When You Watch.

When I was probably about 12, we got Turbo Twists from some friends’ parents or something, the details escape me. Somebody thought they would be “educational” instead of “below my sister and I’s education level.” We had a red one and a green one, and to the best I can remember it was the red one that went bad, but that detail escapes me also (it was dark at the time, so I wasn’t even sure which one it was until morning).

Every time you turn one of these on by turning either end, the following sound is emitted by the speaker on the left end: “Do do do DO! Hey, DUDE, is that you? Hit it and let’s go!” You practically need the user’s manual to figure out it means that the button on the right end is essentially the “swipe to unlock”, and that’s what it’s telling you to do. One of the “features” is that you can customize what name it calls you by, but only out of a limited set of options they voice acted, most of which sucked. We left it on “DUDE”. Turn it off and it plays a short slap bass riff, “dadadau, daDAU.”

One night I was almost asleep in my bed when I hear the chime. “Do do do DO!” But immediately, “badadau, daDAU.” It just turned on and shut off, all by itself, halfway across the room. And then it did it again. And again. And I don’t mean it got the same amount into the opening, or that it even paused between shutting off and turning back on consistently. For the first few minutes it was nonstop. “Hey DUDE dadadau daDAU do do do dadadau daDAU do do do DO! Hey, DUDE, is that dadadau, DADAU.” Then it started taking longer breaks in between.

I was pretty freaked out by this point, watching it as intently as I could with my agonizing lack of night vision. I rolled over onto my other side, trying to ignore it. This is where things get bad. All of a sudden it just plain stops. I don’t make the connection until I turn to look again, and it starts turning on and off again. I turn back and forth a few times to make sure, spending a lot of time on each side. And every time it fucking confirms my suspicions. It only plays when I’m watching it.

I spent the rest of the night tucked under the covers, huddled up, and facing away from the demon-possessed piece of evil, not sure if it’s silently creeping up on me somehow and too scared to look, only to hear it louder and closer to my bed like the fucking mannequins in NM2 but noisy.

In the morning I was afraid to throw it out and afraid to keep it. I wanted to believe it hadn’t really happened, so I convinced myself it hadn’t, until the next night, when it happened again. Quiet all day no matter how I try to replicate the freakiness, then come midnight it glitches again. After that I was like NOPE and took the batteries out, which seemed to work. It happened again one more time months later, took it apart in the morning and there were batteries in it.

– Posted by Rainfly_X; Reddit

The Children In The Furnace

I don’t remember this, but my mom tells the story often. When I was somewhere around 2 to 3 years old, I used to play in my basement. My mom once asked me what I did down there, and I told her I would play with the kids that lived down there. She had me show here where they lived and I pointed to a huge coal furnace that was disconnected, with attached coal bin. She realized the door to the furnace was just latched in place, and kinda freaked out, thinking that I was playing inside. She had my dad weld the door on the furnace and coal bin shut.

Apparently I came up the next day crying. My mom says that when she asked me what was wrong, I had told her that my friends won’t come out to play anymore. They’re all gone.

– Posted by HiddenKrypt; Reddit

Dreaming of a Blonde Guy With Dreads

OMG!! This just reminded me of a dream I had a while ago, I did not share the exact same dream with my sister but we both dreamt of the exact same person in it. I have totally forgotten about it until I read your post. In my dream I was sitting on some wood planks calmly floating on the ocean (it was deep blue and very vast..) I was somehow lying on the wood planks and I suddenly noticed someone was sitting next to me ( I saw his back) I slowly looked up, he had long blond hair (dreads) and was shirtless. It was not a horny dream or anyting like that I swear.. i truly felt a very strong ”friendship” kind of energy with him. I think we talked.. and a little after that he took me by the hand beneath the surface of the ocean. It was a peacefull place.. i don’t really remember the rest of it. It was the kind of dream you knew is important, you just don’t know why. Later I forgot about it, didn’t think much about it until my sister someday tells me about a weird dream with a blond haired guy in it. I asked her ”He had dreads?” .. she looks weirdly at me and says, “ugh yes..” We explained how he looked in such detail.. it was exactly the same, shirtless.. and a very very friendly feeling comming from him. The rest of her dream was not the same, she was in a scary place.. but to her, he was a friendly and comforted her. The place and context were different, but we sure are talking about the exact same person.. How weird! (I just asked her if she remembers about it right now, she still does :3 )

– Posted by nburaz; Reddit

My Mom and I both dream about the same place

My Mom and I both dream about the same place. It’s a three story white house.

