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▶ The Midnight Ride

This little “incident” occurred to my mother’s friend’s friend and pretty much explains why Lao people don’t travel alone at night during witching hours. 

About several years ago in a small village near the capital of Laos, the friend [name withheld for privacy] had a sick aunt who was so feeble, she was literally on her death bed. The friend volunteer at the local temple as a cleaner until evenings when he returns home to care for her. 

One evening, he finished sweeping the grounds and ready to depart on his motorcycle. By the time he locked the gates, it was half an hour to 12 am. The road he had to rode on is nothing more than a badly paved road where hardly any traffic was on, but it was a quick shortcut to his aunt’s home. 

The ride was usual, the same boring route until he spotted what seem like a white figure near the side of the road; hunched over and shuffling slowly. Being a good sport, he slows the motorcycle next to the pedestrian and asks if she need any help getting to her destination since it is a strange sight to see a woman traveling alone this late.

 Then eyes widen, he noticed the familiar figure is none other than his ill aunt, who shouldn’t even be able to move around. However, this apparition is pale, less human, and extremely bony. Short, extremely terrifying looking. 

Taking in his instincts, he immediately step on the gas pedal and zooms down the road, trying to distance himself from her. Having an urge to look behind, he nearly fall over his seat when he saw “his aunt” running along the vehicle, her face transplant to his. (To keep in mind, this is a brittle elder lady and the bike was traveling 30-50 miles or so??)

Now horrified, he adds more speed until he takes a turn towards the light of the neighbors’ homes where she vanishes into the banana trees. 

Upon reaching home where he shockingly entered, the whole house members were in mourning. Around 2 hours ago, the sickeningly aunt passed away in her sleep while he was still at the temple.

Within a week after the funeral process was over, he became a monk at that local temple and (hopefully) learn prayers and ways to avoid any more frightening night spirits. And now leaves any place before night-time.   

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: I’ve heard of a lot of very similar experiences with a spirit keeping pace with a speeding car when the driver tries to escape from them. It’s good he was able to learn ways to protect himself! 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ When the lights go off

I would like to share the story I experienced just 2 nights ago. But before that let me tell you the background story so you guys are in the same page with me. And I apologize if it’s too long.

I live in the capital city of Indonesia. Now here in Indonesia, we have A LOT of our own ghost types and stories, some similar to the ones in Malaysia and the Philippines.

One of the ghost story is about a ghost called Kuntilanak (or Pontianak or Kunti or Ponti in Malay). Some people, especially the Javanese people, believe that one can call her by singing some old javanese song and her presence is signed by the sound of chick or a lady’s giggle.They say if the sound is faint, she is close. But if the sound is loud, she is far.

Now I don’t know the words of that old javanese song, neither can I sing it. But I heard it once, and it is indeed, a very, very eerie song. 

So 2 nights ago, around 3am I woke up because I felt the heat got me. I opened my eyes and realized that the electricity had been down, that’s why my air conditioner was not working. I got up from my bed and out of my room, and I realized that I was alone. I live in a dorm, on the second floor, and at that time no one was there except me. Not thinking of anything, I went down to the first floor where the electricity box is to try to turn on the switch. Something happened, and the electricity wouldn’t turned on, even after I turned the switch on. I gave up after several tries, and climb back to my room.

While I laid there in my bed, feeling uncomfortable because of the heat, I heard something. The sound was very faint, I didn’t realize it at the first time. But the more I try to focus to that song, the more I got scared. It was the Kuntilanak song. At first it was very faint, but then it went louder, and then it went faint again. Just as someone sang it from the distance, come closer, and went away.

Not long after that, around 1 or 2 minutes after I heard the song, I heard something from outside my window. It was the chirp of a chick. It was a very faint sound. Mind you, there is no pet chicken in my dorm neither the surrounding area.

I pull my cover up to my head and not moving even though I was perspiring inside the cover because of the heat and i couldn’t sleep until the sun comes up and suddenly the electricity miraculously working again.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey:  I’m really glad the power came back on!  I did some googling and found a page about the song, “lingsir wengi”.  Not one I’d be singing anytime soon! 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ The Lady at the Bar

My uncle told me and my cousins this story.

My family is Seventh Day Adventists, so on Friday Nights it begins the time of our sabbath and it ends Saturday night. So we don’t do anything that goes against the seventh day. When my uncle was a teenager he went to this boarding school in Pottstwon, Pennsylvannia called Pine Forge SDA Academy. On Friday nights everything is shut down and you aren’t allowed to leave the grounds until Saturday night before curfew.

