[Callum]

Sleep paralysis is perfectly explainable by science but it still seems scary as ****. Luckily I can say I've never had to experience it and hopefully I never will.

[Roman Holiday]

Originally posted by Elvenpath

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've never actually seen figures, but I have experienced sleep paralysis where I hear just a loud growling in my ears and my vision is messed up, almost like static. The scariest part is when I try to call out for help and all I hear is my voice making croaking noises. And I swear I'm trying to reach my hand out, but I can't grab on to anything.

[Vertigo Stick]

Originally posted by Elvenpath

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.

SP is the worst

This one time this shadow figure asked for my soul Then I felt myself being dragged out of bed, only I wasn't going anywhere!! I have SP about every week

[babyboy44]

Originally posted by KingSebert

I'm convinced that the house next to me is haunted. First of all backstory to the house:
About 30-40 years ago this guy lived there with his wife or daughter (I can't remember) and he killed her and himself.
Back to reality: When I first moved to my current house (almost 10 years ago ) The "house" next door was an old empty sad looking shack thing. My neighbor told me all of the stories (which are actually true). One day I told him lets go inside and check it out so me, him, and my other neighbor go inside and it was so creepy. There was still a little chest drawer and inside there was a long black human pony tail , we also found a dead cat and what looked like spots of dried blood. So eventually it got demolished and they built this huge mansion. Before it got sold I would walk with my dog and look at it and I would almost always see some type of blur move across the window, so naturally me and my neighbor snuck in again. For the first ten or so mintues nothing was out of the ordinary, just a creepy, empty house, but then all of a sudden we could hear something in the house RUNNING towards us! We both ran the hell back to the door but it wouldn't open, it was glued shut. Then we realized the running stopped and the door that we couldn't open flung open and we got the hell out. That was about 7 or 6 years ago. There have been 3 different families that have moved out of it with no explanation. I'm getting chills just thinking of it now

Holy

[Maneater]

Originally posted by Alexis Neiers

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."

[INGLSH]

i cant stay in here today
to scary before going to bed
tomorrow i will tell yall my scary ghost story

[Teneo]

Originally posted by babyboy44

I SWEAR, every single night whenever I sleep facing the wall (the door is at my back) I always feel like someone IS in the room, like even if I'm half sleep or completely awake, I hear a noise loud enough that makes me get up and check if there IS someone, NOT KIDDING! it happens A LOT

THIS, since I watched The Ring I can't sleep turning my back to the TV or the door, I start to hear water falling and steps, I swear that bitch is coming to get me

[HausOfJustin]

Originally posted by Alexis Neiers

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."

This is literally the most terrifying thing I have ever read.

[sehun]

When I was about 5/6 years old, I would always see stuff on my wall especially when it rained. I remember one time I looked at my wall and I saw two small shadows, one was good and the other was bad. The bad one took the other ones head off and was laughing but then noticed me and pointed at me and stared. The face kind of reminded me of Oogie Boogie from Nightmare Before Christmas. I would wake up my parents to show them but they weren't there anymore. So then I went into my parents room to sleep with them but then I look up and there are those shadows again, I woke up my mom and again they disappeared.

Another time it was 7 or so years ago. My mom and I were both in the living room, I was laying down on the floor watching TV and she was on the couch. I looked up and saw this tall shadow run to the bathroom and I told my mom and she kind of had a scared look but she told me it was nothing.

[Giliap]

a few scenarios, actually. if I were anyone else before all of these happened, I wouldn't believe it but I swear they happened.

The first experience was when I was 13. It was a Saturday morning around 9-10 probably. My TV was still on from the night before and I was still half asleep/half awake. You should know that my bed faced the TV at an angle and the TV was right beside my exterior closet organizer (because we live in a old Victorian house we don't have many closets). So basically my whole closet was just on a rack in front of a wall. Anyways, I'm trying to wake up fully and when I turn around and open my eyes I see my shirts that are hanging up separate as if someone was hiding inside the clothes and peeping their head out but I saw nothing just a huge gap between all my shirts. I tried to make sense of it but there was no explaining it. It was the weirdest experience of my life. I couldn't get out of bed for another 2 hours. It took my parents basically threatening to ground me to get me out of bed.

