i think there is something up with my bedroom. until a few year ago, my big sister & i used to share a room, and we always used to joke that something was in the room that we dubbed the 'starer' - that it would stand next to our beds and just watch us.
ever since my sister moved out, the feeling of just being watched has progressed a bit. i now regularly suffer from sleep paralysis and it's always the same. i sleep on my side facing the wall with the covers over my head (because i'm scared af) but always wake up on my back with my limbs starfished out, feeling like something is holding me down and i have a heavy pressure on my chest and struggle to breathe. i see the typical succubus apparation thing sitting on me too.
also at night, you know how in the dark its pitch black at first, but then your eyes adjust to the darkness and you can kinda see around your room? well there's always a blurry shadow near my door. and i've awoken to loud bangs on my door at night, and asked my parents if they heard anything the next day and they say no.
there's always an unnerving feeling here every night, and my room is always freezing. i struggle to sleep most nights my sister says she has similar experiences in her apartment which creeps me out more
Completely perched in this thread. Love stuff like this, although it always stops me sleeping at night.
Anyway I only have one proper scary experience - (Oh my GOD I did not know it was gonna be this long, I guess I'm awful at condensing sorry!)
About 7-8 years ago my parents took me and my sister to stay in this cottage in the countryside (we live in England) for like a week away as a little holiday in the summer.
Anyway when we got there it was just super creepy and both me and my mum had a really really bad feeling about it. It was a really grey and depressing looking cottage and the neighbouring cottage had this really weird family in it - like when we arrived (it was also raining a bit and was really clouded over) there was a girl outside the other cottage just standing there with a skipping rope just staring at us (super creepy, I don't think she was anything paranormal but she just added to the movie-like creepy atmosphere).
So we walk in and inside was just as creepy, it's so difficult to explain but it just gave off a really deeply depressing + unnerving atmosphere, like the happiness had just been drained out, it was so weird. Straight away me, my mum and my sister all protested how much we hated it but my dad had obviously paid for this weeks stay there so kept trying to reassure us it was fine. Anyway to fast forward a little bit cause it'll take ages to just go into detail about the general atmosphere about the place but things started to get super creepy later in the day when we'd hear banging, like really really loud banging coming from upstairs. My dad just told us it was probably wind (and maybe it was who knows) but it was really really loud and quite unnerving.
So we sleep there the first night and it was pretty uneventful, it was really creepy and the bangs literally carried on all through the night, they'd be so random and always really loud and hollow. The rooms were just as creepy as the downstairs, everything was really old fashioned, but not in a quaint and nice vintage type old, but a eerily old, almost like one of those houses that some old person has lived in for years and never decorated.
The next day I'm in the living room alone in this big armchair listening to my like portable cd player thing with headphones. My dad's upstairs in the shower and my sister and mum were just outside the living room in the hallway on this like table thing where they were playing some board game.
Anyway you know when you're listening to music with headphones and like any little movement around you is just really easily sensed somehow? Well I kept feeling like someone was running near me, and at first I just assumed i was either imagining it or that my sister was just messing about (she was really young at the time, probably like 7ish). Anyway so then out of the corner of my eye I see this movement and see a small girl with like loads of dark hair running past me. As I said I was in this huge armchair, you know the ones with the really high back? So I didn't get a clear view and it all happened so fast. Anyway i just assumed it was my sister running about and continued on with my music.
A little while later I go out and I forget exactly how it came up but I just naturally dropped into conversation to my sister about seeing her in the living room, assuming she was just trying to startle me or something as a joke. That's when my mum and sister look at me really confused and are like 'she's been here this whole time what are you talking about!?'
And at first I laughed it off and assumed they were messing with me or something, but after a while it became painfully clear that they wasn't joking at all. So that immediately freaked us all out incredibly and at that point we all insisted to my dad that we leave early. Luckily he really wasn't feeling the cottage by this point either (which is strange for him cause he doesn't usually believe paranormal type stuff at all, but this cottage just had the creeeepiest feeling, added ontop we were all so freaked out and begging him to let us go home, not to mention the weather was constantly grey, drizzly and depressing in this area.