We usually dream about the house on the same night, so that in the morning we have conversations like “so, the house was in the Midwest last night,” “Yeah, I know, was the laundry out on the line yet?” “No, the cloths pins were rotten…”

The first time we found out that we had been dreaming about the same house was the day my Ma came out and said “I just had the most terrifying dream ever. I was in a big, square, three story house in the woods and I was just investigating it. I think I was going to buy it. I went up to the third story and got lost and then ran into this idiot man-child.”

“Mom, was he wearing a blue work shirt and suspenders? Did he sleep on the mattress in the back room?”

“…Yes.”

“Was the third story kitchen floor rotting through?”

“…Yes.”

The conversation went on for hours as we went into minute detail. Everything, and I mean everything, matched up. We ended the conversation by each drawing a picture of the house. Identical.

So yeah. There’s that.

For me the way the house rots depends on where the house is. When it’s near the water, like in the man-child dream, it’s a soggy sort of rot. You know how, when particle-board gets wet, it gets sort of mushy? It’s like that. But if you’re there and it’s in, like, Indiana, the wood is brittle, and if it breaks you can scrape yourself.

For Mom–and I just asked her about it–she says it’s always a crumbly sort of rot. She’ll take a step on the solid-looking floor and it’ll just crumble underneath her.

That’s how detailed the dreams are.

Anyway, for some weird reason she and I both want to find the house. We both want to go in. I think, if we found it for sale, we’d try to buy it.

– Posted by Margot23; Reddit

and I was no longer seeing through my eyes.

I have two stories that are just weird as fuck. Both of them are things I just would not believe if someone else told them to me, but I can swear with every fiber of my being that they happened as I write them here.

The first happened a couple years ago. I can’t remember the occasion, but my mother and I had gone to A&W for lunch, and we were both sitting there eating our meals. We happened to be seated pretty close to the washroom doors, so I noticed everyone going in an out. First person to come out is this old man who’s kind of hobbling along. He walked past and I looked at him and went on with my meal. Not 30 seconds later, another man comes out of the bathroom, and at this point I get a little freaked out because I realize it’s the exact same person. Same limp, clothing, face, everything.

A couple minutes later, the same thing happens except it’s an old woman this time. She comes out, then 30 seconds later comes right out of the bathroom again. My mom took a look at me and said “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I just kind of stammered a bit then wrote it off as me being crazy.

The next story is more weird, in my opinion, and is the single strangest occurrence of my life. This happened when I was about 9 years old, but I can still remember it… vividly.

We were visiting family in Nevada with my dad, and they lived out in a very dry area in a fairly good sized trailer. A couple days in, I was playing outside with my cousin, pretty much just messing around in the dirt. At some point, I look up. Right next to the house is a… field I guess? Surrounded by wire fence, probably originally for livestock. But anyway, there’s this guy standing there. This is a good 300 or more feet away, so I cannot see him clearly at all.

Queue the weird.

As soon as I look at this guy, I have what I can only describe as an out of body experience. My body pretty much just went into lockdown, and I was no longer seeing through my eyes. And I wasn’t just floating there or anything… I was in that man’s body. Through his eyes I could see two little shapes playing across the field, but I could just FEEL that he saw the shapes as animals.

And then I realized he was holding a fucking shotgun.

After that I regained my body and blurted out “we have to go indoors,” offering no explanation to my cousin, who thought I was nuts.

I didn’t tell anyone because I just didn’t know how to express it to other people back then. I’ve only since told my brothers but I don’t think they believed me. Still freaks me out when I think about it today because it’s the only time I’ve ever lost control of my body. It was almost like a dream but the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion.

– Posted by Valokai; Reddit

Aunt Birdie

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

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.

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

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.”

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