56人が彼らに起こった最も恐ろしい説明のつかないことを共有する

現実の生活は、フィクションと同じくらい奇妙なものになることがよくあります。あなたの多くのパンダは、私たちの多くが私たちに起こっている信じられないほど奇妙な、さらには不気味な何かについて少なくとも1つの物語を持っていることに同意すると思います。説明できないこと。何か…私たちの理性的な心が理解できないこと…ああ、私たちの友人は私たちの話を聞いて、魅了され、息を切らしているかもしれませんが、私たちが知っているように、私たちの話が起こったと本当に信じているかどうかは議論の余地があります。

一年で最も不気味な夜、ハロウィーンまであと1週間余りで、 Redditユーザーが共有する、合理的に説明できない最も恐ろしい話をいくつか集めました。ホットココアを手に取り、ハロウィーンのおやつを一杯手に入れ、暖かい毛布に身を包み、明かりを消してください。パンダ。不気味な話がいくつかあります。

親愛なる読者の皆さん、本当に背筋を冷やした物語に賛成することを忘れないでください。そして、あなたがあなた自身のいくつかの不可解な経験を持っているならば…コメントセクションはそれを悩ませるためにいくつかの神秘的な幽霊を使うかもしれません。

私は手を伸ばして退屈パンダは、より多くの我々は怖い話に興味を持っている理由について学ぶことが興味を持った作家とブラム・ストーカー賞を受賞したエディタダグ・ムラーノサウスダコタ、の創設者からの不正なハンドブック。 「私たちのほとんどは、精神的な信念に関係なく、この人生を超えた何かを切望していると思います。人間はこの衝動で事前にプログラムされているようです」と彼は言いました。下にスクロールして、ホラーへの私たちの魅力と、何が素晴らしい怖い話になるのかについてのダグの洞察をご覧ください。

#1

6歳の時、バスターという猫を飼っていました。バスターは実は私の継父の猫でしたが、私は以前に猫を飼ったことがなかったので、彼を自分のものだと主張しました。バスターは小さな子供にいつも抱きしめられたり抱きしめられたりするのが好きではなかったので、彼は私を嫌っていました。彼はどうしても私を避けた。彼は屋外の猫でもあったので、ほとんどの日を外で過ごしてから夜にやってくることがよくありました。

ある夜、バスターは家に戻ってこなかった。普段は夜に餌をやっているので心配でした。私たちの地域は、コヨーテが豊富なことでもよく知られていました。私の両親はバスターの失踪について少し静まり返っていましたが、私はヒントを得ることができませんでした。その夜、私が眠りについたとき、バスターは私のベッドに飛び乗った。彼は私の頭のそばに横になり、私が眠りにつくまで私に彼を撫でさせてくれました。正直なところ、彼がこれをやったことがなかったので、私はショックを受けました。

翌朝、私は意気揚々と階下を歩き、バスターが夜中に私のベッドで寝ていたので、バスターが今私を愛していることを両親に伝えました。両親は私を好奇心旺盛に見て、朝食のテーブルに座って、前夜の外にいるときに、家の裏の路地でバスターの遺体を見つけたと知らせてくれました。彼らは彼がコヨーテに嫌がらせを受けたと思った。しかし、彼は死んでいたので、その夜、私のベッドで眠ることはできなかったでしょう。

今日まで、バスターはさよならを言いたかっただけだと思い、子供が知っている唯一の方法で彼を愛そうとしてくれたことに感謝します。

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作家兼編集者のダグは、ホラーや不気味な物語への愛情が、私たちの感覚を超えて隠れている、私たちの周りの世界についてもっと知りたいという私たちの願望に関連していると信じています。 「ホラーやスペキュレイティブフィクションの多くは死に取り組んでおり、私たちが死んだ後に何が起こるのか、私はそのような物語への関心の多くが私たちの認識を超えた経験と存在への憧れの表現であると信じざるを得ません」と彼はBoredに語ったパンダ。

ダグは親切にも、ただのホラーストーリーと本当に素晴らしいホラーストーリーを区別するものを共有してくれました。これから何年も心に残るもの(そして時々私たちを夜に目覚めさせ、ベッドから出るのを恐れる)。

「偉大なホラーストーリーは不安定な針を通り抜けます。ストーリーを裏付けるのに十分な答えを提供する世界と物語を作成しながら、本当に説明できない感覚を維持します。過度の説明はほとんどのホラーを殺します。そのため、サメはあなただけが怖いのです。ヒレを見てください。エイリアンは影に潜んでいるときに最も恐ろしいです。殺人者はマスクされているときに最も恐ろしいです」とダグはBoredPandaにホラーは微妙である必要があると語った。私たちが知っている、見ることができるモンスターは、私たちが合理的に考えることができるモンスターです。そして、それは未知の、忍び寄る、暗闇の中で這うよりもはるかに恐ろしいことではありません。

#2

2002年、私は夫と2人の幼児と一緒にサンフランシスコ東部のベイエリアに住んでいました。一ヶ月前に母が急死したことを悲しんでいた。彼女は大規模な心臓発作を起こし、52歳で亡くなりました。普段は夫と一緒に赤ちゃんを家に残して、一人で手っ取り早い用事を済ませていました。ヘイワードのダウンタウンを1ブロックドライブして、食料品店に行きました。私は家に帰る途中で、左折するのを待っている赤信号で立ち止まりました。交差点はすべてブラインドコーナーであったため、対向車を見るのは困難でした。ライトが緑色に変わった私は両方向をちらっと見て、適切な秒を待ってアクセルペダルを踏んだ…それは動かなかった。私はもう一度試しましたが、何もしませんでした。私の後ろの車が鳴った。ペダルの下をすばやく見下ろして、ペダルの下で何かが転がっていないかどうかを確認しましたが、何も見つかりませんでした。私が見上げると、突然、機器を積んだ巨大な作業用トラックが、50mphだったはずの場所で赤信号を発しました。びっくりしました。私はあえぎ、すぐに身を寄せ、アクセルペダルを踏むと、ためらうことなく作動しました。突然、母のお気に入りの香水の匂いがしました…本当に素晴らしい経験でした。

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#3

私は3時間離れて住んでいた大学の女の子とデートするのが常でした。私たちは週末を交換しました-1つは彼女の学校で、もう1つは私の学校で。ある日、彼女は私に会うためにずっと運転していて、私は(彼女が知っていた)一晩中勉強会にいて、彼女に会うために家に帰ることができなかったので、彼女は動揺しました。彼女は私に彼女が彼女の場所に戻るつもりであると私にテキストメッセージを送りました、そしてそれから私は二度と彼女から何も聞いていませんでした。彼女が大丈夫であることを確認するために彼女にテキストメッセージを送った3日後、テキストは「番号が見つかりません」として戻ってきました。私は彼女が私のアパートに残したものをメールで送ったところ、「転送先アドレスなし」として返送されました。彼女のインスタントメッセンジャーアカウント(私はメッセージを送信したことはありませんが、名前は知っていました)が切断されました。そして、それはより奇妙になります。私は彼女のアパートの固定電話に電話をし、そこに住んでいた人々は引っ越してきて(彼女にはルームメイトが3人いた)、彼らがどこに行ったのかについて番号を残さなかったと言われた。私は本当にびっくりして、学校の管理者で働いていた友達に、彼女が生きていることを確認するために、いくつかのひもを引っ張るように頼みました。彼女が通っていた学校には、学生としての彼女の記録はありませんでした。彼女の車のナンバープレートは誰にも登録されていませんでした。私たちの共通の友人は誰も彼女に二度と会いませんでした。私は警察に電話しましたが、その夜、またはその後2週間で、彼女の説明に当てはまる人が2つの学校の間の道路に巻き込まれた交通事故はありませんでした(その時点で、より長い時間枠を要求しませんでした)彼女はすでに行方不明でした)。私は家族ではなかったので、警官は行方不明者を提出しませんでした。

今日まで、私は何が起こったのか、なぜ彼女が私にそんなにひどくびっくりしたのか、彼女がまだ生きているのか、目撃者の保護下にあるのか、邪悪な魔法使いによって常に消されているのかわかりません。彼女は文字通り跡形もなく姿を消した。

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私は、どの恐ろしいオンラインストーリーが真実であり、どのストーリーが娯楽目的だけで装飾されているか(または完全に構成されているか)を区別することを学ぶことについてのダグの意見を知りたいと思いました。しかし、ダグはこれが物事を見る正しい方法ではないかもしれないと信じています。代わりに、事実であろうとフィクションであろうと、物語を完全に楽しむのが最善です。それが本当の出来事に基づいているか、誰かの想像から生まれたかにかかわらず、素晴らしい物語は素晴らしいです。

「私の専門知識はフィクションに限られていますが、私はこれを言います:私は超自然が本物であるかどうかについて二度考えさせるのに十分な本物の魔法と不思議を世界で見ました-そしてそれは健康的なことだと思います。それはおそらく与えられた物語を信じることは、信じるために頭と心に余裕を残しながら、経験にオープンであり続けることよりも重要ではありません。」