That night my sister and I slept on the floor of our parents room in the cottage cause we was so terrified
And then we swiftly left the following morning. (Was too late to leave the previous night and my dad wanted to rest before the long drive home).
But the scariest part of this story comes like a week or two later and this sounds so far fetched when I tell people cause it legit sounds like something from a horror movie or something cause of how coincidental it is, but when I explain it it makes sense.
Basically my dad's friend who he works with is a really close friend of the family (as is the rest of his family) me and my sister used to hang out with his children a lot when we were younger and my mum was close friends with his wife. Anyway we often took holidays together and/or would visit places each other had visited if it was recommended.
Well the family were due to be staying in the cottage we stayed in like two weeks after we were meant to leave. (Both our families loved the countryside and had heard good things about the area from people at my dad's work so they both settled on the idea of the cottage in that part of the country side).
Anyway so my dad didn't wanna tell the guy that we came home early or that we hated the cottage cause he didn't wanna ruin the holiday for them (plus he didn't wanna freak them out, especially cause they had kids around our age).
So everything carries on as normal and my dad's friend stays there with his family and then the week after he went there he obviously returns to work and they of course have a conversation about the holiday and my dad asks what he thought of it.
And this is the freakiest part - The guy tells my dad that they didn't really like it etc and found it really creepy. But that the wife in particular hated it, cause she told him that on their third night there she woke up and saw a girl at the end of her bed who said to her 'have you seen my mummy?'
Apparently she was dressed in really old workers clothes like a white apron/pinafore thing, and the wife was just frozen still and closed her eyes and eventually the girl just disappeared when she opened them again.
I have no idea if it was the same girl I saw.
I know it sounds a little far fetched but all of it 100% happened. I still shiver whenever I think of it now, I'd love to know what was actually going down there, cause something definitely wasn't right.
There was one pretty creepy scene in my life, I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I was in a park with my brother in spring, I was 6 and he was 8. Some weird tall (185cm) dark skinned gorl (who I had never seen before in my life) ran towards us and asked my brother: are you X Y? (Name and surname). He answered 'yes' and then, I swear, she ran away fast like a ****ing CHEETAH towards our house and we have never seen the bitch again. We asked our parents who she could have been, they had no idea.
can we post random scary stories? bc this creeps the **** out of me
"About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see."
that was so scary omg. im gunna be in this thread far too long
On one occasion I've experienced Sleep Paralysis. This is exactly how I felt:
I was sleeping face-down and heard someone opening my door and thought it was my mother but it wasn't her cause then that thing, which was all black, put its knees on my back and I couldn't say a word or even breath. After a few minutes I managed to scream: Mummm! It was really scary! Then I woke up and the door hadn't been opened it was closed.
i still suffer from sleep paralysis and its horrifying. you cant move and you see terrifying shadowy monsters surrounding you
ok so my story isnt ghost related, but its still creepy af
So when i was in highschool, my friends and I used to think it was really fun to stay out all night long and just explore through my town. We'd pool hop, eat at 24 hour restaurants, and just goof around. Also we never told our parents what we were doing, wed just say we were sleeping over someones house. Anyway one night when we were doing this i was walking down the street from my house to the town at like 2 AM, and there was no one out at all. I get a call from my friends saying they cant sneak out because their parents are still up, but i was already on my way to the town and i couldnt go back home because my parents would catch me in the lie haha. So anyways i hear my other friends whispering about something in the background on the phone, and i was like ok wtf is going on. And they tell me that there is some rapist killer on the loose in my town that they havent caught yet, and as they say it i remember seeing the massive ad on a billboard for him. Naturally im horrified because im out alone in my town at 2 AM and theyre telling me theres a rapist murderer on the loose and theyre not gunna come out with me. So basically i begged one of them to sneak out while the rest of them waited for their parents to fall asleep, and they agreed. I hung up and kept walking towards the town, now gunna meet my one friend. As im walking down the street though a car comes down the street and i remember praying to myself "just keep going car dont stop oh my god" and what do you know the car stopped RIGHT behind me. The car turned off its lights and was stopped right behind me in the middle of the road. It was horrifying. out of instinct i jumped off the road and ran into the woods as fast as i could. It was so bad. It was like pure adrenaline instinct running for my life. I never even looked back but heard the car door open as i ran. luckily i made it to my friends house, snuck in, and we just stayed there all night. It was terrifying .
