you brought your kitty with you.

I had a patient who was CMO and quite obviously very close to dying. The week before, my best buddy-cat Pippin had died (and I was pretty broken up about it, still). That being said… I walked into her room, and she said, “Oh, you brought your kitty with you!” I blink at her and say, “What?” Mind you, this was the first time I’d had that patient and I hadn’t discussed my cat with her, having cats or even liking them. Her reply, “Your kitty. It’s right by your foot.” I get that frisson, that momentary shiver in my soul and ask, just for kicks, “Yeah? What color’s the kitty?” She says, “Black with some white.”

Pippin was a black tuxedo cat with white paws and a white bib. And the patient died that night.

• posted by MiddleEarthGardens; reddit

the billionaire’s ghost

I used to babysit at this really nice house that was about a 30 minute drive from the nearest town. About 15 of those miles were on random gravel roads, so it was pretty isolated. A well-known billionaire in the community built the house when he started making his money. He was a really tough guy who basically put his business before his wife and family. Later on in life as his health was declining, he began to regret that. It was too late though, as he had burned bridges with most of his children. (I only know this because my dad employed his mentally challenged daughter, and had became close with his wife.)

Anyway, he died and I shit you not, he was haunting the house he built. I was at this house at least a couple times a week, and really freaky stuff started happening as soon as he died.

The dog, who was normally a pretty chill, refused to come inside for weeks and would just run around the house in a panic. He’d stand outside the window of an empty room and just bark and growl like crazy.

The 2yo started saying that he was scared all the time, and would get up in the middle of the night to check on his baby brother. He had never done that before.

There were two things that really scared me though. It was really late, probably 2am and the phone started ringing, but not in the normal way. Like it was a constant ring instead of a ring and then a pause. When I tried to answer it, there was just this clicking noise and as soon as I’d hang up they’d all start ringing again. The screen on the phone didn’t change either. It didn’t register that there was in an incoming call at all. It just kept displaying the time and number of misses calls. I had to go and manually turn the ringer volume off on each phone so it wouldn’t wake the boys up.

The second was, I heard something in the main living room and assumed that the older boy had woken up. As I was getting up to go check I heard a crash, and when I got there a tall vase holding some fake plants was on the ground and there was no one in the room. The boys were both in bed and the dog was asleep in the garage.

I know it kind of sounds ridiculous, but these things legit happened. Even if they didn’t though, the way I felt when I was in the house would have had me convinced that it was haunted. I have never felt so on edge in my life. Its like I couldn’t relax. I finally started having either my boyfriend or my (male) best friend come with me. They both felt the same way about it too.

Anyway, that’s the creepiest things that’s happened to me and why I totally believe in ghosts now.

– posted by mcnalister; Reddit

the messy bed

Definitely the weirdest thing was the night after my dog was put down. He wasn’t allowed on my parents bed, but sure enough when we left the room, he would jump up and mess with the covers. My dog was put down in the morning pretty suddenly so my mom didn’t get a chance to make her bed. When we got home after a bit of grieving, my mom started to do her daily chores and this included making the bed. I was in the room when she made the bed and it was perfect. We both left together and watched some TV with my dad and we were the only 3 in the house. After whatever we were watching was over, I saw my mom walk down the hallway and as soon as she saw her bed she screamed. The covers were the messiest they’ve ever been. This happened for a couple days right after and then just stopped. My family is completely convinced my dog’s ghost hung around for a few days after he died.

– posted by meoworawr; reddit

the uncle and the dog

My uncle used to kinda live with my family part-time; his own apartment was in Japan, but he’d spend practically every other month living with us in the US. He had his own bedroom at our house that he’d leave most of his stuff in so that he didn’t have to pack big suitcases every trip.

Well, he was very close with my dog and used to spend all day hanging out with her when my parents were at work and my brother and I at school. But since he routinely left for extended periods of time, my dog was used to his frequent, long absences and wouldn’t freak out if he didn’t show for a few weeks.

Unfortunately, during one visit, my uncle had a sudden heart attack in the middle of the night. He managed to wake up my parents so that they could take him to the hospital. When he got there, he underwent intense surgery that left him brain damaged and unable to leave the hospital. He was in there for over a month, but my dog was calm and clearly just thought he had gone back to Japan for a bit.

