When I was in fifth grade, I was walking to the bus and it was just breaking dawn, I had to walk about a half mile down a back road with woods lining either side. About half way down I was surrounded by about eight or nine dogs, not wolves, but like actual different breeds of domestic dogs. They didn't make a noise but they blocked my path in a half circle. I was terrified and ran back home and when I looked back they were gone. When I think back on it, I hope maybe they were protecting me from an unknown danger down the road that morning.
We had a "computer room" in our house that was at the end of a hallway. So I went down the hall to use the bathroom and I could see the glow from the computer screen dimly lighting up the room. Then it looked like someone walked in front of it and cast a shadow on the wall. I jumped and then started laughing, "Jeez, you scared me". I look in and there's no one in the room. I booked it out of there and avoided that bathroom for weeks.
When I was a baby, we lived in a big old manor with my grandparents. One day, my dad woke up in the middle of the night to see what looked like a ghost of my mom on top of the bed screaming and trying to get into my mom's sleeping body. It freaked him out so much that he refused to ever go back to the house and we moved out.
When I was about 6, we had moved out and had our own apartment. One morning just after we woke up, my mom went to make a warm cup of milk for both of us. It was winter, and the lights were off in the room but were on in the corridor. I can remember vividly seeing the dust come together and a ghost in the form of my mom but dressed like she was from the 1800's came together and walked out of the room following after my mum and not acknowledging me in any way. It was the most surreal thing that I've ever seen and I still vividly remember it.
I was invited to a sleepover at my friend's house when I was 9 or 10. It was in a crummy part of town, and I was already apprehensive about the whole thing.
Turns out my friend planned for us to sleep in tents outside in the back yard. We go to sleep and I unexpectedly wake up in the middle of the night. All my friends are gone from the tent. Freezing cold and absolutely terrified, I look around the yard and eventually enter the house. None of the doors are locked and for the life of me I can't find a living soul. I'm practically all alone, scared, in my pajamas. I find a phone and call my mom. About 15 minutes later she picks me up and takes me home. Later, I found out that my friends had moved to a different tent in the yard without telling me. In my panic during the night, I thought they had all disappeared.
My roommate and I lived in a 100 year old farmhouse. Many strange things happened there, but there is one story I tell the most. One day, we were watching TV in the living room on the main floor and suddenly we heard a loud crash glass breaking and felt the floor shake in the ceiling above us. We both ran upstairs and could not find one thing out of place.
Visiting my grandparents house in Japan, I went to use the bathroom, but it was locked. We open it up and no one's inside.
My aunty grew up in that house. She woke up one night with a boy standing over her, looking at her. She also couldn't move, so it could've been sleep paralysis, but when she woke up, her heavy bed was moved to a different part of the room.
In like 2007 I was watching the Salad Fingers videos in the evening, and I swear that I saw a figure dressed all in white walk past the computer room door (in my peripheral vision).
My mother believes the ghost of her late first-fiancee followed her around until about 2009, so I think it was him.
I'm home alone one day. It wasn't dark or spooky or raining or anything. It was the middle of the day and I had just gotten home from work.
Now, I poop with the door open when I'm home alone since why not? I'm doing my business when I hear my laundry room door open and slam closed. Odd, it's only 2 PM and my parents don't get home from work until at least 4. My sister was at school but maybe she left early. I yell "Hello" and reach over and close the door so that whoever is home doesn't have to see me pooping. I hear some footsteps walk into the living room then just stop. I yell again but no response. My dad listens to audio books a lot on his phone so I figured he walked in with earbuds in and didn't hear me. I finish my business up and walk out to see who was home and no one was there. I kept yelling around the house but there was no answer. I walked outside and it was just my car in the driveway.
I started to panic a little bit since my laundry room door is quite heavy and is very loud when it closes, so there was no way I misheard something. I searched the whole house, looked outside on the patio, side yards. Nothing. No one was there. I then got this huge feeling of fear and bolted back inside and just sat on the living room couch waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. No noises, no sounds, no doors opening. Nothing. I eventually got up and went back to my room and never heard anything again.
When I was about 12 our family moved into a new house. It was in our same village but down a different lane. Part of it used to be a bungalow so my room and my sister's room were on the ground floor, down a long hallway. All of the ground floor had walnut flooring and there was a Persian rug outside the door to my room to avoid cold toes in the morning.
Every night, around 11 or so, I would hear footsteps walking at a fairly slow pace right down the hall, from the end guest suite up past our rooms and away down the hall to the living room.
I was always in bed when I heard them, and so was everyone else. You know how you can tell who a family member is by the way the walk up the stairs, or open a specific door? I knew it wasn't anyone in my family. Plus, it was the sound of outdoor shoes clacking on the wood and everyone in my family wore slippers inside the house.
