Paranormal experiences and story

[Azhurie_Mythephan]

1. I went into the kitchen one time years ago. It was a couple of weeks after my cat had passed, and something suddenly fell from the fridge and startled me. I looked up, and saw my deceased cat standing there, right on top of the fridge for just a second before he vanished. I immediately screamed the words, "what the fuck!", and my mother overheard me and asked what was wrong. I told her that I just saw him up there, and she said that she would check the cameras. We had set them up a couple months prior. The footage showed the events as they happened, but when I screamed those words in them, the footage flashed white, crackled, and screeched. We were on edge for days after that.
2. When I was in my early teens, I went to my now deceased grandpa's house with my mother to help him clean up his house and organise hide basement. Mother and I worked hard to get the upstairs cleaned, and then went into the basement to organise things into labeled storage bins. We start going through a specific box full of affects from a deceased family member who fought and died in a war a long time ago(can't remember which war), and my grandpa jokingly asks me, if you can't move around the heavy stuff, then why are you here?", to which I replied, "I'm here for emotional support.", at which point, my mother, grandpa, and I start to hear voices coming from upstairs immediately after. My mother asked if it was the television, because he lived in the middle of nowhere, and we knew there were no visitors. He told us that it was "just the spooks actin' up." The voices were conversing with each other on the main level. They sent me up to check, and my mother came along. The television was off, and there was nobody else there. I always felt that his house felt a little bit eerie when I went up, so I never wanted to go up and spend the night, but I would come out with my mother and help him occasionally. On another occasion at grandpa's house, the keys on the wall lifted themself up and floated up into the air before slapping back down onto the wall while we were watching.

 

[sleepandeatallday]

1. I went into the kitchen one time years ago. It was a couple of weeks after my cat had passed, and something suddenly fell from the fridge and startled me. I looked up, and saw my deceased cat standing there, right on top of the fridge for just a second before he vanished. I immediately screamed the words, "what the fuck!", and my mother overheard me and asked what was wrong. I told her that I just saw him up there, and she said that she would check the cameras. We had set them up a couple months prior. The footage showed the events as they happened, but when I screamed those words in them, the footage flashed white, crackled, and screeched. We were on edge for days after that.
2. When I was in my early teens, I went to my now deceased grandpa's house with my mother to help him clean up his house and organise hide basement. Mother and I worked hard to get the upstairs cleaned, and then went into the basement to organise things into labeled storage bins. We start going through a specific box full of affects from a deceased family member who fought and died in a war a long time ago(can't remember which war), and my grandpa jokingly asks me, if you can't move around the heavy stuff, then why are you here?", to which I replied, "I'm here for emotional support.", at which point, my mother, grandpa, and I start to hear voices coming from upstairs immediately after. My mother asked if it was the television, because he lived in the middle of nowhere, and we knew there were no visitors. He told us that it was "just the spooks actin' up." The voices were conversing with each other on the main level. They sent me up to check, and my mother came along. The television was off, and there was nobody else there. I always felt that his house felt a little bit eerie when I went up, so I never wanted to go up and spend the night, but I would come out with my mother and help him occasionally. On another occasion at grandpa's house, the keys on the wall lifted themself up and floated up into the air before slapping back down onto the wall while we were watching.

maybe your pet cat wanted to visit one last time before moving on? I have heard stories of that.

 

[Azhurie_Mythephan]

There was also the time when my younger brother went into the woods with his friend and started screaming at nothing for fun, and then they heard a screeching noise of a demonic sort, and they bolted home as fast as they could. One time while I was visiting my grandma's house and was rudely awakened by a really tall shadow man with glowing eyes, who was sucking on my toes. I managed to say the word, "stop", through my terror, and then he stopped and walked out the door. I immediately got off the bed and turned the light on. My toes were covered in black sludge from its mouth, and it didn't disappear until I washed it down the drain. I didn't go back to sleep after that and stayed up until the next day, when I got to go home, and then I slept that night in my own bed, waking up the next morning, still in my own bed.