#4

これは3人の異なる人々で3回起こりました。

私はフィリピンの2階建ての家で育ちました。 2階には、巨大なプレイルームと4つのベッドルームがありました。私が11歳の頃、私とベビーシッターはプレイルームでぶらぶらしていました。彼女はトイレに行きました、そして私は退屈したので私は冷蔵庫をチェックするために階下に行きました。彼女がトイレから出てくるのを聞いて、彼女は私の名前を叫び始めました。 3回目以降、彼女は立ち止まった。彼女は私が階下にいることを理解したと思った。数分後、私は彼女が階段を降りてくるのを見ました。彼女が私を見ていると、彼女は凍りついて私を見つめた。私は彼女に何が悪いのか尋ねたところ、彼女は階下に行く前にプレイルームで私を見たと言った。彼女はそれについて本当にびっくりしました、そして私は知りません-私はこれらのことを信じていなかったので、私はただ彼女を笑いました。

二度目に起こったとき、私はおそらく16歳でした。私は兄の部屋でぶらぶらしていました。それはインターネットが最速の部屋だからです。そして、6歳の兄(2人の兄がいます)が私を呼んで周りを見回しているのを聞いたのですが、返事をせず、彼が私を見つけるのを待っていました。私は彼が私の部屋に行くのを見ました、そしてそれから彼は静かになりました。私は彼が何かを探していると思って、それを見つけました。彼が私の部屋から出て行くと、彼は私の兄弟の部屋で私を見て、ただ凍って私のベビーシッターのように見つめていました。私は彼に何が悪いのか尋ねると、彼は「なぜあなたが二人いるの?」と言いました。そして、それは私がびっくりして母の部屋に走ったときです。彼女は私たちを笑ったが、その夜彼女の部屋で寝ていたのを覚えている。

最後に起こったのは私が20歳の時でした。私の両親は私の弟と一緒に休暇をとっていたので、私と他の兄弟は私の祖父母の夜に滞在しなければなりませんでした。彼らが不在だった最初の夜、私と私の妹は家に帰ってもっと服を着ることに決めました。私たちは二人とも私の部屋にいて、彼女は私の服を借りるのが好きだったので、私はシャワーを浴びるつもりだと彼女に言いました。その時、彼女は部屋を出て、もっと服を詰めるために部屋に行きました。トイレに行って歯磨きを始めました。私がシャワーを浴びようとしていたとき、姉はバスルームを歩いていて、彼女は私をとても奇妙に見ました。そして彼女の顔が青ざめたので、私は彼女に何が悪いのか尋ねました。彼女は私の部屋に戻って私と話していたと言ったが、それからおしっこをしなければならなかったので、彼女はトイレに行ってそこで私を見つけた。私たちはお互いを見て、自分たちのものをつかんで、去りました。

理由や内容はまだわかりませんが、考えてみるとゾッとします。

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#5

私の家族は私が10歳のときに古い家(200年以上)に引っ越しました。叔父(奇妙な男)が私たちの引っ越しを手伝ってくれました。私たちが家に入ると、彼はすべて奇妙になって去りました。誕生日などに来るのはいつも避けました。私たちはいつも彼が幽霊を見たと冗談を言っていました。そして何らかの理由で、私たちは幽霊をビリーと呼びました。私の妹が話し始めたとき、彼女は本当に奇妙なことを言いました。たとえば、夜にドアを閉めて、男の子が廊下を歩いているのを見る必要がないかどうかを尋ねるなどです。不気味なF ** king。とにかく、私たちは彼女もただの大きな変人だと思ったので、私たちはこのビリー・ザ・ゴーストのジョークを続けました。何かが置き忘れられる「ビリーでなければならない」ヤッダヤッダ。数年後、昔の所有者がずっと前に覆っていた元の広葉樹に戻りたかったので、床を引き裂きました。古い家について何か知っているなら、新聞で床を断熱していたことを知っています。ただ物になりました。楽しみのためにいくつかの記事を読むことに決めました、いくつかは初めての冷蔵庫について話しました、そのような本当にクールなもの。私たちが不気味な部分に到達するまで、私たちの家に住んでいたビリーという名前の精神的に挑戦された少年は、家の外で遊んでいる間に死にました。

私はその家でたくさんの成長を見ましたが、私は巨大な幽霊信者ではありません。しかし、何年にもわたってビリー・ザ・ゴーストのジョークが続いていたことを考えると、新聞は不気味な偶然の一致を引き起こしていました。叔父はまた、数年後、私道に引っ張って家の外に出たとき、このひどい気持ちになったと私たちに話しました。

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#6

これは何年も前の17歳の頃に起こりました。ある夜、私はテレビを見て遅くまで起きていて、ソファで眠りに落ちました。午前4時30分ごろに起きて寝ましたが、すべて正常に見えました。

翌朝、母は私が前の晩どこに行ったのか尋ねました。私は本当に混乱していました。

前の晩、彼女と私の父は家の正面玄関が閉まる音に目覚めていました。彼らは午前2時に階下に行き、外を見ました。私の車は私道にありませんでした。彼らは私が酔っ払った友人に家に帰るか何かを与えるために行ったと思ったので、彼らはそれについて心配しませんでした。父はソファに座って(私が眠りに落ちて目覚めたのと同じ)、真夜中のおやつを食べ、テレビを見て、午前2時30分頃にベッドに戻りました。

午前12時30分から午前1時30分までの間に眠りに落ちたことがわかりました。そのとき、私が漂流していたときに見ていたテレビ番組がオンになっていたからです。まるで靴を履かずに外を歩いているかのように、足の裏がひどく汚れていました。

それで、その夜、私は車で数時間姿を消しました。私は何が起こったのか全く覚えていません、そしてお母さんがその朝何も言わなかったら、私はそれが起こったことさえ知らなかっただろう。

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恐ろしい話、不思議な出来事、そして人間の状態の暗い下腹についての話が、事実であろうとフィクションであろうと、私たちを魅了するのは当然のことです。心理学者で福祉コンサルタントのリー・チェンバースによると、英国からは、これについて進化論的な説明があるかもしれません。

「人類と娯楽の暗い側面がなぜそれほど魅力的であるかを考えるとき、私たちは最初に私たちの進化の旅を人間として見なければなりません。私たちの存在の大部分について、私たちは獲物であり、常に私たちの安全への脅威を過度に認識していました。メンタルヘルスの専門家、Bored Pandaに、本当の犯罪ドラマのような本当のホラーストーリーがとても魅力的である理由について詳しく説明しました。

「今日の安全でしばしば消毒された世界では、私たちが重大な脅威にさらされることはめったにありません。邪悪で恐ろしくて恐ろしい娯楽を探索する能力は、安全で快適なままで人類のこの部分を訪れることができる数少ない方法の1つです。それに対する目新しさは、退屈をすばやく取り除き、社会的規範を超えた人々の心を理解し、潜在的に私たちが犠牲者になることを避ける方法についての知識を得ながら、私たちの感情的な限界を発見するのに役立ちます。彼らはまた、多くの物語で閉鎖を提供します謎が解かれ、犯罪者が正義のレベルに引き上げられることで終わる」と語った。

#7

私はマンションに住んでいて、7階と8階に2つのアパートを所有しています。それらの間を移動する唯一の方法は、アパートから出て、エレベーターまたは階段を利用して、もう一方に入ることです。

ある夜、2階のアイスクリームが足りなくなり、母が階下の冷凍庫からアイスクリームを取りに行くように言ったので、私は7階のアパートの鍵を持って行きましたが、夕食の時間だったので誰もいませんでした。真っ暗闇の中に入って、誰かがソファに座っていることに気づいたので、スイッチを入れて、父がちょうどそこに座っているのを見ました。ちょっと変だったけど、アイスクリームを買いに行って、鍵をかけてくれないかと聞いてみた。答えはありません。私は肩をすくめて、「もし彼が入って彼の後ろのドアをロックしたら、彼はそれを持っているに違いない」と思いました。二階に戻り、父は夕食を食べてそこに座っていました。私はびっくりして、彼がどうしてこんなに早くここに起きたのかと尋ねると、誰もが彼がずっとここにいると私に言った。階下で彼を見ただけで、誰も私を信じてくれなかったので、それは不可能だと彼らに言いました。今、私は一人でそこに行くことはありません。

いくつかのものを片付けるために、私たちのアパートのドアにはそれぞれ3種類のロックが付いています。鍵穴と鍵が付いている門があります。別の鍵を入れているので、この門のロックを2回解除する必要があります。次に、ドアと独自のロックがあります。ですから、家の中に誰もいない場合、家に入るには3つの鍵が必要です。私はよく見て、それは100%私の父でした、彼はちょっと太っていて、この真面目な顔をしているので、彼を間違えるのはちょっと難しいです。アパートは同じ階にないだけでなく、互いに重なり合っていないため、アクセスできません。それらの間にエレベーターがあり、それらは異なるフロアにあります。そのため、エレベーターや階段で最初に会わずに、誰もが上り下りする方法はありません。

