Roughly thirteen years ago I lived in a two story apartment. It was by no means old, or in any way creepy. The neighborhood was a shit pit but as I wasn’t much for playing outside as a kid so I never really dealt with that. It was summer, it had to be as it was early morning and I wasn’t in school. However my parents were both at work and I had free reign of the entire place.
So naturally I explored my parents’ bedroom. I found nothing too interesting (barring my dads porn collection) so I resigned myself to jumping up and down on their king size bed. It wasn’t actually a bed just a few huge mattresses stacked on top of one another. While I was bouncing with what I can only imagine was childish glee my eyes unconsciously took in their room. It was small and wall to wall band flags and posters. With the exception of one, thin, and very tall, mirror.
|I have a small question, is there any way to search by username within the blog? (as in, posts by a specific tumblr user)?|
no. though i could add this feature if you want me too? its mostly just sorted by ufo, ghost, poltergeist, unknown and so on
though the mods have staring to tag the stories with what rating it is.
people can find their stories better by using google by searching your url and the blogs url and it should show up!
The paranormal has been a part of my family since I was very young, I am very into mythology and lore. My mother would share dreams she had that turned out to symbolize events that would happen. Also We would place books in the middle of the table or magazines on the dresser and you’d look at…
I have followed this blog for a long time and feel it’s about time to share a story of my own.
This happened at the house I lived in previously; I spent most of my childhood there. It was on Vancouver Island, BC.
The house always had this weird sort of energy to it; my friends were usually afraid to come over. There were sounds of people walking about when you knew nobody else was there, and you’d see things out of the corner of your eye. The standard sort of creepy stuff.
But as time went on, more bizarre things happened.
Okay, so my younger cousin and I are about seven years apart, give or take a few months. I basically see her as my younger sibling, considering I’m an only child, and so my mom would always leave me at my aunt’s house to spend time with them.
When I was ten (my cousin was three) my mom decided to let me sleep over at my aunt’s house. Being that the house already creeped me out for some particular reason, I had a little trouble getting into bed, but eventually I fell asleep.
Then, out of nowhere, I woke up. My cousin was fast asleep next to me, and her nightlight was plugged into the wall, so it wasn’t completely dark in the room. I leaned over to take a sip of water when I noticed the time—three in the morning.
I don’t really have a title for this, I feel that titles kinda take away the realness of a story. Anyways, I could tell you hundreds of creepy stories of things that have happened to me, but to this day this is one that truly scares me. ((I’m sorry if I sound like I’m rambling))
I used to live in a big two story house, old maybe 100 or so years old. I lived with my mom, my two sisters, and my stepfather.
My sister was at a church camp and my mom and my baby sister were with her. My stepfather was at work and usually worked until about 6 or 7. So I was home alone, the only other living things there were the outside pets. I was sitting in the living room reading a book and listening to music. The living room is on the second story next to the kitchen. The kitchen is built so that you can lean over and see the stairs going down and at the bottom of the stairs is the heavy front door. As I was sitting there I heard the front door open and shut and then I heard really heavy footsteps starting up the stairs. I thought it was my step dad so I got up to say hey. I looked over the kitchen railing first and saw that the front door was shut and locked and that no one was coming up the stairs, and yet the steps kept coming. I went to the top of the stairs and waited for whatever was coming up. But as soon as the steps hit the stair that creaked, they stopped and never started back up.
I didn’t go downstairs until my family came home. That was the first of many scary things to happen in that house and by God I’m glad I don’t live there anymore.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical Answered: ho damn. I’ll just tag this as untitled and will do so with others of the same nature. 6/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.