I had something peculiar happen to me today, and I need to tell someone about it.
So, I’m a lover of horror but at hear I am a pretty big skeptic, and believing in things like ghosts comes hard for me. Which is funny because I have a very active imagination.
All my life I have been a very vivid dreamer. Sometimes I need to take sleeping pills, they are that bad. One has always stuck with me. Although it is a little blurry around the edges due to time, I still remember it well. It was of me sitting up in bed and seeing a man standing in the doorway to my room, watching me. Pretty generic, but even at the young age that this happened I still got a distinct feeling of hatred and disgust.
I’ve never told this to anyone else. At least, I thought so.
Earlier today I had lunch with my mother. We got to talking and I happened to bring up the night terrors I used to have, specifically this one incident. To my surprise she said, “Oh yes, I remember when that happened. You wouldn’t stop talking about it for a long time.”
Before moving in to the house where I spent my later youth the two of use lived together in an apartment. It wasn’t that bad, as we were on the end of the row and had a fairly large space. I remember little now about living there, except for a few specifics. That we lived across from a church and an old farm house (complete with old barn), and a stretch of woods across the way. Now the area is really developed, but only a few years ago most of it was empty field.
According to my mother, strange things always happened in this apartment. Things would go missing, or be moved. Doors that were locked and closed one minute would open themselves the next. Lights would flicker on and off randomly. As weird as it sounds, shadows seemed darker. Even small animals we tried to keep like parakeets and rabbits kept mysteriously dying. One thing that constantly happened took place in the bathroom, and effected more than just us.
The construction of these apartments was fairly utilitarian with most available space taken up. The apartment was set on a solid block of concrete. In the bathroom the bathtub was fairly small and sat flush with the floor, with little space for anything to get in or around it.
This happened on several occasions: in the middle of the night, all of the sudden loud scratching noises would start coming from the bathtub, accompanied sometimes by low moans or grunts.
When I first heard this recounting, I thought, “well that is easy to explain - some critter got underneath or beside the bathtub and was scratching at it.” I’m a hands-on, DIY kind of guy, so I have some experience with construction work and stuff like that. I happened go to Lowes later that day and I actually found the bathtub that the contractor had used (or at least the closest approximate). There would be little room for anything to crawl in there, with the only available space at the head where the pipes leading to the faucet were. And I see no way that an animal could get in there.
My mother wasn’t the only person effected by this. We lived next to a middle aged woman, maybe in her forties or fifties. When this would happen she would hear it in her apartment, all the way on the other side of the room. It scared her so much that she would often call her son over to spend the night. Keep in mind that, while a nice woman, she was tough as nails, with a tough past. It got so bad her biker son moved in, who just happened to have recently gotten out of prison. The same things happened to her as happened to us. Doors opening, things missing. I never got the details (neither did my mother), but apparently worse things happened to her in there. Unfortunately she moved out before she could tell us details; her son came over in the middle of the night one day and was practically in tears towrads my mother, saying they were moving out after just a week, and he desperately wanted us to as well.
This brings us back to my original dream. Except it wasn’t a dream. I had these recurring terrors, she said, and screamed almost nightly for her to come into my room. There are times when something doesn’t necessarily trigger a memory, but a sense; something primal only tapped in to rarely, if ever. I remembered my fear, my horror, if not the original memory itself. She said when she went into my room and turned on the light, I was wide awake and sitting up in bed, crying.
I’ve never had the urge to revisit this apartment, but after today, it makes me curious. I wonder who lives there now? So today I just drove by. On the back porch were childrens toys, a playset and such.
Just a little thing from the Indigenous trailer (x)
Demonic entity photographed during a séance at Retchford House, 1933.
The medium, Elizabeth Stolwort, had been reported missing a week after the events that night and was eventually found in a woodland nearby her home. Massive blood loss was the cause of death due to several deep lacerations across the body and both eyes had been violently gouged out. Others who had attended the sitting suffered from mental breakdowns or hallucinations, two had committed suicide.
The Retchford house was known as a cursed abode. Muder, madness and even black magic was connected to this haunted place where 78 years ago a séance destroyed the lives of six curious people and their psychic hostess.