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#8

私は窒息しているのを夢見て、目が覚めて喉の周りに自分の手を見つけました。

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#9

私の両親はおそらく一ヶ月間結婚していた。突然、母が飛び上がって父を起こしたとき、彼らはベッドの中でぐっすり眠っていました。 「ジミー!ジミー!いたるところに血が流れている!私たちは彼らを助けなければならない!お願いします!」私の父は彼女を落ち着かせ、彼女が何について話しているのか理解するために最善を尽くしました。私の母は、道路の脇にドイツのナンバープレートが付いた車を見たと説明していました。事故があり、彼らは助けを必要としていたこと。私の父は彼女を慰めようとしました…それはすべてただの悪い夢だったと説明するために、しかし彼女はそれを持っていませんでした。それで彼女をなだめるために、彼らは車に乗り込み、私の母が事故だと思った場所に車で行きました。そして確かに、私の母が言った正確な場所で、ドイツのプレートと緊急フラッシャーが付いている道路の脇に車がありました。よく調べてみると、車の中には誰もいなかった。彼らが助けを必要とするならば、助けはすでに来ていました。

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心理学者のリーは、画面に描かれている邪悪なものを見て、それが私たちではなく他の誰かに起こっているという事実は、それに少しの「慰めの要素」さえ持つことができると説明しました。

「それは私たちを感情的なローラーコースターに連れて行き、パズルを解き、制御された方法で私たちの恐怖をテストするようにさせます。悪を探求する許可は強力です。他の場所でチャンスを得るのはめったになく、それ自体は適度に健康で正常です」と彼は人々が恐怖の境界を探求するためにこれらの物語をどのように使用できるかを述べました。

しかし、人生のほとんどのものと同様に、多すぎることはあなたにとって良いことではありません。 「私たちが直面している課題は、これを飲みすぎると鈍感になり、他人の苦しみに共感しなくなり、自分の環境を恐れ、自分自身を攻撃する可能性が高くなる可能性があるという事実です。また、私たち自身の以前の不利な経験によって引き起こされ、私たち自身の感情的なバランスを管理するのが難しくなり、ストレスレベルが上がるので、私たちが最新のものに巻き込まれたとしても、私たちの消費を抑えることは私たちが心に留めておくべきことです私たちを引き込んでいるシリーズ。」

#10

これは進行中であり、私が一人で家にいるときにのみ起こります。

約5ヶ月前の午後10時頃に仕事から帰宅しました。居間に入るには地下の階段を通り過ぎなければなりません。私は実際にそれらを真っ直ぐ見下ろすことなくそうしましたが、それらの完全なビジョンを持っていました-階段の底に巨大な茶色の頭があり、その口を開閉しました。階段が追いつく前に階段を5歩ほど過ぎたところ、地下室にいる人だと怖かった。私は私の友人に電話をかけてきましたが、彼女はそうしましたが、そこには何も見つかりませんでした。すべてのドアがロックされ、何も動かされていませんでした。

その数ヶ月後、私は仕事の前に二階のテレビを見ていました。地下の部屋に何かが投げ込まれたような音がした。私は一瞬凍りつき、周りを見回すと、私のペットがすべて私と同じ部屋にいるのがわかりました。私は再び友人に電話し、地下室をチェックしている間、彼女に電話を切らないように言った。

すべてのドアがロックされ、何も動かされませんでした。ノイズ(誰かが大きくて重いものを壁に投げているように聞こえます)があと5回ほど聞こえますが、それが何であるかはまだわかりません。二度と顔を見たことがないのですが、階段の一番上にあるキッチンにいると、いつも誰かが私を見ているのを感じます。

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#11

私の寝室(11歳から13歳)には屋根裏部屋に通じる小さなドアがあり、週に数回寝室に入るとドアを閉めるのが習慣になりました。私はそれについて何も考えていませんでした、ちょうど私の母がそれを去ったときにそれを完全に閉じなかったと仮定しました。

しばらくして、彼女が私を追いかけないというコメントをしたとき、私は彼女と冗談を言うのを間違えました、私は次のようなことを言いました。終わった?」彼女はそれから私に彼女が何ヶ月も屋根裏部屋にいなかったと知らせました。兄に聞いた…いや。父に聞いた…いや。それで私はそれに本当に細心の注意を払い始めました。午前中に閉まっていることを確認し、放課後にチェックし、ブラスターディナーをチェックします。それからベッドに向かい、…開いてください。

数ヶ月間疑問に思い、勉強し、実験した後、私はそれを閉じないとどうなるかを見るだろうと思いました。学校の前にドアを開けて、放課後にそれをチェックしました、まだooen。夕食後にチェックしましたが、まだ開いています。寝る前に、まだ開いています。今、私はベッドに横になっています、部屋の向こう側の開いたドアで頭がおかしくなります。それをチェックすることに決めたので、私はロールオーバーして屋根裏部屋の黒いスペースに焦点を合わせます…私を見つめている顔を見るために。階下にボルトで固定し、両親を起こし、兄弟に嘲笑され、寝室を兄弟と切り替え、約6か月後に新しい家に引っ越します(世帯の拡大のため)。新しい物理の先生と彼の妻が私たちの家を買いました。

私はその出来事をすべて忘れて、過度に活発な心を持っている私にそれをチョークで書いたかもしれません。しかし、それから私の4年生は、私たちの物理の先生がどれほど素晴らしいかを発見しました。私のお気に入りのクラスになり、断然私のお気に入りの先生になりました。シニアの年の終わりに、私の友人と私はVHSビデオカメラを町の周りに持って行き、ほとんどばかげたことをしましたが、それからそれを私の古い家に持って行き、彼らがその場所で何をしたかを見ました。私たちはとても楽しいツアーに参加しました。父が行った、まだ家の一部であるすべてのプロジェクトについて話をすることができました。

それから妻は私たちを2階に連れて行き、縫製室を見せてくれます。私は(冗談めかして)尋ねます、「この部屋で何か奇妙なことに気づきましたか?」そして彼女の顔は真っ白になります。カメラで、彼女は私が何を意味するのか尋ね、私はそれを肩をすくめようとしますが、屋根裏部屋のドアについて何かを言うことになります。彼女は、縫うために来るたびに、屋根裏部屋のドアが開いていることを確認しました。それから彼女は、家にいる2日目、彼らの犬(ジャーマンシェパード)が部屋に入ったが、階下には戻らないと言った。彼は吠え始め、慰められず、窓から飛び降り、ポーチの上のトタン屋根に着陸し、そして逃げ出した。犬は翌日まで戻ってこなかったし、それ以来二階に通じる廊下に足を踏み入れていなかった。

私は両親と兄弟に私が映画で持っていた物語を見せることができると最初は思っていましたが、私はそれをそのままにすることに決めました。

「屋根裏部屋」とは、この家の中で、2階の上ではなく、2階と平行に(ケープコッドのように)走る空間です。

これが起こっていたとき、私は11歳と12歳だったので、すぐにすべてを科学することはしませんでした。

私が顔を見たと家族に言ったとき、私を嘲笑したのは兄だけでした。彼が最初にしたコメントの1つは、通りの向こう側の家から最近コインコレクションが盗まれた家族についてだったので、私の父は間違いなく実際の人間のためにそれをチェックしたでしょう。

このイベント自体は、以下に述べるような他の多くの可能性にチョークで書くことができたので、簡単に肩をすくめることができました。それが気紛れになったのは5年後のことでした。彼女が犬について私たちに話す前の妻の顔の表情は非常に印象的でした。彼らがあまり考えないことに決めた何かのように…今、私の話は彼らの経験に深みを加え、彼らの話は私のものに深みを加えました。

これは私を超常現象の信者にしませんでした。私は、幽霊の確認としてではなく、詳細のコレクションとして話をしました。それがしたことは、私が決して不信者になることができないようにすることでした。

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#12

私の両親はちょうど彼らの最初の子供、私の姉、キャシーを持っていました。彼らは当時イタリアに住んでいて(私の父は空軍にいました)、祖父母(私の父の両親)に彼女を紹介するために彼女を米国に連れ戻しました。それで彼らの最初の夜、私の母は時差ぼけで前の寝室で眠っていました。私の父は彼の兄弟とたむろするために出かけていました。そして真夜中に、この女性は私のお母さんの部屋に入り、目を覚ます。彼女はベッドに腰を下ろし、「ああ、大丈夫です!私はあなたを家族に迎えたかっただけです」と言います。私のお母さんは明らかに怖かったのですが、これは親戚や家族の友人か、何かがやってきたのだと思いました。女性は私の妹が寝ていたバシネットに歩いて行きます。 「これはあなたの娘ですか?」母はうなずいた。 「彼女は美しいです!お二人にお会いできてうれしいです。」そして、彼女は去ります。私の母は翌日目を覚まし、祖母がそれを育てたときに朝食をとっています。 「昨夜やってきた女性は誰だったの?」私の祖母は彼女が何について話しているのかわからなかった。私の母は彼女に全体の話をし、私の祖母は彼女がどのように見えるか尋ねました。母は「背が高く、白い髪が長く、青いドレスを着ていた」と言った。祖母の顔は一枚のように白くなった。彼女はいくつかの古い写真を調べて、1枚を引き出しました。 「これは彼女ですか?」彼女はお返しにうなずいた私の母に尋ねました。 「それは私の母です!彼女は20年間死んでいて、私たちは彼女を青いドレスに埋めました。」