The second experience was a year later after I watched one of those reenacting shows about mystery crimes/ghosts etc (I don't remember which one it was) In the show they were describing this woman in the 50s (I think) who was on the run from cops and trying to have an illegal abortion. When the cops finally found where she had an abortion (in some random person's basement) they were too late. all they found was blood and the fetus. so after that they had an ongoing investigation to find the woman and she was long gone without a trace. No one knew if she died or just ran away to another country with a new identity or what. years later these ghost hunters or paranormal scientists (whatever you call them) investigated it and obtained the records that included the location of the "crime." They broke into the basement (without the current owners' permission) and set up a homemade ouija board. they basically had this big piece of poster paper an drew on it the basics of what you would find on an actual board. (A-Z, 1-0, Yes/No, End Game) All I remember was seeing things fly around and I was done. I was like no ma'am and turned it off. A few weeks later I found myself surfing youtube videos and articles online about ouija boards and I became a tad less scared and a tad more interested because I didn't believe all the ******** I read/saw. So I, along with my sister (she had no clue wtf we were doing), made an ouija board and tried to play it. In the show all I could remember was A-Z, 1-0, Yes/No and that he tied a string to a pennie or some kind of pebble somehow and hovered it over the board. So my board only had those things and all I hovered over it was a piece of string. The first question I asked was "are there any spirits here?" and immediately my sister was like stop! what are you doing? by the next question she was gone. I kid you not the string twirled around to yes. I asked "are you a good spirit?" they said yes. I asked are you a boy or a girl and they spelled "boy" I asked "what's your name" and they spelled: Jon. I asked how old he was and he said 13. I asked if he died in the house and he said no and then I asked if there were mean spirits in the house and he said "yes." Immediately I ripped up the paper and threw it all away.

Now that experience is the only one I'm iffy on because I can't be 100% certain I performed it correctly or that the string wasn't just moving from my shaking (although I wasn't trying to move it on purpose and I think it moved far enough away from the center to be for real). And still, it's a little weird that he said he was 13 and I was 13 during my first experience here.

The next one I'm certain happened. It was a couple years later and I was home alone waiting for my mom and sister to bring dinner home. They got there and they yelled for me but I just stayed on the computer or whatever it was I was doing. By the time I go downstairs they're already eating in the living room and my food is sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I go grab a can of diet pepsi, sat it down by my food, then went to go grab a plate. When I came back the can moved by itself a good 5 inches or so. There was no imagining that. It moved from one spot to the other and it's old ring spot was still sitting where it moved from.

The most recent one was a couple months ago and I was laying down in bed early in the morning on my laptop and I thought I heard my parents door open up (because their door is the only one that makes the particular sound) my mom still gets pissed if I don't go to sleep at night and stay up on my laptop so I shut it really quick and posed as if I fell asleep with it on my chest About 30 seconds to a minute go by and I heard nothing else. I was convinced they just got up to use the bathroom or something because I heard their door. the next morning I asked them if they got up in the middle of the night and they said no.
I mean it could've been anything but their door makes the exact same noise every time it opens.

[Attitude]

Originally posted by Vertigo Stick

SP is the worst

This one time this shadow figure asked for my soul Then I felt myself being dragged out of bed, only I wasn't going anywhere!! I have SP about every week

Me too. I have constant sleep paralysis where it happens multiple times a week.

[OhRly?]

Originally posted by KingSebert

This has happened to me too but I have never experienced the hallucinations like this, I was just frozen and scared. But I read that some people believe that it is a demon that sits on you and doesn't let you move
Girl I'm praying for your soul

I saw a Lady in a old white dress, walking across my room. She stopped, looked at me and raised her finger to her mouth in that "shhh" gesture you know?

I couldn't move or make a noise, it was awful.