 

[sleepandeatallday]

There was also the time when my younger brother went into the woods with his friend and started screaming at nothing for fun, and then they heard a screeching noise of a demonic sort, and they bolted home as fast as they could. One time while I was visiting my grandma's house and was rudely awakened by a really tall shadow man with glowing eyes, who was sucking on my toes. I managed to say the word, "stop", through my terror, and then he stopped and walked out the door. I immediately got off the bed and turned the light on. My toes were covered in black sludge from its mouth, and it didn't disappear until I washed it down the drain. I didn't go back to sleep after that and stayed up until the next day, when I got to go home, and then I slept that night in my own bed, waking up the next morning, still in my own bed.

ok....I have a feeling that paranormal experiences are far more common for you....
do you perhaps live in a haunted or creepy area?

 

[Azhurie_Mythephan]

I used to live in a haunted apartment, and things would fly through the hallway, like full bottles of laundry detergent, or baskets of clothes. My mother even complained that something touched her when she was trying to get to sleep there once. Someone actually had died there once. Now, I live in a nicer area, though it's still haunted. There's a railroad nearby and someone got hit by a train, and also a burned down shack in the woods with ancient medicine bottles(ancient means it is at least 100 years old) and baby bottles which have designs that went out of style in the late 1800's. My mother said something just the other day about something rubbing her shoulder when she was about to fall asleep and then flipping the blanket up off of her legs. She checked to see if it was my little brother who sleeps in a small bed next to hers, and she saw that he was asleep. That boy always says that there's something in that room, and a couple days before, he ran out of the room terrified at night because something grabbed him in the dark while he was trying to get to sleep. He says that there's a monster under his bed that looks like a dark black man.(not the best choice of words, but those are the ones he used.) That room sometimes smells like cigarettes, even though nobody has ever smoked in the house.

 

[Shiriru_B]

I got one, it's short but I find it a bit creepy still, during the time I was in a hospital when it was passed midnight I was walking through the hall, why with what reason would I do that well the biggest reason was because I had a habit of closing the visitors door that didn't shut properly because of the stupid door latch that sometimes didn't close right when people would go through it.

Anyway it was after that when I was on my way back I had passed the restroom, it's door was slightly open but when I passed it, it had suddenly slammed shut frightening me pretty badly, it took me a while to close in using the torch, I had knocked onto the door asking if anyone was there and after no reply I opened it with my body close to it because the door was heavy, after seeing nothing and turning on the lights, it was completely empty.

I'll let you know now but the palliative care unit(hospice) was only a couple steps away from me.

 

[sleepandeatallday]

I got one, it's short but I find it a bit creepy still, during the time I was in a hospital when it was passed midnight I was walking through the hall, why with what reason would I do that well the biggest reason was because I had a habit of closing the visitors door that didn't shut properly because of the stupid door latch that sometimes didn't close right when people would go through it.

Anyway it was after that when I was on my way back I had passed the restroom, it's door was slightly open but when I passed it, it had suddenly slammed shut frightening me pretty badly, it took me a while to close in using the torch, I had knocked onto the door asking if anyone was there and after no reply I opened it with my body close to it because the door was heavy, after seeing nothing and turning on the lights, it was completely empty.

I'll let you know now but the palliative care unit(hospice) was only a couple steps away from me.

pretty creepy.

 

[Dawnathon]

Not my paranormal experience, but I was involved with it. We had a two story house and my dad swears that one year, on three separate occasions, me and my two sisters separately walked downstairs into the living room and stared blankly at nothing as we murmured and mumbled incoherently. It was a separate night for each of us, but we all did it, and our glossolalia was in a cadence that made sense even if our words didn't. like we were speaking to and responding to him, just with dreary, slurred speech, always acting the same no matter which of us was doing it.

I have absolutely zero memory of this happening and it definitely wasn't something I ever spoke about with the sisters. No clue what happened there, but from the way our dad talked about it, you'd think we were possessed. The weirdest part for me is how if we were sleepwalking, we all managed to do it without stumbling or tripping on the stairs. I've heard of a lot of cases where people sleepwalked their way into a tumble down a staircase, sometimes with nasty results. None of us are also known to have ever been sleepwalkers before or since. It was just strange recurrences that one year.