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心理学者のリーは、Bored Pandaに、現代のテレビには「さまざまな心理的フック」が組み込まれていて、画面に釘付けになっていると語った。エピソードの終わりにあるクリフハンガーや、あるエピソードから次のエピソードにシームレスに移動する自動再生機能などは、より多くのコンテンツを消費したくなるような条件を作り出します。むしろ、そうするのが簡単になります。

「最新の番組を見るのは悪いことではありません。エンターテインメントはリラックスするのに最適な方法であり、多くの場合、すばらしい会話を開始し、他の人の文脈で自分自身を探索するのに役立ちます。現代のテレビに加えて、いくつかのテレビを覚えておく価値があります。生き生きとした人生は正味のポジティブですが、それがあなたの睡眠に侵入し始め、あなたが食べるものに影響を与え、そしてあなたがあなたの体をどれだけ動かすかを始めるとすぐに、それは私たちを人間として最適な場所に保つ基本から差し引き始めます、 「リーは、どんなに魅力的なストーリーがあったとしても、画面の前でどれだけの時間を費やすかについて注意する必要があると述べました。

#13

1975年、私はテキサス州フォートフッドの近くで停電状態で夜間訓練を行う軍用ヘリコプターを操縦していました。私は、ロシアのレーダーから航空機を隠すように設計された新しいパラダイムである小さな季節の小川が入ったドローを飛んでいました。私は、地図上の副操縦士であるコントロールにいました。私たちは低く、木の上から木の上までゆっくりでした。突然、私は緊急登山をしなければならないという説得力のある確信を持った。それは私がほぼ垂直に登った。機体から内臓を引き出し、あごの泡の星に鼻を向けると、あごの泡のプレキシガラスによってコットンウッドの木の葉が押しのけられているのが見えました。数秒後、今ではキャノピーの数百フィート上で、副操縦士と私は広い目でお互いを見つめ、死をかろうじて避けたという知識を持っていました。 「あのf ** kingツリーをどうやって見ましたか?」彼は私に尋ねた。私はそれを説明する方法を知らなかったので、私がそうしなかったことを彼に決して言いませんでした。私は37年間、無事故でヘリコプターを飛ばし続けましたが、その夜何が起こったのかまだ説明できません。

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#14

私が大学にいたとき、私は一人で住んでいました、それはかなりまともな地域の家の後ろにある素敵な小さなスタジオユニットでした。正直なところ、夜の散歩場所については何も考えていません。24時間営業のマクドナルドとセブンイレブンがあり、私は巨大な夜のフクロウだったので、午前12時から午前3時の間に歩くことがよくありました。

さて、ある日の朝2時ごろにエッセイを書き終えた後、お腹が空いたのに料理が苦手だったので、セブンイレブンまで歩いてパイか何かをつかむことにしました。しかし、ドアを開けるとすぐに、息苦しい恐怖感に打ちのめされ、心臓がドキドキし始め、震え始めました。これはばかげていると自分に言い聞かせて、私はまだ行きたいと思って通りに出ましたが、それは私が得た限りでした。私は理解できる理由もなく恐怖を感じましたが、それにもかかわらず、それほど激しくはありませんでした。中に戻って乾いたシリアルを食べました。

翌日遅く、セブンイレブンの交差点近くで大混乱を引き起こしている酔っぱらいのグループについて聞いた。彼らは私の大学の誰かを殴打した。説明はできませんが、その気持ちを無視してとにかく行っていたら、その夜は何か悪いことが起こったのではないかと思います。

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#15

小さい頃、姉やいとこたちと一緒に祖父母の家によく行きました。私の祖父母は義母のアパートを持っているので、大人が本館で話している間、私たちはいつもそこで遊んでいました。ある日、アパートで見つけた小さな鍵を使って、暑くても寒くても遊んでいました。一人が隠している最中に、誤って落とし、地下室の扉の下に落ちてしまいました。ドアを開けて手に入れたら、階段の下に見覚えのない男が立っていた。彼は私の祖父母の地下室をうろついているように、彼の腕の中にたくさんのものを持っていました。 (私の祖父母は買いだめでした、彼らの地下室は彼らが忘れたか保管したものでいっぱいでした、それのいくつかは比較的価値があることを覚えておいてください)。彼は私を見たとき、私に「GO BACK UPSTAIRS、KID!GO!」と叫んだ。私はとてもびっくりして、ボルトで固定し、すぐに本館に駆け込んで両親に話しました。父は地下室に行って見ましたが、誰も見つかりませんでした。今日まで、彼らは私がそれを想像したと私に言います、しかし私の妹といとこはそれも本物であると主張します。約5年後、祖父母が亡くなったので、父が地下室を掃除するのを手伝っていました。彼らはたくさんのものを失っていたことがわかりました。それ以来、私はその家に戻っていません。

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「自分が睡眠を遅らせ始めていることに気づいたり、社交、食事、健康を維持してテレビ会社を維持していることに気付いた場合、またはテレビ会社が自分をコントロールしていると感じた場合は、一歩下がって、自分でコントロールできるルーチンを構築しましょう。お気に入りの番組を適度に楽しみながら、ゆっくりと時間をかけて次のエピソードへの興奮と期待を高めていくのも、とても楽しいことです。」もちろん、このアドバイスは、テレビだけでなく、あらゆる種類のメディアや活動に対する私たちの愛情に合っています。怖い話や娯楽がどれほど好きでも、パンダで最高の人生を送ることを忘れないでください。

#16

ある夜、妻と私は眠っていましたが、突然目が覚め、誰かが私たちのベッドのふもとにいるように感じました。目を開けると、ベッドのふもとにこんな感じの女性が立っているのが見えました。彼女はゆっくりと私の方を向いて、ただ見つめていました。まだ完全に目覚めていないので、私の脳は完全に恐れることができませんでしたが、代わりに、部屋に別の人がいる理由について好奇心が強く、混乱していました。私は立ち上がって女性の方に手を伸ばし、彼女が本物かどうかを調べようとしました。 When my hand reached her face, she disappeared. My wife woke up at this point and asked me what I was doing. All I could say was that I thought I saw something. We both laid back down facing each other and closed our eyes. Not a minute later, we both heard this guttural roar/growl that sounded like a mix between a bear, lion, and howler monkey, emanating from behind our headboard. There's nothing behind that wall since it's an outside 2nd story wall. She immediately began screaming and I searched the house from top to bottom. We never found out what made that noise. Took us a while to sleep in our bedroom again.

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#17

Sharing my mom's two stories that always gave me the chills:

1: When she was younger, her grandmother was staring out the window and the gates to the house were swinging back and forth (it was a hot summer day with no breeze). My mom asked her what she was looking at, and she replied that it was angels moving the gate and that they had come for her. She (grandmother) died that night.

2 involves my grandfather, who died from a brain tumor before I was born. After he died, my grandmother would hear a loud knocking at the front door every night around the same time, but when she would get up to check, no one was there. She thought it might just be neighborhood kids and didn't think much of it, until one night around the same time she heard the knocking, and then every framed picture on her walls came crashing down at the same time. She went to see her priest the next day, and after some talking, she realized her husband, who was blind as a bat, was buried without his glasses. Per the priest's suggestion, she went and buried the glasses next to his grave, and all the knocking stopped after that.

Make of those what you will!

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#18

When I was a kid, my brother and I would get stuck with babysitting the neighbors kid; his name was Alex. Alex was really fond of my lego set that I had in the corner of my room–facing the window, he would play for hours (staying preoccupied) while my brother and I would play videogames in the living room.

So one night, when I fell asleep on the couch (while babysitting), my brother came to me and said, "Alex is under your bed and shaking.." I asked, "What's wrong with him?" My brother told me to follow him into the room and try to talk him back out from under the bed.

I go inside to find him on the verge of tears as he was trembling profusely under my bed. I asked Alex, "What's wrong? Why are you under there?" Alex whimpered, "Him…" while looking at the my sliding closet. As I walked toward the bed in order to help him out, he ran; he ran all the way back over to his house and waited on his front steps until his parents got home.

Now, my parents were out to dinner with his, and he explained the whole story in detail to both his parents and mine; his explanation sent shivers down my spine when my brother and I left the house to meet up with his parents and find out what happened.

My mom told me me that Alex was playing with my legos and hear a slight murmur from my closet, something that resembled a faint vocalization of, "come here." He said that he looked behind him and noticed the closet had a slight opening with light peering in from my lamp. He stared at the crack until he saw an eyelid open. He told us that there was a man in my closet. Alex then hid under my bed after he gave out a slight yelp (which attracted my brothers attention).

My family rushes back into my house and into my room. In horror, we find my closet door rocked open and a few things missing. My window had been left open, when it was previously closed, and a few things knocked over which had not been touched previously.

We still don't know what force we were reckoning after that evening. Thank god nothing more severe happened.

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#19

Sometimes when I go to bed, I wake up with deep line cuts on my body. Each time on different spots: on my neck, leg, arm. See dried blood around the wound and on my sheets.

Still don't know what the hell happened. It's only my bed and my sheets…and my nails are cut short mostly. I don't sleepwalk.