[BadMonster]

This one winter night in January I was hanging out with three friends, we were gonna have a sleepover and we were getting bored, so we got the brilliant idea to ask her mum to drop us in the woods somewhere and we'd have to find out way back to civilization and her house..
She blinded us and brought us to an open spot in the middle of nowhere, no houses or traffic around and quite a few woods close. We started following a trail and her mother waited a few minutes in the car to see if we would go through with it... We kept walking so eventually she left in another direction than we'd come from (judging by the direction the car was pointed at when we got out of it).....However, not 3 minutes later we see another car come down the path her mum had come from and that car stopped in the same place as she did... We were wondering whether it was her mum, but soon realized it was another car and we got a bad feeling about it...This got a lot worse when it turned our way and started following us slowly but speeding up when we started running We can't tell you how scared we were, we ran into the woods, when we had wanted to stay just outside of them and use them as a compass, but we heard someone else running in the woods as well After a while we came across a huge road with a lot of traffic, which is when we slowed down and started walking normally again. When we arrived home we asked her mother whether she had seen a car following us, but she hadn't, we were scared as **** though, we didn't sleep that night and whenever we talk about it we still all get goosebumps

[sehun]

Originally posted by BadMonster

This one winter night in January I was hanging out with three friends, we were gonna have a sleepover and we were getting bored, so we got the brilliant idea to ask her mum to drop us in the woods somewhere and we'd have to find out way back to civilization and her house..
She blinded us and brought us to an open spot in the middle of nowhere, no houses or traffic around and quite a few woods close. We started following a trail and her mother waited a few minutes in the car to see if we would go through with it... We kept walking so eventually she left in another direction than we'd come from (judging by the direction the car was pointed at when we got out of it).....However, not 3 minutes later we see another car come down the path her mum had come from and that car stopped in the same place as she did... We were wondering whether it was her mum, but soon realized it was another car and we got a bad feeling about it...This got a lot worse when it turned our way and started following us slowly but speeding up when we started running We can't tell you how scared we were, we ran into the woods, when we had wanted to stay just outside of them and use them as a compass, but we heard someone else running in the woods as well After a while we came across a huge road with a lot of traffic, which is when we slowed down and started walking normally again. When we arrived home we asked her mother whether she had seen a car following us, but she hadn't, we were scared as **** though, we didn't sleep that night and whenever we talk about it we still all get goosebumps

Something similar happened to some of my friends, except it was just a person chasing them, but as soon as they got out of the forest they looked back and there was no one.

[SHICD]

Originally posted by GhostHaus

Gurl there was probably a creepy murderer guy and he was talking to you

[Giliap]

Originally posted by Alexis Neiers

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."

this kind of reminds me of this old, supposedly true, tale in my town. basically we're a train town which means a train runs right through us. anyways, supposedly at night an orb of light will follow and if you turn around and walk toward it, it will retread backwards as you move toward it. basically it keeps the same distance the whole time. and if you walk backwards it will still follow you at the same distance. I heard this from one of my good friend's mom who's lived here all her life. she said she only heard about it but didn't think it was true until her and a group of friends tried it on their prom night some time in the 80s.

I've never been that scared by it so never really had the interest in seeing if it's true. it's only a block away from my house though.

EDIT: wasn't enough info. this supposedly happens on the train tracks

[babyboy44]

Originally posted by Teneo

THIS, since I watched The Ring I can't sleep turning my back to the TV or the door, I start to hear water falling and steps, I swear that bitch is coming to get me

I havent EVEN SEEN The Ring!!!!!!!!

[Doogle]

Perched in here, love stuff like this.

[GhostHaus]

This one time my parents and I were going to pick up my sister at her friends house. She live close to the high school I went to and there is this ghetto park right across the street. I looked at the restroom door that was there cuz it's in plain sight but there was nothing. After we picked up my sister we drove back the same way and passed the park. This time there was this tall black figure of a man standing there it was raining it was even scarier!

[Callum]

Originally posted by sehun

Something similar happened to some of my friends, except it was just a person chasing them, but as soon as they got out of the forest they looked back and there was no one.

I think the person your friends saw might've been Slenderman.