The night that he died was kind of sudden, and so it felt like any other night at first. My parents had gotten a call and left for the hospital, and I stayed at home with my friend and we played with my dog outside. Hours later, my parents called to tell me the news. My dog was in another room and the phone wasn’t even on speakerphone, but somehow she still just knew. She immediately started howling and crying, then ran down to my uncle’s room, dug through his closet, and started rubbing her face in all of his shirts while whimpering and hyperventilating. It was, simultaneously, the single most eerie and heart-wrenchingly touching thing I’ve ever experienced…

– Posted by Senor_Ita; Reddit

The night after my dad passed(Sleep apnea, he passed suddenly 2 years ago). I dreamt I was in a condo with my family, my dad was there and we approached each other. He said to me,”Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out. I’m ok.” It felt real and to this day I remember that dream like it happened yesterday. The next few days are sad and everyone is adjusting.

A week goes by when I’m sitting, drinking coffee with my step mom when she brings up that she had an odd dream about my dad the night after he passed. I don’t say anything at this point but i have a feeling about what she’s going to say. She says,”we were in a house with everyone there, when Jon(my dad) walked up to me and told me he has it all figured out, that he’s ok and to not worry.” I have chill bumps at this point and I tell her I had the same dream. Her face goes white and tells me my grandfather also had the same dream.

– Posted by axberka; Reddit

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

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

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 white coyote and the star.

Waiting for my daughters’ dance to finish down by Lake Ontario I decided to go near the water’s edge to check out the stars (I’m into amature astronomy and looking over the lake is the darkest sky in my city).

I’m looking at Orion and I notice a very bright “star” about 20 degrees up, due South. I thought it was Sirius except that night Sirius was more Southwest and about 40 degrees up in the sky. So I’m thinking to myself “What the Hell is that?” It wasn’t moving so it wasn’t the ISS, it was WAY too late to be Venus, Jupiter was high in the sky and Saturn was not in view. This thing was as bright as the ISS… really bright.

So I’m wondering what “it” is when I hear a noise closer to me and notice a pure white coyote/wolf (it was bigger than a normal “brush wolf” or coyote, but not as big as a wolf) walking along the water’s edge. It’s odd to see a coyote in the city, but not beyond expectations… it can happen. Since I was only about 20 feet from it I decided that it was better if this animal knew I was there so I made a bit of noise… no reaction, so I made louder noises… still no reaction at all. The thing didn’t even look at me.

It continues along and I notice the “star” I had been watching go bright, then suddenly fade to black. There were no clouds in the sky and I sail so I’d recognize a ship’s light. It wasn’t that.

Perplexed, I turned my attention back to the wolf… it was gone too. The time was 12:30 am

I shook my head and dismissed it all then picked up my daughter and drove home.

The next morning (Sunday) I was woken up with a phone call. It was my best friend’s dad. He was crying. My best friend lived in Norway (6 hours difference) had passed away at 6:30 am Oslo time in his sleep from a heart condition.

After I hung up, I realized that my buddy had died at the exact same time (6:30 am Oslo time equals 12:30 am Toronto time) I had seen my star/wolf weirdness… then a bigass shiver went down my spine.

It could be a really freaky coincidence, but it makes me feel good thinking my buddy was saying goodbye to me.

RIP Dave.

– Posted by olafthebent; Reddit

4:30 Rose.

Okay, mine isn’t creepy and it will be buried, but enjoy. My parents used to talk about the afterlife a lot. They once even had a convo about “if I die first, I will send you a sign so you know I’m okay.” They even agreed on the sign, and specified that said sign would have to occur at the same time everyday to confirm and rule out randomness. My dad’s sign to my mom was to be a single red rose.

So, years later my dad dies. After the wake, my mom was sitting on a bench outside, and a strong wind blew up and a rose, maybe from the cemetery across the street, rolled across the lot and stopped at her feet. It was 4:30. The next day, after the funeral, we were carrying the flower arrangements into my uncle’s house, and found a red rosé in the driveway. None of the arrangements had roses. It was 4:30. The next day, my mom goes to a bank to make a deposit, and the cashier name was Rose. She stamped the deposit slip, and it was 4:30.

Nothing happened for a few more days, but that next weekend, we went to a dance event, and some close friends of ours performed a tribute dance to my father. They presented my mother with a bouquet of flowers… All assorted, but with one single red rose. They did not know the story. The video is time stamped… Guess what time it was? 🙂

So not creepy, actually a feel good story. But I know dad is looking out for us wherever he is. And tried very hard to let us know that be was okay, and that he loved us.

EDIT: on a sidenote, sometimes my mom will still recieve a rose…like a certain picture she has of a rose (bought after the funeral/episodes as a “remembrance”) will fall of the wall for no reason. Once, she went to have a Glamour Shot taken, and the photographer handed her a rose to pose with. Or a license plate on a passing car will reference “rose” in some way. This usually also happens at 4:30. It’s been 13 years since his death, but maybe he is still sending reminders of his love. And maybe it’s just random shit. Don’t care!

– Posted by virginiaraine; Reddit