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#20

Several years back I was with some friends of mine taking care of a neighbor's cat. Friend 1 (call her N) was the person who was actually in charge of this, but asked Friend 2 (A) and I to come with her. We didn't really understand why, but she said that the place just gave her weird vibes, and that was good enough for us to come with her.
We get into the house and it's an old place, really creaky and already kind of… off, I guess. N shows us where the cat's food dish is and she asks A to get the food from the other room. N then asks me to find the cat. I go off, looking around the house for this cat. I'm not exactly a cat person, so I really wasn't looking so much for the cat but looking around the place. There's all the things you'd expect in an elderly lady's house, knitting stuff, old pictures, paintings, etc. Nothing really that out of the ordinary.
By this time A had gotten the cat food and the two of them were waiting for me to come back with the cat. The lady had given us specific instructions about feeding the cat, making sure it was there and stuff. I go back to the kitchen where the food dishes were and tell them that I've checked the entire first floor and upstairs, but I can't find the cat. A then asks if I've checked the basement, to which I say no. N leads us over to the basement, opens the door and turns on the light. It already looked sketchy as hell, and I wasn't gonna go down there. I say this, and N agrees. A shrugs her shoulders and starts going down the stairs. This is when s**t goes down.
To the day, N and I swear we saw the same thing. People have tried to convince me it must have been something else, but I know what I saw.
A's walking down the stairs and this lady appears in the doorway N and I are standing in. She's dressed in a long white dress and is extremely pale, and she seems to have this glow around her. She takes a step down towards A and looks back up at N and I. She brings her finger up to her lips like she's telling us to be quiet, then turns around and pushes A down the stairs. Hard. A goes flying down the stairs, screaming. N and I are frozen in place, chills going through our body. A lands at the bottom and turns around and sees the lady. The lady smiles and walks past N and I and disappears. A gets up slowly, clearly in pain. She gets up and turns around, asking if she has any bruises on her back.
There were two dark handprints on her back.
N and I nodded our heads and said we'd show her after we got the hell out of there. We decided f**k the cat, we're not coming in this god damn house ever again.
To this day I have no explanation for that. N and I swear we saw the same thing.
TL;DR- Taking care of an elderly lady's cat leads to a friend being pushed down the basement stairs by a ghost lady.

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#21

One winter night, I took a walk to a park in my town and saw a guy sleeping on the ground. Even though it was very cold out, I didn't think to call an ambulance. Never saw him before so I just kinda stood there and watched the guy sleep for a moment and moved on.

A week later, I read in the papers that he died from the cold that night. The paper said his name and that he was homeless for a while. I felt really guilty but eventually forgot about him.

A few months later, I get a letter in the mail from a local hospital ADDRESSED TO HIM. It turns out that he used MY address when he was at the hospital for some reason. I turned white.

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#22

When I was a younger kid I had a really hard time getting to sleep and I normally got to bed really late at night. My mom has always been that way too. So, my mom mentioned that she heard something at night and wanted me to stay up a little longer to hear it. I did, it was summer anyway.

Fast forward to that night, it's about 1 in the morning. My mom said it usually happens during her night time routine, so she told me to sit in the living room and listen while she went to brush her teeth.

That's when I heard it. There were footsteps upstairs. You could hear the footsteps start at the window in my parents room then walk away towards the other bedroom (baby sister). It sounded muffled until the footsteps arrived to the landing of the stairs, then it got louder because the landing was hardwood floor. After a few steps then you would hear the footsteps on the carpet again when they arrived at my sisters room. But this time, they didn't go all the way to the window. They went to my sister's crib and paused for a moment, before continuing back to the window in my parents room.

I listened to this for about 5 to 10 minutes, with the footsteps taking about a minute to go from the window, to the crib, and back. My mom then came out of the bathroom and said "I told you I heard something."

Well, we then opened the door and it stopped completely for the night (as far as we know at least).

The next night I do the same thing and hear it again. So I open up the door as send our dogs up (a German Shepherd and a Border Collie), who get to the top of the stairs and immediately turn around and bolt down the stairs.

My stepdad was there that night and quickly ran upstairs after the dogs came down and looked everywhere. There was not a single place he didn't look, there was nothing to be found and the windows were still locked.

Couldn't explain it for years, and the neighbors that moved in after us apparently heard the same footsteps.

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#23

The house I grew up in was about 100 years old by the time my parents bought it. I lived there until I was 16. For as long as I can remember, I saw what I described as "a girl that was pink and see through". I always called her Pam. It's been 10 years since I lived in that house and I still remember her vividly. My dad got a bit weirded out when I would talk about Pam and finally when I was 13, my mom put me in therapy because Pam was still something I brought up regularly. In order to stop my parents from thinking I was crazy, I just stopped talking about Pam completely and went on with life. That was until my parents decided to put the house up for sale when I was 16.

Just two weeks before moving into our new house, I was sleeping, but was woken up by Pam standing in my doorway and pointing into the bathroom that was directly across the hall. All Pam said was "look, my mom." And when I looked to see who she was pointing at, I saw a woman hanging by a cord from the light fixture in the bathroom. I remember the woman looked as though she had been hanging there for a while, when all of a sudden the woman's boot fell off and I abruptly woke up. I ran into my parents room to tell them what happened, and my mom looked at me disappointed because I was taking about Pam again after having kept quiet about her for years. I concluded that it was just a bad dream and went back to bed with no other incidences.

Until a few days later. I was once again asleep, and dreaming that I was woken up by crying coming from the bathroom across the hall. I got out of bed and walked over to see what was going on. At that point, I saw the same woman that was hanging from the bathroom light fixture, sobbing and holding a very real little girl under the water in the bathtub. It was then that I realized that the little girl was the little pink see through girl I had seen my entire life. It was Pam. And she was not moving.

I immediately woke up and I was crying uncontrollably. I was 16 years old, and I ran into my parents room like a 5 year old, and jumped into bed with my mom (my dad was working at the time). I told my mom what had happened and my mom could see how upset I was and was trying to calm me down. At that same moment, the pink and transparent version of Pam walked through the door. I looked at my mom and just whispered "oh my god mom. She's in here" and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified. My mom was speechless. At that point, Pam slowly walked up the side of the bed and began shoving me into my mom. I had never been touched by Pam before. I was screaming and crying and kept yelling "STOP TOUCHING ME!" And all that my mom could reply was "I'm not touching you!" As she was being pushed out of the other side of the bed. After what seemed like forever, Pam stopped and slowly walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, and my mom stayed awake to see what else would happen.

I never spent another night in that house. But, two weeks after we moved out completely, the house caught fire. The entire back side as well as the entire garage burnt. The official cause was "spontaneous combustion". The house that my family lived in for 25 years has since been bought and sold 8 times within 10 years. No one wants to stay in that house, and I really think that Pam is the reason why.

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#24

When I was younger my mom was dating this guy (who we will call JB) and after a few months he invited my mom, me, and my brother to go with him and his son (about my age) out to his lake house for the weekend. It was right on Lake Michigan but up in a more secluded area which was pretty awesome. Well we got up there and for one I already felt really creeped out. It was a smaller two (maybe 3 if you count the really big attic) story house that had the living room/dining room/kitchen on the first floor and had 2 bedrooms on the second floor.

His grandfather had helped to build the place with his (the grandfathers) dad and then he lived there for most of his life working as a tailor in the nearby town. We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that's where JB kept all of that stuff so he didn't have to haul it every time he went out there. Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos, and some full body. Not too out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there.

Me and JB's son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times. Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers. After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Like their body parts weren't moving but they were sliding around the kitchen.

I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing one of them just a few feet from the couch. I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away.

The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the mannequins were in different spots and weren't covered in cobwebs any more….. Don't believe me if you don't want to but it happened and I've been scared s**tless of mannequins ever since.

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#25

Used to be a security guard on a campus that was a military fort since the Revolution. It was updated throughout the years and was last used in WWII, which by then the campus was bristling with artillery and earth/concrete bunkers, as well as many brick and mortar buildings.

When it became a college campus, the barracks, hospital, officer's house, everything was converted to classrooms and dorms.

There was one building on campus, a hotel where students learned bartending and hotel services, that was infamous for being haunted.

My shift was 11PM to 7AM, starting at midnight the last coworker left and I had the entire campus to myself. My job was to make sure everything was locked and lights were off, and to scare off any drunks or potheads trying to get into the old concrete bunkers.

But that hotel. It rarely had living guests.

I would go through the building and turn off all the lights, only to turn around an hour later and see a light on again.

I would stand in the hotel lobby – after patrolling and confirming I was alone – and hear things moving on the floor above me.

I heard a chain dragging across the room above me, then a distant scream.

One night I had another officer with me for once, and as we were talking in the lobby the temperature dropped and we heard a little girl giggling.

In the basement, I would see shadows dart across the conference room.

However, the biggest thing that made me "nope out" was when I was in the lobby and looked up the staircase. I saw a woman's legs with black shoes walk from the right to left on the next floor up… And straight through a wall.

Keep in mind that's just the hotel. It used to be the officer's quarters; stories say an officer died if the flu around WWII, and before that a man was executed during the Revolution for being accused of being a spy. Like most hauntings, however, I do not know how much truth the stories hold.

I didn't even talk about the voices I heard in the basement of the old hospital, or the shadow people wandering the colonial graveyard in the middle of the campus.