Maybe the old man was making it up or he dreamt it, but I don't know. He spoke worriedly to our doctor about it at least once, so he was committed to the bit if it was one. It's not like there's much we children could have done if we were getting possessed.

 

[AliceMoonvale]

Think my only weird or creepy experiences is what my doctor calls Hypnagogic & Hypnopompic hallucinations. Things I get before or after sleep. I essentially hallucinate the sounds of something crashing, loud door knocking, my mother calling my name, but I'm all alone and nothing obviously caused those sounds. I'm very used to it now, more so annoying than scary at this point. lol

 

[CinnaSloth]

I'm unsure how to start this because I've been around strange, and odd events, or what others would call paranormal, all my life. I feel as though it's my average Thursday. I have a lot of stories, some I feel as though, at the time, I was either hallucinating, or under too much stress maybe. -or more likely creating things in my mind like any other kid with an overactive imagination. But like most stories out there, I'll just drop them here, and let you decide.
As a kid, in a more Latin based area, we had folktales most people had probably heard of by now: La Llorona, El Cucuy, and Siguanaba.
As an adult, I’ve come to know a bit more about the ghosts, and creatures haunting the Italian country-sides where I live now.

Spoiler: Missing people

I lived in an area a bit smaller than a city, but much larger than an average town, split by a wide river with two main bridges. It wasn’t a strong river, and it wasn’t very deep; More polluted if anything, leaving a lot of dead, rotten trees hovering around it. Despite that, people would still often go swimming in it, or bathe. -or drown. On occasion police would find bags of drowned animals, or someone who’d been shot, or stabbed, sometimes floating down stream from another city. It became such an often occurrence, after a while, that police would begin walking along the river’s edge every morning, and again before every night.
People would often go missing for days at a time. The surrounding areas were mountains, hills, and deserts filled with snakes, spider pits, coyotes, wolves, wild dogs, and caverns. Adults would often tell us not to go wandering off, yelling at us if we went climbing into the mountains overlooking the old cemeteries in the outskirts.
At night, looking out into the darkness, it wouldn’t be strange to see lights waving around; People still searching for lost kids, or missing relatives, friends, or pets. Wails of weeping mothers, and frustrated screams of grieving fathers would echo around the mountains, more so, when those missing would reappear near, or floating within the river.
I should add, our town/city, because of the way the river split our city in two (technically three), there was a divide between the two halves. North side didn’t agree with South side in many ways, and south side didn’t like the way North side ran things (North side having more of the federal/ state buildings). Kids were quick to judge other kids for being from across the bridge, and the youngest adults would start bar fights, or their own kinds of I guess gang wars.
As a kid, you’d believe the stories of ghosts and creatures carrying off kids, and elderly people.
Being an adult, its probably more accurate to say fights got out of hand, and things escalated between north, and south pretty drastically. That, and people could have probably ended up falling into pits, and ravines, getting injured, lost, or eaten by wildlife.
At the same time also explaining (At least in my town):
The wailing woman, La Llorona, who’d drown kids. Probably just a grieving mother looking for someone..
The boogeyman, who’d kidnap people in the dead of night, El Cucuy. Probably someone from the opposing sides of town who felt slighted, breaking, and entering into someone else’s home..
But.. as for La Siguanaba, the woman with the calavara of a dead horse. I.. can’t explain that one.

