lay back down and go to sleep. Then I noticed the closet doors were open. And my friend was still asleep laying on the floor next to the bed. Apparently the thing from the closet really enjoyed sleeping on that pillow. I apologized and told it that my friend was using it tonight and there was nothing that could be done. The silhouette slowly faded away into nothing and I layed back down and went to sleep. In the morning the closet doors were closed again.

I told my friend what happened the next morning and he freaked. From then on whenever he came over he brought his own pillow. But the closet doors never opened again at night.

– Posted by cHAosjiHAd ; Nosleep