Footsteps following me in the darkness faces staring at me from the bunker ruins (all of which I would check and make sure it wasn't just kids trying to hide from me)…

Ah, I miss that place.

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#26

Woke up from an unsettling dream because my wrists were really sore. Turns out my boyfriend-at-the-time had his hands clamped tightly around my wrists because I had full on tried to strangle him in his sleep, and he was trying to get me off his throat. To this day I have no memory or idea why I was strangling him.

TL;DR Tried to strangle past boyfriend in my sleep.

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#27

I had just moved back to my home town after attending an art school for two years. The only apartment I could find was a really dumpy loft over a warehouse for 50 dollars a month. This was in 1971, way before these kind of apartments were cool. This was cheap even for back then and though I wondered a bit about that it wasn't totally out of the norm. It did have tall windows and skylights, so it worked great for a studio.

Since it was a loft it was a big wide open space with the bathroom being the only room. There were two other doors, one to the stairs down to the street and the fire escape door that had one of those fire alarms on it if you go out of it. The bathroom was like a box/cubicle with a shower and sink and toilet.

I had been living there for about a month when one night I woke up and went to use the bathroom. The door had a small slide lock on it and I always locked it out of habit. Just as I was about to leave I heard heavy footsteps walk up to the bathroom door and I watched in horror as the doorknob turned and rattled, shaking the whole door.

It was the first time in my life where I was so scared that I actually felt my body go completely numb. I thought for sure that someone had gotten in and I was now going to be raped and killed. The lock was a little whimpy thing a granny could have broken. The doorknob rattled several more times then something hit the door really hard. I then heard the footsteps walk away and go down the steps. I heard the door to the street open and close, then silence.

I think it took me nearly 30 minutes to get the courage to leave that little bathroom. When I finally did I turned on every light in the place and went to inspect the door to the street. There were three locks on that door, two of them could only be locked from the inside and those were locked. Nothing could have come in or gone out that way. I even checked the fire escape but it was locked in a similar way.

I couldn't sleep the rest of that night.

As it turned out that was the scariest thing to happen in that loft. After that, I would hear footsteps and doors open and close all the time, and a few other not so scary things. That place convinced me and quite a few others that these things were real. I ended up living there for three years and would have stayed longer but the place got sold and the new owners wanted to move into the loft themselves.

They only lived there 2 months before moving out….the pu**ies

#28

October 20th, I came home from class at around 11:30 and no one else was home. I hung out at home for a bit and at 2:30 I was overcome with sleepiness. Being the bum that I am, I laid down in my bed and set a timer on my phone for a 20 minute nap.

I fell asleep quickly and after around five minutes I was woken up by my bedroom door opening and had a split second of panic before my dog jumping up onto my bed and laying down next to me. I fell back asleep.

After another 5 minutes of sleep, I instantly jolted awake because I was certain there was someone standing next to my bed, behind me. I assumed it was my mother, who would likely be pissed that I was sleeping in the middle of the day. I woke and turned around in one movement and there was no one there. Weird.

I checked my phone and had another 8 minutes of sleep left. I went back to sleep only to be woken by my phone ringing. It was my mother. She said that my great-aunt, who had been in the hospital after a stroke-like event for a week, had died around one o'clock.

My mom then said she knew my aunt was going to die today because she had seen a wraith (a sort of ghost, usually warning of someone dying) that morning, my mom is Scottish and very superstitious but I don't believe in any of that. She said that when she woke up that morning to take my brother to school, she went in my room to see if I was still asleep, she saw a wraith standing next to my bed.

My brain s**t itself.

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#29

when me and my sister were 10 and 12 respectively,we shared a room.A stranger came at night and put his arm through the window and cut my hair.In our country, people use hair to bewitch others people.

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#30

I worked at a small town pizza shop during my winter breaks in college. I was good friends with a married couple who picked up occasional shifts to supplement the income from their regular jobs. One time we were swapping spooky stories and they told me about one that had happened just a week earlier. The wife had been spending the evening visiting her sister way out in the country when a heavy snow storm rolled in. The roads were slippery and visibility was terrible as she was driving home. At one point it was so bad she didn't even see the railroad crossing until the lights started flashing and the gate almost crashed onto her hood. Luckily she managed to skid to a stop barely in front of the tracks right before the train came roaring by.

When she got home she was still shaken up and told her husband about the close call with the train and how the gate had almost crashed on the hood of her car.

The next morning her husband told her he wanted to show her something and they went driving out back towards her sister's house until they got to the railroad crossing.

All that was there was an old fashioned crossing sign. There were no lights and no gates.

#31

I was working at a hotel in Albuquerque the graveyard shift. I had been talking to the security guard and he asked if he could get a ride home, so instead of waiting for 30 minutes for my shift to end I just left and left a note for my boss that said I left early because my brother was stranded outside of town and needed me to get him.(total lie on my part but I needed a good excuse to leave early) I drop off the security guard at his place then go home and go to sleep. A couple of hours of sleep and I wake up to my phone ringing..it was my brother…he tells me he is stranded outside of town and he needs me to go get him. I tell my brother the lie I told my boss and how much of a coincidence his calling me is. He says that's not weird he will show me what's weird when I get there. I get there and ask him what is weird. He puts his phone up to my ear and plays a message that he got when he woke up that morning. It's a voice that kinda sounded computerized but mostly just creepy sounding. It says: YOUR STUCK Freaked us both out. Never figured out where the call came from. Strangest creepiest thing that's ever happened to me in my life.

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#32

A friend of mine's house burnt to the ground when I was younger, and his family moved across the street in a house that they rented for a bit.

The basement in said rented house was unfinished, so being middle schoolers we decided we would use the basement to ride skateboards and scooters.

So after one night of skateboarding, we head upstairs to watch scary movies and pass out. Neither of his parents nor his sister was home (went to his grandparents for the night if I remember correctly)

As we were getting close to sleep, we hear something hit the ground really hard on the concrete of the basement, so being dumb teenagers we decide to investigate.

As we open the door to the basement and peer down, we just see a skateboard floating mid air. We sit and watch for a few seconds and then it drops suddenly, and very violently.

Needless to say, we packed our s**t up and sprinted back to my house. Not much sleeping happened that night. His family moved out soon after and we tend to avoid that house as much as possible.

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#33

My family owns a decent sized horse boarding facility, and when we first had it going we used to do bed check as a family. Bed check is just making sure all the lights and fans were off as well as looking at the horses for injuries and if they had blankets during the winter. Well we had just got back from eating out and it was a moonless night during fall. As we stepped out of the truck this large light gray mass stood up and took off loping towards our pastures. It was about the size of a single cab pick up truck. It made no noises other than it hitting the ground as it ran. The only other proof that it was real to us was the horses that were turned out that night screamed and stampeded across the pasture it had jumped into. We did a double count of all the horses that night and not a single one was missing. I still have yet to see it again, and I hope I never do or at least there is some explanation for it.

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#34

In my childhood home I would often hear touch typing coming from the computer downstairs early in the mornings. I didn't think much of it at first – my parents worked from home and it wouldn't be uncommon to wake up in the morning to hear Mum typing away at the computer.

One day I got up and called out to Mum assuming she was down there working as I could hear typing. No answer. No one was down there at all. I was sure I heard typing. This began happening regularly. I figured I was so used to hearing typing from downstairs that I was hearing things that weren't there, so I didn't mention anything to anyone figuring I was going a bit crazy.

This happened on and off over a period of 6 months. The sound of fast typing and fast, furious clicking of a mouse as if someone was frustrated.

One morning I was eating my breakfast when I heard Mum at the top of the stairs call out to me, "You're not down there on that computer already?!" I froze and ran out to her. I was amazed she had heard it too; she was convinced she could hear typing, yet no one was down there. I told her about all the times I'd been hearing it and then my sister opened up about hearing it regularly too when no one was down there. I wasn't crazy after all.

I set out to try catch whatever was causing it and to try discover a rational explanation for it. I'd sprint out of my bedroom, to the top of the stairs where I was able to look down into the room to see if anyone was at the computer. No such luck; every time I got there it stopped.

I think it went on for a couple of years and we learnt just to kind of live with it as it wasn't every day.

I was down there once when the ceiling light globe in the center of the room began flashing very fast, strobe-like. It then exploded and glass went shattering all across the room. I was lucky I ran out of the room when it started happening because I was scared (the whole mysterious typing, you know). If I hadn't ran I would've been hit with bits of light bulb.

Around that same time I was on the computer at home by myself when something happened that resulted in me never being alone in that room again. I felt and heard this really sharp intake of breath directly behind my right shoulder near my ear. I've never ran so fast in my life and was hesitant going in that room ever again. Prior to that, the whole typing thing had just been something weird and a bit spooky – not scary. Still makes my heart race when I think about it today.

Have never really encountered anything like this before or since all those events. I don't particularly believe ghosts either but I'm open to the possibilities of "something" in which scientists don't have a proper explanation for yet.

TL;DR Ghost was a proficient touch-typer who had a breathing problem.