I would hear the footsteps start, fairly loud on the wooden floor, way down the hall, come up past my sister's room and then there would be a pause - while whatever it was walked over the rug. You could hear the gap in the footsteps, about 3 seconds, then they would start again on the other side of the rug and fade out as they walked down the hall away to the living room.
Then they would come back - same footsteps, break across the rug, resumed on the other side.
I don't remember ever feeling scared, but I never ever went out to see what it was. I would fall asleep to the sound, it would go on for a really long time.
It stopped about 3 or 4 weeks after we moved in and I never heard it again. I didn't really think about it much after it stopped, but I've never forgotten it and as an adult it makes me shiver to remember it.
When I was in high school, my uncle would throw me a couple bucks to help babysit his kids with my aunt. They lived in a two story house by the water, nice area. The kids were about 3 and 6, respectively.
One day, I was sitting in their den on my phone when I started to hear a baby crying. Thinking it was the three year old, I headed to the bottom of the stairs to check and see if my aunt was up there dealing with it. I called for her a couple times with no response. The baby kept crying. I called for her one more time, and when I got no response I started walking up the stairs. Then I heard my cousins and aunt playing outside.
All the hairs on my body stood up and I literally felt a chill run down my spine. I quietly turned around, walked down the stairs, got in my car and drove away. The 'baby' was still crying when I closed the door behind me.
A few years later I was at a family party and told my uncle the story. He told me that he and his wife used to hear the baby too, and apparently the previous owners had a kid die of SIDS in that room upstairs. He's uber Catholic and had a mass said for the baby. He said after that it never happened again. Still gives me the willies when I talk about it though.
Growing up, our house was VERY haunted. I still get creeps sometimes when I go home to visit.
A few years before I was born, my great-grandmother died in what would become my bedroom, and my parents and I both remember walking into that room and very clearly smelling rose-scented perfume, like somebody had dumped a bottle of it on the carpet. According to my parents it was the same kind she wore almost daily up until she died.
I've seen apparitions in that house as a child/teenager; my grandfather (mom's side) died when my mom was 3, but I remember being in the kitchen one day and seeing a man in a brown suit with a skinny black tie stand in the entryway and look at me, then vanish. I recognized him immediately from family photos, it was my grandfather. I've felt cold spots, been touched by invisible hands, heard footsteps when I was home alone, and even had drawers/cupboards open spontaneously in front of me. Nothing was every "scary" per se, but a lot happened that was certainly unnerving.
I was 11 and fell asleep watching Star Trek next generations. About 1AM, I feel a weight on the end of my bed as if someone is sitting on it. It's my nanny who's been dead for about three years.
"You're gonna hear and see something in the next few minutes. It's going to scare you but you'll be ok..." she says while patting my leg.
"But I need to pee" "Okay but don't be scared..."
I fumble my way out into the landing. The window of the front door gets smashed in by a small hand hatchet.
An arm starts coming through the door trying to open the old twisty lock on the door frame. Thanks to the wire that was in the glass, the window doesn't fully smash but the guy is still trying to get in. He keeps attacking the glass with the hatchet and kicking the door.
Next thing I hear is my mom screeching at him from the top window. Asking him what he's doing.
He's here to get her son who's just slashed his tires. She doesn't have a son. He calls her a liar. She says come in and I'll show you. That's whay he's trying to do he replies.
More curses are exchanged before he decides to smash up the front windows before leaving.
Police arrive 4 hours later and can't get DNA.
Turns out he attacked our house due to my next door neighbour ducking into garden when he was being chased. Our tree made it look like he'd run into our house.
Mom was more freaked out by the fact I'd seen and spoken to my nanny than by the axe wielding guy trying to gain entry into our house.
Last year I was staying in a hotel with my mom. One of the nights as I was laying in bed I noticed a human silhouette maybe two metres away from me. I figured it was just a shadow so I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I turned the light on and obviously it disappeared, but when I shut off the lights again it came back. I tried to convince myself that it was just a shadow, but trust me when I say there was NOTHING in that room that could've made a shadow like that. I looked around the room several times. It also occurred to me that the shadow weren't there the previous nights, and nothing had been moved around. It looked JUST like a human silhouette. I never believed in ghosts, but right then and there I was terrified. I was too scared to look at it so i turned around and eventually fell asleep.
I told my mom about it the next morning and she just shrugged it off, she said I was just imagining things. Fair enough. That shadow weren't there the next night. Or the next.
A few days after we had gotten back home my mom was doing something in the kitchen and I was just sitting there studying. Without turning around my mom said "Do you remember that shadow of a person you saw at the hotel?" I said yeah. My mom just said "I saw it too." My blood turned to ice.
Mom didn't wanna admit that she also saw it (I thought that she was sleeping) because she didn't wanna freak me out. I'm convinced that if ghosts exist, I saw one that night. My mom thinks it was the ghost of her best friend. Mom had spent hours earlier that evening writing her a long letter for some kind of closure. Maybe her best friend also wanted to say goodbye.