A week or so before my 10th birthday, I walked to the corner store with a $5 bill and picked up a jar of Ragu for my mom. On my way home, a man I'd never seen before fell in step with me and began talking.
"Hi!" he said, cheerfully. "My name is Dr. Ramsey. I'm a pediatrician. Do you know what a pediatrician is?"
I walked along silently, not replying and fervently hoping he would take that as a sign he should leave me alone. Subtleties were not his strong suit, though, because he kept right on chattering.
"Are your parents looking for a pediatrician for you? Of course, you're almost a big girl now, you'll be needing another kind of doctor soon, won't you? That's okay though. They can still bring you to me until then. What's your name? You have beautiful hair. I was just on my way to get some suckers for the candy jar in my office. Do you like suckers?"
Thankfully, we were nearing my house, so I ran forward, up the back steps and into through the kitchen door. I didn't know it then, but that was the beginning of a very long, very scary ordeal. It didn't take long after that for "Dr. Ramsey" to begin showing up. At first, it seemed benign enough...at least to a kid. He would drive by nearly every day, smiling and waving. I told my mom, who said maybe it was on his way home from work. But then, the phone calls began.
My dad called me into the living room, and sat me down. He asked about the day Dr. Ramsey followed me home, and if I talked to him. He said I wasn't in trouble, but that I needed to tell him the truth. I told him know, and he asked if I was sure...could I be forgetting something? I told him know again, and he frowned, then asked "Then how does he know your name?" I didn't know.
It turns out, that was not all he knew. He knew my sister's name as well. Pretty soon, neither my sister or I were allowed to answer the phone. He called several times a day; at first, neither of us knew what he was saying. Then, one night, one of my brothers told us that he was telling my parents that he was going to hurt me (and later, my sister).
Things got complicated after that. My dad had called the police, but as this was before there were any stalking laws, there was not a lot they could do. They told my parents to call back if he "tried anything". My dad then called a friend of his from back in the day, who happened to be a cop. For the next month, my dad's friend escorted me to and from school. Suddenly, life as I knew it came screeching to a halt. I couldn't walk to school alone, I couldn't play outside, I couldn't walk to SuperAmerica (sort of like a 7-11 for those who don't know).
When access to me was completely denied, things escalated. It was around this time he began threatening my sister as well. Then one afternoon my sister, two of my brothers, my mom and I were in the kitchen. One of my brothers saw a glimpse of someone in the garage; they'd seen him too. Dr. Ramsey came bolting out of the garage, my brothers chasing after him. They ran all the way to Cherokee Park, where he lost them in the trees. My parents called the police again, but nothing came of it. The only information they had was a description and a name that was almost certainly fake.
A couple weeks later, we woke to find our dog hanging from the side porch. She was a gorgeous saddle-back German shepherd, born the same day I was. We were all devastated. The cops said there was no evidence it was him, and ruled it accidental, but none of us believed that.
His phone calls became more informative in the meantime. He would talk about who was home, and who wasn't. If my brother would say my dad was home, he would tell him who was really in the house. He also would talk about the house itself...about the window in the kitchen he could easily open with a knife from the outside even when it was locked, and about the french doors that connected the living room to the side porch and how the lock could be finagled from the outside if you jiggled it just right. That night, my dad put in some carpenter nails at the bottom of the french doors until he could get a new lock ordered.
My parents had to go to a company event for my dad's work. My older brothers were at Saints West roller skating rink. My sister was on the phone with her best friend. My little brother was on the floor asleep. I was watching Devo on the Midnight Special with Wolfman Jack. It was late. Suddenly, the top of the french doors swung inward, and in the few miliseconds before the nails in the bottom caused them to snap back, I could see his silhouette. My sister whipped the phone at the television, and we ran up the stairs. About halfway up, we realized our little brother was still asleep on the living room floor. As quietly as we could, we slipped back down the stairs to get him. We all went into our bedroom and didn't turn on the light; this way we could see outside. We watched out the window for a while, and when we didn't find him, we crept down the hall to our brothers' room to look. We looked down and could see someone standing at the backdoor. He knocked, loudly.