The horror doesn’t stop here though. I have lots more masterposts:
masterpost of gothic/horror novels (yes I link you to a PDF version of the entire book!)
masterpost to make you feel better (when all the horror is too much)
The following aren’t masterposts, but they have an abundance of information
i have no idea…i didnt check the tags. sry
hmmm sounds interesting ill read it.
ill check those out, im recording my stories for the week today
The Kaz II is one of many “vanished crew” mysteries. Three Australian men were aboard the boat when they disappeared without a trace, the boat found on April 20, 2007. All of the men were above the age of fifty and experienced at sea. However, when it was boarded by police the boat was found devoid of life, the engine left running and various items, such as a running laptop and a plate of food, left behind. One of the sails was badly torn. A video tape was also found, showing the three men alive and well just before their disappearance. Foul play was immediately ruled out, as other than the torn sail there were no signs of a struggle.
Their bodies were never found, and the only viable conclusion put forth was that the men somehow fell overboard and drowned (a tangled fishing lure was found in the rudder, and it was purported that one of them tried to untangle it and fell into the sea). This theory, however, does not explain the massive tear in the sail.
'Eyes' in the Cave
Phantoms and Monsters received this from Sean Forker on April 8th, 2014. What do you think these are?
This photo was taken in 1895 by an amateur spelunker/photographer named Oren Jeffries while exploring an unmapped section of Grand Caverns, in Southwestern Virginia. At the time it was taken, Jeffries was conducting photographic experiments, using super long exposures to see if anything at all could be captured in the total absence of light—otherwise known as “cave darkness.” He would situate himself on level ground, extinguish his lantern, and then open the lens of his homemade box camera for as long as he could stand the darkness. During one of these experiments, he heard something approach from the deeper recesses of the cave. Frightened, Jeffries abandoned his experiment and set off one of the Blitzlicht flashes he used for taking traditional photos underground. According to the report he later gave to a local newspaper, Jeffries saw three “humanoid” creatures staring at him from the shadows and took off running in the other direction and didn’t stop running until he was topside. Several days later, he returned with three other men to retrieve his box camera. This is the image that was recorded on the film inside.
Hey! You probably have seen my glitch in the matrix post and now I have another one headed your way.
These are creepiest experiences.
WORST VACATION by reddit user spectre_alabama
I was on vacation in Ithaca with my boyfriend at the time. We had literally, I’m talking 10 minutes, just gotten into town and stopped at a suspension bridge near Cornell’s campus. I’m terrified of heights and, so, my boyfriend was coaxing me step by step over the bridge. It was gorgeous and we stopped at the middle to take a picture. On the side we had come from there was a parking lot with steps leading to the bottom of the gorge but on the far side there were hiking paths with no barrier.
A woman walked past us and offered to take a picture for us. We declined and she smiled and walked quickly to the far side of the bridge where she smoothly jumped off into the gorge. There was not a second of hesitation, it was almost like she expected the path to keep going. The sound of a person hitting the ground from a jump like that sticks with you.
MESSAGES FROM THE RADIO by reddit user bigsol81
I was playing around with a radio once when I was a kid, just slowly spanning through the static trying to find a station. I had found an old television antenna, attached it to the side of our house and ran a wire out my window to it with an alligator clip attached to the radio antenna, allowing me to get a way broader range of signals.
So I’m sitting there, early in the morning (like 2am), slowly sweeping frequencies, and suddenly I get to this station that’s playing this very weird crackling sound. It sounded sort of like cracking knuckles, or maybe Rice Crispies cereal, but with a fixed, rhythmic pattern instead of being random. I sat there listening to it for a second, then it suddenly stopped and this faint voice says “It doesn’t work. We’re already dead. We’re already dead.”
It took a second for the weight of the words to hit me, but when they did I freaked the fuck out and almost threw the radio across the room.
AN UPSETTING DEATH by reddit user DeeJayLiz
My parents bought their first house back in 1972. It was a fixer-upper, but they decided to move in right away and fix things as time/money permitted.
Within a few days of moving in, the new neighbors came over to introduce themselves. They also let my parents know that the previous owners had moved out after a nasty divorce. They had lost their second baby from SIDS, and their relationship went downhill from there.
My parents were horrified, more so because they were newly pregnant and couldn’t imagine going through such a thing.
They eventually pretty much forgot all about it. Life went on. They were in love with their new life and their new house.
In preparation for the baby, they decided to wallpaper the nursery. Now, my Dad told my mom there was no need in wallpapering the inside of the closet, but she insisted. She was kneeling down, scraping off old paint inside of the closet when her eyes fell upon something that made her blood turn to ice.
Written in crayon, at about eye level for a kindergardner, in childish scrawl was: I KILLED THE BABY
SWAYING SHOES by reddit user SkippersLost
My wife and I used to live in a townhome that backed to some woods. We both took off work one day to get some things done in the yard, cutting the grass, weeding our large flower beds, laying mulch etc.