My brother was helping me across the country. We borrowed a van and loaded everything up for the last trip. Just before we left I checked my watch and called my girlfriend that we would be hitting the road soon.
We set out but couldn't do more than 80 km/h because of the load. When we took the offramp of my new city my brother told me he couldn't remember the trip, when I thought about it, neither could I. We both thought we where tired and thought nothing of it. However when we arrived at my new house my girlfriend asked if I broke the speed limit because we where almost an hour early. When retracing the route, my brother and I both agreed that we can remember passing a certain gas station and nothing thereafter, until the offramp.
To this day we have no clue what happened during that hour we're missing or how we could have traveled that fast. Not with any car or van at least.
Since then we have never experienced any weirdness like it or otherwise. I don't have any weird memories or dreams, no piece(s) of metal lodged under my skin, etc. Just an hour I lost.
My office building has card scanners that go off in the middle of the night on their own with people who used to work there but passed away. There is no way in the software to manually scan someone in.
My family moved to this standard upscale suburban home after roughing it for a couple of years to save up. We also got a deal on the home because it was a model home before it was ours, like had all the fake furniture to show off the neighborhood homes. Anyways, it had this loft area with two stairwells that go up to it, one in the front and one in the back. You could pretty much hear everything from this loft since it was so open.
One day, my two best friends (guy and a girl) are hanging out in the loft. We were in high school and they were horny and always all over each other, whether I was in the room or not. We were watching TV and I get up to take a piss. When I left, they were all up on each other. When I came back, they were on different ends of the couch. I just had they had gotten into a fight, so I asked what was up.
"Your little sister is home," the dude says. My face turned sheet white. "What's wrong," the girl asked.
I asked them what made them think that. They said they heard her. I am sort of freaking out at this point. "No one's here," I say. We check the house, and I'm right.
Well, it turns out that before it was a model home, a family lived there and a little girl had been playing in the loft but had climbed on the railing and fell to her death below. My two best friends swear (to this day) that they heard what they thought was my sister laugh and run up the stairs, hitting her hands on each step like she was running up on all 4's.
Several years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night because my cat was growling at something outside the window. She was all puffed up, and in a very aggressive posture. I try to calm her down, but she is ignoring me and not responding when I pet her. At the time my bedroom was on the 2nd story and missing the screen. Since my cat is not giving up, I turn the light on in my room and push the curtain aside. As I do, I see a woman with long silver hair crawl up my window. She starts screaming and then she vanishes. My cat stops growling and quickly calms down (though is she still agitated).
Found out a few hours later my great grandma passed in the middle of the night. In the day light, I can see there are smudges on the window
A friend of mine took a picture of her new shoes in the passenger side of her boyfriend's car to send to her some of her friends. When she looked at the picture, in the corner, she saw a hand, but there was no hand down there in real life. Also, from personal experience, and from multiple reports from everyone who rode in that car, swore that it was haunted; whether it be just feeling a presence like I did, or some people actually felt something touching the back of their ankle or their back through the fabric of the seat. However, most of the "haunting" came from the passenger seat.
There was a door on the side of the house that led from the deck in to the kitchen. A couple of times per day it would suddenly sound like someone kicked the door as hard as possible. BOOM and the door would rattle. No one was kicking the door.
One time a friend was at my house. We were in my room, which was right off the entry way. We heard the front door open, saw someone walk in and go down the stairs to the tenants apartment. Both of us saw this. I noticed the tenants car wasn't in the driveway so we went down stairs to check it out. No one was in the house but us. All doors locked.
Creepiest was easily the night I was on the phone with my girlfriend while home alone. I was sitting in the family room. Upstairs was a loft that opened to the main area of the house where I was sitting. Again, I was home alone. As I'm talking to my girlfriend I hear footsteps up on the loft. I turn and look. They stopped. I turn back around and they started again. Did this for a few minutes and I decided to go to my girlfriends house.
My grandmothe,r who died before either my sister or I were born, was a huge Scrabble player and actually won a Regional Scrabble Championship for the Midwest United States. When my sister was very young, my parents got out my Grandma's old Scrabble set to show her how to play, even though she was too young to spell anything over 3 or 4 letters. The game Scrabble starts by each player pulling 7 tiles from the bag. My sister, who I will remind you was very young at the time, pulls out 7 tiles and says "what does E-I-L-O-A-R-S spell"? My parents look at the letters and realize that my sister Rosalie, who was named after my Grandma Rosalie, pulled her exact 7 letter name from my Grandma's Scrabble set.
My colleague used to work in a hospital and would often received phone calls around 3am but no one would speak at the other end of the receiver. The number was from an extension somewhere in the hospital and when they looked it up, it was from an old morgue nobody has used in a while.