Spoiler: La Siguanaba

People (drunk people) would often say they saw her wandering the areas between the two bridges. She was beautiful, and sexy with long black hair.. until her face would melt, and the skull of a dead horse would stare at them with spite, and hate, as she tried to throw them over the edge of the bridge, or chase them if they ran.
Police would say they saw her standing at the edge of the river before disappearing behind one of the thin, dead trees.
Others would swear they saw her standing in their doorways, staring in, or haunt their nightmares.
I only ever saw her once. Being the brat I was, I’d stayed out with friends, one of our mutual friends had gotten some video games for Christmas, and we’d constantly swing by to play together after school. My friends had gone, and I’d stayed a bit late, saying goodbye once it had gotten dark. Walking home, I had to cross a small hill. It wasn’t horrible, just a giant mound of open dirt; Moles, and mosquitoes mostly, but it was right beside the river. Either that, or I go around, and into some really dark streets. We didn’t have many street lights.
At the other end of the hill was one side of the bridge, and at the other end of the bridge, on the north side was a woman. Dressed in black, she had long hair, and porcelain skin which was strange because most people around the area were either olive skinned, or darker. She didn’t blink, or wave or, move, just stood. My dad, and the boys I hung around with had taught me: if I ever felt scared, or worried whenever coming face to face with anyone you don’t feel comfortable around, just give a small nod. It signifies that you have no beef with them, no fight, and that you want no trouble, like a sign of respect. I nodded slowly, and she nodded back.
I didn’t exactly want to turn my back on her, but I did need to walk away from the bridge to go home, and I think walking backwards would have been a bit disrespectful even if she wasn’t an evil spirit. I did look back twice. The first time she looked the same, just watching me from the other side of the bridge. The second time, I was further away, and I don’t know if it was just because she looked smaller in the distance, or because of the lighting, and shadows, I don’t know.. but her face looked longer, and her hair looked more ragged, like antlers, or horns. I didn’t bother to hangout. I turned the corner and ran home.
I remember having nightmares for a while, and seeing shadows moving across the street at night, but for a long time it just felt like a dream. I can’t really say if what happened that night was real, or not, but I do remember drawing her face, and seeing the horror in some of my friends faces when I showed them. I could probably find the drawing, along with all my ancient notebooks, and journals (saying diaries sounds stupid at my age lol), but I’d have to go back to my mother’s old home in the states, and we haven’t exactly see eye to eye in.. like never.

Anyway, I think this is long enough-
I have plenty more, if not dozens more stories; Some more haunting than others, and some less so, but let me know what you think of these two. I'm always willing to share more scary stories about my childhood, army life, or present time.

 

[sleepandeatallday]

I'm unsure how to start this because I've been around strange, and odd events, or what others would call paranormal, all my life. I feel as though it's my average Thursday. I have a lot of stories, some I feel as though, at the time, I was either hallucinating, or under too much stress maybe. -or more likely creating things in my mind like any other kid with an overactive imagination. But like most stories out there, I'll just drop them here, and let you decide.
As a kid, in a more Latin based area, we had folktales most people had probably heard of by now: La Llorona, El Cucuy, and Siguanaba.
As an adult, I’ve come to know a bit more about the ghosts, and creatures haunting the Italian country-sides where I live now.

Spoiler: Missing people

I lived in an area a bit smaller than a city, but much larger than an average town, split by a wide river with two main bridges. It wasn’t a strong river, and it wasn’t very deep; More polluted if anything, leaving a lot of dead, rotten trees hovering around it. Despite that, people would still often go swimming in it, or bathe. -or drown. On occasion police would find bags of drowned animals, or someone who’d been shot, or stabbed, sometimes floating down stream from another city. It became such an often occurrence, after a while, that police would begin walking along the river’s edge every morning, and again before every night.
People would often go missing for days at a time. The surrounding areas were mountains, hills, and deserts filled with snakes, spider pits, coyotes, wolves, wild dogs, and caverns. Adults would often tell us not to go wandering off, yelling at us if we went climbing into the mountains overlooking the old cemeteries in the outskirts.
At night, looking out into the darkness, it wouldn’t be strange to see lights waving around; People still searching for lost kids, or missing relatives, friends, or pets. Wails of weeping mothers, and frustrated screams of grieving fathers would echo around the mountains, more so, when those missing would reappear near, or floating within the river.
I should add, our town/city, because of the way the river split our city in two (technically three), there was a divide between the two halves. North side didn’t agree with South side in many ways, and south side didn’t like the way North side ran things (North side having more of the federal/ state buildings). Kids were quick to judge other kids for being from across the bridge, and the youngest adults would start bar fights, or their own kinds of I guess gang wars.
As a kid, you’d believe the stories of ghosts and creatures carrying off kids, and elderly people.
Being an adult, its probably more accurate to say fights got out of hand, and things escalated between north, and south pretty drastically. That, and people could have probably ended up falling into pits, and ravines, getting injured, lost, or eaten by wildlife.
At the same time also explaining (At least in my town):
The wailing woman, La Llorona, who’d drown kids. Probably just a grieving mother looking for someone..
The boogeyman, who’d kidnap people in the dead of night, El Cucuy. Probably someone from the opposing sides of town who felt slighted, breaking, and entering into someone else’s home..
But.. as for La Siguanaba, the woman with the calavara of a dead horse. I.. can’t explain that one.