"What do you want?" my sister asked out the window. He stepped back and said "Is this the Mercy residence? I have a pizza for delivery. Can you come to the door?" She scoffed at him, declaring she was not stupid, she could see he didn't have a pizza, and she was calling the cops. He left.
A short while later, my brothers returned home. We told them what happened and they walked around the yard, watching for him. They came back in, and things settled down. By now we'd pretty much given up calling the cops because it never helped, so we just went back in, each of us (except my youngest brother, still asleep) carrying a knife from the kitchen "just in case". Eventually, one of my brothers went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal as a snack.
You know that sensation you get when you can just feel someone watching you? Yeah, he had that in spades. He kept looking around the kitchen, through the doorway into the dining room, at the windows. He didn't see anything, but he could still feel eyes on him, so he went closer to the door to try to see better. The kitchen lights were reflecting on the windows of the door (it had 3 rows of 3 windows), so he still couldn't see. He stepped closer, then closer again, until he was right up to the door, then cupped his hands on either side of his head so he could see. There on the other side of the window pane was Dr. Ramsey, smiling back at him. He turned to yell for my older brothers, and when he looked back again, he was gone. They went out again to look for him, but didn't see him.
The next night we were at the table playing crazy 8's, and my brother was restless. My sister asked him what's wrong, and he said he always felt like any minute now there would be a 'boom boom boom!' on a door or window. Almost immediately after he finished his sentence, "BOOM BOOM BOOM!" on the window right behind him. In the chaos, the two eldest ran out, but he was already gone.
A couple of weeks later, I was at school and we were outside on the playground during recess. I was swinging upside down when I saw that now-familiar blue Ford Galaxy cruising by, moving slowly. There he was, smiling and waving. He called my name, and I ran to the teacher and told her. The school had been told all about him, and she took me inside right away and called my mom. That same day my mom had gotten a call from the school office asking her to verify that my dad was picking me up, as he'd called to say he was on his way. He wasn't.
Not long after that, I woke up one night, thirsty. I went down to the kitchen for a drink and there, sitting alone in the dark, was my dad. On the table, a gun. He was tired of the the police waiting until Dr. Ramsey "tried something", he was tired of his children being terrorized, he was tired of being afraid every time he left for work that something would happen to us while he was gone. I sat with him for a time, watching, before he sent me back to bed.
These events, and many more, took place over a period of around 18 months. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. He had vanished from our lives; the phone calls, the drive-by with the creepy waves, everything. For a long time, during and after the Dr. Ramsey days, I would have a recurring nightmare in which I would wake up to find him standing over me as I slept. It took a long time before I felt like a kid again.
I found out years later that when he was calling, Dr. Ramsey would tell my parents that he was going to rape and kill me, and later my sister...and that there was nothing they could do about it. I don't know what happened to him when he disappeared. I don't know if he was in a car wreck, locked in prison, in a coma...but sometimes I wonder if the wait ended for my dad when he was sitting in the darkened kitchen one night. I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to.
this thread ****ed me up and im about to go to sleep
This.
But well since I'm here I guess I could tell about this dream, I know it's not an experience but it just feels so real and terrifying.
So I had it I was like 10 or 9 idk, but I was entering my house, it was at night, and I turned my head to the right and saw this black man with a black coat chasing me, when I put one foot inside my house I freezed, like I couldn't move and when I tried to scream I couldn't make a sound, and the man was still coming for me, slowly, I could see my mom's back in the living room and I couldn't scream.
And then the dream ended, ugh.
I remember it so clearly even tho it was like 8 years ago.
A creepy experience could be when I was walking home from school and I crossed the mall parking lot wich is roofed, and then I saw this suited man coming towards me, and he asked me when was the restroom, I told him, and then he asked me to go with him, like go with him to the bathroom, I said no ofc, and then when I was about to start walking he asked me if I wanted to go to the cinema with him
I told him I was in a hurry and I got scared because there was no one at the parking lot, there were cars but there wasn't anyone that could see us, then I started walking very fast but not like running, and turning my head back to see if there wasn't a car chasing me or even him omg.
I don't go that way anymore
my sister says she has similar experiences in her apartment which creeps me out more
that was so scary omg. im gunna be in this thread far too long