Our yard wasn’t big; it took about two full grass clipping bags. I would walk a couple of feet into the woods and dump them in a pile.
As I’m walking back to empty the second bag, something in the middle of the woods catches my eye. Something out of place and it’s moving.
I crouched down to get a better look and I just froze. At first, I could make out a pair of shoes just swaying back and forth and then was able to see the legs and body of a teenager. There in the middle of the woods was a teenage boy who had hung himself. Next to the tree, I could see a skateboard leaning up against it.
I yelled for my wife to call the police and started running back to try and save him but he was gone. His body was limp and his head was was just slumped over. His dark scruffy hair was slowly blowing in the breeze.
The cops came and quickly cut him down and they were gone.
THINK ABOUT THE CHILDREN by reddit user Viridis_Coy
I used to work in a trailer park for my parents. Quite often, people would start using methamphetamine, begin to fall behind on rent and get evicted. Whenever we evicted someone their trailer was usually too torn to shit to actually do anything useful with it. Essentially, to prevent having a pile o’ shit trailer in the middle of the park, we’d buy it from them and just tear it down.
Anyway, the the scary/creepy part. Many of these occupants had children. More than half of all of all of the children’s rooms I found had locks on the doors, from the outside. Inside the children’s rooms, it was always quite evident that the kids would sometimes be locked inside for days at a time, due to the “bathroom” corners that would sometimes appear. The doors on the insides of the rooms typically had scratch marks along the edge of the door and the door frame.
Getting rid of all of the stuff inside before beginning demolition always frightened me. I was always afraid that I’d end up finding a dead child somewhere among the filth. It never happened, but the odds of it potentially happening were, in my opinion, quite high.
A CAR RIDE THROUGH THE WOODS by reddit user Newbs280
There is a thread somewhere that described a guy taking a scenic route in the middle of the night to get to a certain town. He was driving up a hill, and came upon a car accident with two cars on the side of the road and a person lying down on the ground. For some reason he caught a bad vibe from it, and slowly drove past the scene. He stopped about 100 feet past it, looked behind him, and the person on the ground was standing up and staring at him, with about 20 other people coming out of the woods.
WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by reddit user CrackheadSally
When I was 7, I woke up in the middle of the night with an earache. I decided to tell my mom and step dad and walked out of my room. Someone was sitting on the chair in the living room (about 3 feet away from my bedroom door). The person looked strange (the face was just kind of distorted) but it was dark and I couldn’t see well. “Mom?” I asked. The person shook their head, and I started getting scared. “Mike?”. The person shook their head again. I decided the best course of option was to go back to bed so I wouldn’t have to walk past this…person. I climbed in bed, and closed my eyes for a second, before opening them and seeing the person standing in my doorway, smiling madly and nodding furiously.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and closed my eyes. My step dad came running out of his room in his underwear with a baseball bat (that was a scary sight in itself). There was nothing there, but clothes my mom had folded and put on the chair where strewn about the living room. For the longest time I told myself it was my cat, sitting on the clothes.
CLOSER TO DEATH by reddit user AllTheCheesecake
My dad died of cancer the day I turned 16 after about two weeks in a coma. It was really fast - less than two months between diagnosis and death. He died in the house. (we had a hospice attendant and my mom was very good about seeing to him in those final days).
Anyway, a lot of weird shit happened after he passed, but the one that still freaks me out when I think about it happened about 12 hours before he took to bed for the last time. He was in our living room napping on the couch while my mom was in the kitchen cooking. No one else was home.
Suddenly, he jerked awake and was shouting for my mom in a very loud, agitated voice. Clearly angry with her. “Beverly! Don’t do that! Don’t EVER do that again!”
She ran into the room, alarmed and asked what he was talking about, and he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t walk past me like that in that long, black wig.”
Sometimes I think he saw death.
FOOTPRINTS by reddit user madeanotheraccount
Hell, I lived in a house once that had child sized footprints on the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Extremely high ceilings. I could think of no way someone would get a child’s feet up there. Not even climbing up a ladder and holding a kid upside down could’ve done it.
All right guys. Write about your creepiest experience and tag it as “sixpenceee” or write “for sixpenceee’s creepy experiences post”
I’d love to hear what you guys went through!
Centipede bursts from snake’s stomach
The species of centipede is supposedly very hard to kill, and it likely devoured the snake’s organs as it slowly ate itself out of the snake’s body.
Oh my fucking god RUN FOR THE HILLS