Spoiler: La Siguanaba

People (drunk people) would often say they saw her wandering the areas between the two bridges. She was beautiful, and sexy with long black hair.. until her face would melt, and the skull of a dead horse would stare at them with spite, and hate, as she tried to throw them over the edge of the bridge, or chase them if they ran.
Police would say they saw her standing at the edge of the river before disappearing behind one of the thin, dead trees.
Others would swear they saw her standing in their doorways, staring in, or haunt their nightmares.
I only ever saw her once. Being the brat I was, I’d stayed out with friends, one of our mutual friends had gotten some video games for Christmas, and we’d constantly swing by to play together after school. My friends had gone, and I’d stayed a bit late, saying goodbye once it had gotten dark. Walking home, I had to cross a small hill. It wasn’t horrible, just a giant mound of open dirt; Moles, and mosquitoes mostly, but it was right beside the river. Either that, or I go around, and into some really dark streets. We didn’t have many street lights.
At the other end of the hill was one side of the bridge, and at the other end of the bridge, on the north side was a woman. Dressed in black, she had long hair, and porcelain skin which was strange because most people around the area were either olive skinned, or darker. She didn’t blink, or wave or, move, just stood. My dad, and the boys I hung around with had taught me: if I ever felt scared, or worried whenever coming face to face with anyone you don’t feel comfortable around, just give a small nod. It signifies that you have no beef with them, no fight, and that you want no trouble, like a sign of respect. I nodded slowly, and she nodded back.
I didn’t exactly want to turn my back on her, but I did need to walk away from the bridge to go home, and I think walking backwards would have been a bit disrespectful even if she wasn’t an evil spirit. I did look back twice. The first time she looked the same, just watching me from the other side of the bridge. The second time, I was further away, and I don’t know if it was just because she looked smaller in the distance, or because of the lighting, and shadows, I don’t know.. but her face looked longer, and her hair looked more ragged, like antlers, or horns. I didn’t bother to hangout. I turned the corner and ran home.
I remember having nightmares for a while, and seeing shadows moving across the street at night, but for a long time it just felt like a dream. I can’t really say if what happened that night was real, or not, but I do remember drawing her face, and seeing the horror in some of my friends faces when I showed them. I could probably find the drawing, along with all my ancient notebooks, and journals (saying diaries sounds stupid at my age lol), but I’d have to go back to my mother’s old home in the states, and we haven’t exactly see eye to eye in.. like never.

Anyway, I think this is long enough-
I have plenty more, if not dozens more stories; Some more haunting than others, and some less so, but let me know what you think of these two. I'm always willing to share more scary stories about my childhood, army life, or present time.

Missing People is creepy but I can see it. I live in a big city situated by a river too which divides it into 2 parts. Old city and new city. And yeah, it's way common for dead drowned people to show up but no one cares much cause in a population of millions, a couple dozen drowned people matters not much.

That story about that strange women you met at night was really chilling. Does she have a story of her origin or something?

We kind of have similar stories in India. That if you are walking alone at night and hear you voice being called, do not turn or look back unless you want it to follow you home. Do not respond until they said it atleast 3 times.