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#35

I was in first grade, hanging out at recess with a friend. He was shooting some hoops outside and I was playing DS, sitting on the pavement. I remember him asking me if he could make a shot from halfway across the court. I told him he could try but he probably wouldn't make it while looking at my DS. Suddenly, my dad asks me what I mean, and when I look up I'm sitting on my living room carpet, talking to my dad, and it's dark out. I was sitting in the same position, playing the same game, same level, and same exact spot in the level. Everything continued normally that night, and I didn't tell anyone at the time, but looking back it is really freaky. I thought it was a dream for the longest time, but thinking about it it didn't really feel like a dream, and I don't really remember dreams that well.

TL;DR: Teleported through space and time once

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#36

I dreamed that a candle or something tipped over and lit me on fire. The fire began to cover my arm and back, so I rolled and eventually woke up really freaked out. I woke my wife up and told her about it, then went back to sleep. The next morning I got a phone call telling me that my father was in the hospital after his shirt caught fire and burned his arm and back rather badly. He was in a different time zone, so he was awake cooking when it happened, which was around the same time I dreamed myself catching fire.

Not so scary, but those are some long odds that my father would catch fire and I dream about it at the same time.

#37

There's really only one thing I really have that I can't fully explain (other than sheer coincidence). Probably close to a decade ago, when I was 18-19 or somewhere around there, I woke up in the middle of the night with this crazy pain in my side, near my hip. It stuck around for about 20-25 minutes before finally going away. I managed to get back to sleep and all was well. I found out a couple days afterwards that my grandmother had recently fell and broke her hip on that same night, not long before the time I woke up with my pain. That was definitely a "huh, that's weird" moment.

#38

When I was young, I figured out a 'trick' to stop nightmares. Once I realized I was really scared, I'd stop and start screaming as loud as possible. This worked wonders.

But one night, I was being chased by a humanoid monster, black robes with a white skeleton-esque face. I realized I was scared, stopped, started screaming, and felt myself wake up. But I almost immediately fell back asleep, and he was there staring at me and said 'That won't work this time'.

Promptly s**t myself and woke up. I don't use that technique anymore. Brains are a**holes.

#39

When I was about 5-6, we were living in a rented house that seemed normal enough, but strange things started to happen shortly after we moved in.

My older brother liked doing these huge 500 piece puzzles and he would put them together on the floor of our bedroom and they started getting messed up during the night. Everyone naturally assumed it was me but it wasn't. Not long after that began, I started to have really bad nightmares about a woman in her early 20's. She was in a white cotton nightgown with violet flowers on it, she had long, wavy, tangled black hair and was swaying from the ceiling light and she would stare at me with a look of pure hatred. It got so bad that my parents took me to a therapist who said I was having night terrors.

About a month after the night terrors started, we moved to another house suddenly, my parents claimed it was because they found a house closer to my dads work, and just like that, the night terrors stopped and my brothers puzzles were being left intact.

It wasn't until 15 years later, visiting the family, that I found out the truth. My mother was talking to one of our neighbors about my night terrors and she said that another family with a little girl rented the place a few years before us and she had the exact same nightmares, right down to the nightgown with the "pretty purple flowers." The neighbor also mentioned that no one seemed to stay in that house for more than a year. My mom thought that was too much of a coincidence so she started asking around and found out from an older couple in the neighborhood that a young woman had killed herself in the house in the early 60's. (my experience took place in the mid 80's)

My mother went to the library and looked through the microfiche and found the news articles. It turns out that the girl (in her early 20's) had mental health issues and was being cared for by her parents had gone into that room in the middle of the night and hung herself by the ceiling light! I never got to see the picture they had of the girl in the paper, but my mom said she had long, wavy black hair. I'll never forget her eyes burning through me and her face distorted in silent rage.

#40

I was about 12 years old and staying at my grandparents house after my aunts wedding. The house itself wasn't very big, and was the same house that my mother and her brothers/sisters lived in growing up. After the wedding reception was over, my mom wanted to take me back to my grandparents for the night so all of the adults could go out and get a couple more drinks. When we arrived at the house, my mother and I both could very faintly hear a baby crying with a woman trying to comfort the baby. Now the house isn't very big, so you could hear pretty much any noise in any point of the house. Our initial thoughts were that someone forgot to turn off one of the TVs in the house, so we both walked around the house trying to find the tv that was left on. To our surprise not a single tv or radio was left on, but the volume of the woman and the baby remained constant. It didn't matter which room we were in, if we were in the basement or the the landing, the volume of the lady and the baby was always the same. This of course scared the s**t out of me as I never believed in ghosts before this happened, but there was no other explanation for it.

Now my mother was a little freaked out as well, but she had a bar to get to. She then just told me that it was nothing and got in her car and left me alone in the ghost house. I immediately turned the tv on with the volume set as high as possible without busting my ear drums. I was exhausted but drank pop to not let my body fall asleep and give this thing an opportunity to attack me. My parents showed up a couple hours later to a kid all wired on sugar just staring at the TV screen.

I later told my aunt, who grew up in that house, the story and she was ecstatic. She has always claimed that she heard a woman and baby in that house growing up but nobody believed her.

Ever since that day, I believe that something like ghosts exists to some degree. It doesn't matter how much evidence or data that people show me claiming ghosts don't exist, I know what I heard and it gives me chills just thinking about it. At least mine was pretty nice and didn't break glass and other s**t like some of these stories.

#41

I used to work doing maintenance at historic properties. There was a historic house museum I worked at when it wasn't open to the public. It was part of a whole landmark site, there was a visitor's center with offices and then the house was about half a mile up a dirt road in a wooded area. Sometimes I worked with a crew, but there were a lot of times I was there alone. One winter day, when it was really cloudy and dark, I was working alone to get ready to replace some electric work on the exterior of the house. I went inside and turned off the circuit to the whole property, and I tested it. It was off. I locked the doors and went outside to work. After about an hour, I got down from my ladder and started walking around the house and then one of the lights inside the house TURNED ON. I started to freak out, but thought that maybe someone was playing a joke on me… I called the visitor's center on my walkie-talkie, and confirmed that the only other person who was working that day was still there and hadn't left, and that all the keys to the house were present and accounted for. That's when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office. I made my coworker come back with me to check out what was going on, but when we got to the house, the light was off again- but the bulb was still warm. All the doors were still locked and the circuit was still off. Still gives me shivers to this day.

tl;dr: light turns on by itself in old house when the electricity is off, which is literally impossible and super spooky

#42

A couple weeks ago I was driving between Roswell, NM and Albuquerque, NM about an hour out of Roswell at like 2 AM. I remember thinking "I'm so tired if something doesn't wake my a** up I'm pulling over and sleeping in my car until morning." Next thing I know, everything is green. This giant green fireball just shoots right over my car showering sparks everywhere. I panic and almost swerve off the road but I saw it hit the ground about a mile away. So I think "holy f**k, a meteorite! That was huge too! How did I not notice it behind me?" The next day after I was rested, I was thinking about it and remembering how green it was, and so u decided to Google "green meteor" and this was the first result https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_fireballs

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#43

This incident happened with my friend. He was once visiting his relatives in a semi-rural town in India. During summers, the people usually preferred to sleep on the roofs of their houses on a cot. So that's what he did. All was normal, he spread his coat on the roof and fell asleep. Then in the middle of the night, he wakes up to see five women, wearing white sarees ( a type of Indian clothing), hair untied, and dancing in circles on the neighboring house's rooftop. He was scared s**t less and spent the rest of the night awake under the sheets with his face hidden.

PS: A white saree like this is a sort of symbol of female ghosts in Indian urban legends.

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#44

When I was a little girl, my grandma frequently would take me to antique shops with her. Usually we just looked and learned about the items, but one of the times she bought me a pair of twin dolls that I fell in love with. One was a boy and one was a girl. They were extremely old, and their skin was made of what the shop keeper called "The first plastic ever made". I'm not sure on the accuracy of that statement, but anyway, I loved them and played with them daily- always taking care to be gentle so they would stay in decent condition.

One evening I was playing with them and my mom called me down to dinner. I tucked the little boy doll underneath my covers to put him to bed, kissed him, and ran downstairs. I loved him especially because I never had a "boy" doll before. After dinner, I went back upstairs to play in my room.

Forgetting that he was tucked under my covers, I took a running leap and belly flopped on my bed. Underneath the covers came a loud, long, mechanical sounding voice that yelped painfully "Maamaaaaaaa!"

I pulled the covers back to find my boy doll, and I was perplexed because I had never known him to have a voice box. I squeezed him again several times in varying degrees to get him to say it again, and nothing happened. I calmly asked my mom if she could get his voice box to work and explained what happened. She and my dad both tried and nothing worked. He stayed quiet. As an adult I haven't been able to get him to work again.

I posted this picture on an antique subreddit under a different account asking if it would have a voice box and was told that they were too old to have that feature. (http://i.imgur.com/nVxrKeB.jpg) Does anyone else know differently? I've always wondered about this. Also, the dolls skin has deteriorated now, leaving them mostly armless.

On a side note that is probably unrelated, when I was sixteen my best friend and I played a Ouji board at her house. I had long forgotten about my doll and the sound it made, and had only told my parents on the day it happened.