 

[CinnaSloth]

Missing People is creepy but I can see it. I live in a big city situated by a river too which divides it into 2 parts. Old city and new city. And yeah, it's way common for dead drowned people to show up but no one cares much cause in a population of millions, a couple dozen drowned people matters not much.

That story about that strange women you met at night was really chilling. Does she have a story of her origin or something?

We kind of have similar stories in India. That if you are walking alone at night and hear you voice being called, do not turn or look back unless you want it to follow you home. Do not respond until they said it atleast 3 times.

Depending on where you hear the story: Honduras, Nicaragua, Guatemala, Costa Rica, or even parts of Europe, she has many names, some even tying her to the name La Llorona. But in most stories, she's often depicted as the alluring woman with long black hair, and beautiful skin, most times around bridges, rivers, or large bodies of water; Sometimes standing alone, sometimes weeping, and crying, other times bathing, or wandering the riverside.
Men with adulterous minds would be entranced to speak with her, or follow her wherever she lead them.
Women who turned a blind eye to their cheating husbands would feel compelled to jealousy, often committing s*, or accidentally step off ledges.
Kids and teens would mistake her for someone to play with, or someone in possible need, meeting untimely deaths.
But no matter the case to those who survive her encounters, all they could remember was her beautiful voice calling to them as if beckoning, or placing them under a trance, and the bloody skull of a dead horse gnawing and biting at them moments after.
It's said, the only ways to stop her from attacking were by carrying a silver blade, threatening to cut her long hair, ward her back using a silver cross, or to carve out her heart.
If you did manage to escape, she'd try again, and again, and again each night, giving you nightmares for days, each, and every night, trying to keep you from resting. She'd force you to become delirious enough to keep you from fighting back. -But, if you still managed to survive even through her mind games, she'd slowly forget why she was after you in the first place; Moving along to find her next.
As far as I believe, there are many stories of ghosts- wives, or women scorned, throughout the world. This particular story is only different because of the mask, or face she wears: The skull of a dead horse. Why? I don't exactly know.
My thoughts were she were either a witch, or a medicinal woman in a Latin country, or possibly even Southern Europe.
The story is so old, it has no real trace to where it originated since there are so many similarities to others.

 

[sleepandeatallday]

Depending on where you hear the story: Honduras, Nicaragua, Guatemala, Costa Rica, or even parts of Europe, she has many names, some even tying her to the name La Llorona. But in most stories, she's often depicted as the alluring woman with long black hair, and beautiful skin, most times around bridges, rivers, or large bodies of water; Sometimes standing alone, sometimes weeping, and crying, other times bathing, or wandering the riverside.
Men with adulterous minds would be entranced to speak with her, or follow her wherever she lead them.
Women who turned a blind eye to their cheating husbands would feel compelled to jealousy, often committing s*, or accidentally step off ledges.
Kids and teens would mistake her for someone to play with, or someone in possible need, meeting untimely deaths.
But no matter the case to those who survive her encounters, all they could remember was her beautiful voice calling to them as if beckoning, or placing them under a trance, and the bloody skull of a dead horse gnawing and biting at them moments after.
It's said, the only ways to stop her from attacking were by carrying a silver blade, threatening to cut her long hair, ward her back using a silver cross, or to carve out her heart.
If you did manage to escape, she'd try again, and again, and again each night, giving you nightmares for days, each, and every night, trying to keep you from resting. She'd force you to become delirious enough to keep you from fighting back. -But, if you still managed to survive even through her mind games, she'd slowly forget why she was after you in the first place; Moving along to find her next.
As far as I believe, there are many stories of ghosts- wives, or women scorned, throughout the world. This particular story is only different because of the mask, or face she wears: The skull of a dead horse. Why? I don't exactly know.
My thoughts were she were either a witch, or a medicinal woman in a Latin country, or possibly even Southern Europe.
The story is so old, it has no real trace to where it originated since there are so many similarities to others.

OK... reading this at around midnight is giving me goosebumps. Especially when it's all silent..