We made "contact" with a young spirit who said he was eight years old. When we asked him how he died he said he drowned. Suddenly, he moved the planchette to "Goodbye".

We asked him why he was leaving and he spelled out "Rusty". Rusty was the name of my best friend's dog, who had just been let inside by her mom. We told him that it was okay, Rusty was nice and that he could stay. We asked him a few more questions and he answered them, but then Rusty walked in the room.

The planchette started moving quickly to "M" then "A", back and forth. Spelling "Mama Mama Mama Mama." It wouldn't stop until we lifted our fingers away.

#45

Mine story was more like a glitch in the matrix but still was pretty creepy. Im really sceptical when it comes to various paranormal activities, but one thing happened couple of years ago that I can't rationally explain. So my father was picking me up from airport, we got into car, we started driving home. Then I remembered I left my small bag in airport toilet so we went back, parked our car at guarded multi-level parking, we locked it obviously(even if we didnt, it locks itself after 30 sec.) When we came back, we found a tiny basket with raspberries in it, on a driver seat. My father was seating there 4 minutes ago, obviously, we had no idea how the hell did they appear there. He didnt buy them, i didnt bring them with me. There was only one entrance to the parking(guarded by parking guard) and he said nobody entered or left when we were gone. This story is now legendary among my family and nobody can explain it. Sorry for my english, not my first language obviously.

#46

I was reading the book Think and Grow Rich. In the book it says something along the lines of how you might notice something weird as you read it.

Anyways, I decided to bring the book to read it at a coffee shop downtown. I was reading a paragraph about a parent with a deaf child. At that very moment a child sat down near me. I didn't think much about it until his mother came over and started doing sign language with him.

#47

So, I was staying at my aunt's house in Mexico. My cousin's room had two beds so I slept in there. I remember not being able to sleep well and I had a bit of pain coming from my thighs. I had sweatpants on and somehow had scratches on my inner thighs. Almost like a bunch of cat scratches. My aunt came in and searched the bed for anything but never found anything that could've scratched me. She also noticed that I had a bit of bruising on my neck, as if someone had tried to choke me. It was just me and my cousin…definitely freaked me out and I rarely ever go visit my aunt anymore. If I do, I stay for a few minutes only.

#48

I was home alone for a weekend a few years ago while I was still in highschool. After school one day I was driving home, and when I passed in front of my house I thought I saw some old lady in white clothes in my sisters room looking through the window. I thought it was stupid, so I went in the room to check out what it actually was, but I couldn't find anything. I pretty much forgot about it until later that night I got a call from a very panicked and scared neighbor saying there was some old lady pacing back and forth in my sister's room. I still have no idea what it was, and I've never seen anything like it since.

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#49

This wasn't me, but I saw it happen and it made me question my non-belief of the supernatural.

Last time I was in New Orleans, I took a couple friends to the Marie Laveau Voodoo Museum, which my friend Jessica was not too impressed by. Later that day we were walking back to the airBNB apartment we had rented and wandered past a house that had one of those historic location plaques on it. Turns out that house had been Marie Laveau's father's house. As we're all standing out front of this house, Jessica is complaining about how s**tty she thought the museum was and her brand new Galaxy S5 went flying out of her hands and landed a good 5 feet away, totally destroyed. I was looking right at her when it happened – she didn't trip, she wasn't wildly throwing her arms around. There was no explanation for why her phone would have taken a leap like that. Also, it wasn't just a little scratched up like it had been dropped. It looked like it had exploded from within.

#50

Pretty sure I lived in a haunted house for a while. Strange things.

For one I always felt like I was being watched in my room, and if I had the door open to the hallway I would SWEAR I'd see someone walk by out of the corner of my eye.

We had two cats and someones they'd be in my room sleeping and then all of a sudden they would sit bolt up and stare at the door, and nothing I did could move them for a long time. This happened often.

One day in my bathroom the shelf that had my sister's beauty stuff randomly lost hold of all of the items. The thing was the shelf wasn't loose or hanging and all the stuff had to bounce out of a two inch high lip into the sink.

One time in the middle of the night my sister's 100+ year old dresser she got as a gift from our grandma just "fell" over. This thing weighed a ton and it was built like a tank. Sister said she heard the sound of someone pushing.

Mom and sister used to yell at me for sneaking around the house…only I wasn't home or I was in my room. They said they saw a man in shadows that was about my height.

One day we also ran into the old owner and my Mom casually asked the lady if she had ever experienced anything in the house. The lady started crying and said no one believed her but yes, she experienced a lot of stuff.

I moved out around that time. I do not miss that place.

#51

So a few years back, probably 6-7 years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked. She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside. It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house. Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn't smell anything nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed.

The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in their home. Which could have been just coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of.

There is actually a few stories that are pretty supernatural that I have about my family, but this is the shortest one to be honest.

#52

Seven years ago I lived in a two story farmhouse. It was built in 1908 and was both large and old. I was packing clothes and putting them in a small unused bedroom. I was wearing my MP3 player and [the last time I checked] it showed three fourths battery life.

I was on my fourth [or so] trip and was hauling a load of shirts on hangers. It occurred to me the closet was empty too, "Perfect, I'll just hang 'em back up in there". This closet was almost a second room. It had a short glossy wooden door. The area of was thrice as long as wide, with hardwood floors. The lacquer still smelled, even though I'm sure it was fresh a hundred years ago. I ducked fully inside and thought, "This is a weird little place to be." Suddenly, the music doubled in volume and changed to something that WASN'T music. It was like … I don't even know … rapid nonsense. Fast electronic babbling. It scared the entire F**K out of me. I flew straight out, looked at my player and it was dead.

I'm a pretty rational guy, that mp3 player would sometimes show more battery life than it actually had, it's done that before. And maybe the sounds were some sort of malfunction before shutting down. I don't really believe in ghosts, but I'm telling you… it shocked and frightened me to the core. My skin felt electric for an hour after. I never felt comfortable in that room again.

TL;DR: Entered a creepy closet, MP3 player screamed gibberish and died.

#53

After my grandpa died my grandma said she could feel someone getting into bed with her nearly every night, but we didn't believe her. One night I was watching TV in the living room trying to fall asleep when I heard footsteps in the hallway leading to my grandma's bedroom. I looked out into the hallway and couldn't see anyone, and this happened for probably a minute. Immediately after the footsteps stopped the TV turned off. I stayed awake for another hour or so but didn't hear anything after that.

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#54

My ex wife and I bought an older house, 1930's. We were renovating and had put some baseboards into the basement, painted them and left them to dry overnight. We looked at them the next morning and it looked like someone had taken a sharp knife and dug it in down the entire length of two of the baseboards, almost 8 feet each. The "blade" had gouged through the new paint, old paint, primer and right down to the wood. It was just the two of us in the house.

#55

I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and heard the words "I love you." And then my boyfriend goes: "I love you too." I was so utterly confused, I wasn't the one who said "I love you." My mouth was shut. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sound being produced, but I wasn't the one who did it, and he wasn't either. It sounded like a feminine voice. It sounded like it came from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us. It was creepy as hell. I still think about it.

#56

TL;DR- that sinking feeling you get when you think someone unseen is watching you, isn't always wrong.

Hunter/mountaineer here. It was a chilly December morning. I hiked in, pre-dawn, taking about an hour and a half to go 3 miles off the beaten trails. Got to my "nest" about half an hour before sunrise and started to settle in. The wind kicked up and a fog rolled in that was thicker than milk. Within a few minutes, my visibility was 5'. I'm sitting tight, huddled up against the freezing wind when I start to hear twigs snapping close to me. For no apparent reason, what is normally a rapturous sound indicative of an imminently successful hunt, sent a frosty chill down my spine. I chambered a round in my lever action 30-30 as quietly as I could, and lay flat on my back tucked against a fallen tree. The rustling was moving closer through the fog, but I couldn't see anything.

The sun was starting to peek over the mountains to my east and visibility was starting to increase. The rustling of twigs and leaves was sporadic, sometimes directly in front of me, sometimes behind or beside me. I remember laying there, rifle across my chest, thinking to myself how silly it was to react like such a coward. I rationed with myself that bears and mountain lions are a rarity where I was, and I had likely stumbled into a herd of white-tail that had bedded down. I decided to sit up. The rustling stopped immediately. As it was fully dawn by now, I was looking through the fog for the outline of my prey, which I had assured myself was literally all around me. It wasn't. Seemingly, nothing was. By now, the fog had faded away and it was apparent to me that I was alone in those woods.

I hunted all that day without seeing so much as a squirrel. Around 3 in the afternoon, after fighting the wind and an abnormally cold day, and not wanting to hike out by flashlight, I decided it was time to start back to the truck. Walking out of those woods was the most uneasy I have ever felt. Lawfully, once you make it back to the trail, you're supposed to clear the chamber of your rifle. Not that day. What is normally a stroll through the woods, I undertook with the seriousness of an animal being stalked. I would walk, then stop and listen. I never heard or saw anything during my retreat, but I could feel eyes on me.

I was about 100 feet away from my truck, when I rounded the last corner and saw, hanging at eye level from a tree by a noose, a stuffed bear in a blaze orange jacket. I'm a giant, broad shouldered outdoorsman, but that one shook me something fierce.

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