Well, one friday night he and his friends decided to sneak off the grounds and go to this bar and shoot pool. When they got there they were playing around and my uncles friend started talking to this girl he met at the bar and they hit it off. When it was time to leave my uncles friend stayed back to walk the girl home to her house. While they were walking he put his jacket around her shoulders so she would stay warm. There was a lot of fog on the road and there were no cars driving. When they got to her house she gave him a kiss goodbye and shut the door. When he got back to his dorm he realized that he forgot to ask for his jacket.

The next night my uncle and his friend snuck back out after curfew to get his jacket. First they went to the bar but she wasn’t there, so they walked to her house. My uncle waited my the street light by the gate while his friend went to the house. He knocked on the door and this old lady answered. He told her he was looking for the young lady that lived here. The old lady stared at him for a while before saying that there was no young lady that lived there. He asked her if she was sure because he walked her here the night before. She stared at him again then opened the door wider, and said she was the only one who lived there. He looked behind the old woman and saw a large portrait hanging on the wall. He told her that was the young woman he was talking about. The old lady turned and stared at the picture before turning back to him. “That’s impossible” she said as she shook her head. My uncle’s friend asked her what she meant.

And she said, “Well she’s been dead for 15 years.” My uncle’s friends face went pale. The old lady pointed to the field across the road, “Her grave is right over there.” 

When my uncle and his friend walked across the road and into the cemetery, there in the ground was a tombstone and on top of it was my uncles friend’s jacket. Ever since my uncle and his friend never went back out on a friday night.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey answered:  This is a very common type of story, so much that it’s recognized as an urban legend despite occurring all over the place. One of the most famous ones is the vanishing hitchhiker Resurrection Mary from Chicago. 5/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ Thirsty

submitted by sunfir3

Anyway about a year and a half ago my friend whom I’ve known since intermediate school had been kicked out of her house. We had graduated high school a few months back so she was without a job, car, or family. 

My family took her in for about a month and during this time we started to experience weird things. One night I had to sleep in our spare bedroom because she snored so badly it was starting to affect our friendship. I went to brush my teeth and I heard the screen door attached to our front door open and close. Now, this isn’t so weird because the wind could have easily done it, what caught my attention was hearing the heavy front door do the same. I thought my friend had left the house. 

So I went to my room where she was in that also is right next to the front door and she was in there laying on the ground texting. I asked her if she had left for a bit and she no, then I asked her if she had heard the front door and she denied it.

There is no way I could have heard it being further away and her not since she was right next to the wall by the door. So I thought I was just imagining things and let it go. I said good night and went to the room across from where she was.

There is a bathroom and a hallway between those rooms then my parents room, then the living room and further down the kitchen. Around 3 I was still awake reading something on my phone when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I thought it was my mom going to the bathroom only I had never heard her door. Then the footsteps stopped and I sat up in bed trying hard to stay quiet. Then the footsteps started again only they were going to the kitchen.

In the kitchen we had a water dispenser that you pull down to help with the weight of the water jugs. Its this horrible medieval looking thing that squeeks when you pour water. I heard it being shaken in the kitchen. Then I heard the footsteps again.

After a while of just sitting up in bed I opened my door and saw that my moms door was closed and so was the one where my friend was sleeping. How did they get up, move the water, and walk around without opening doors?

 Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey answered: It seems like there was a bit of stress and unrest in your house with your friend being there.  Sometimes stressful situations make paranormal activity worse, especially in poltergeist-type cases. It’s very interesting that she claimed to hear nothing! 6/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

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Happy Hauntings

For as long as I can remember, my maternal side of the family has told me we were all gifted, as long as we open up to it. There are crazy stories of my aunt knowing when my mom was in a near fatal crash, and when I could physically feel when my sister was in a car wreck herself. But I never really understood what they meant until I was older. 

When I was thirteen my grandfather passed. I was at his home after the funeral staying with my grandmother. I stayed with her for a week. Every night I heard shuffling footsteps that would come in and out of my room, and often whatever was walking would come and sit at the edge of my bed (my grandfather often did that when he was alive). When it would leave, I would go and check on my mom and grandmother, and they would both be asleep. I also noticed that every time I would hear the steps, I would also hear one of the many music boxes he had. And when it would leave, the music would stop. My grandmother has since moved from the house, but my mother confirmed that she too had the same experiences. 

I’ve had many since then. That one was most likely the least frightening of them all, however, it was the beginning of many more that I would encounter, even to this day. 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Weeper answered: 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ 15 minutes more

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I haven’t had too many paranormal things happen to me, but this is the one I remember best:

I live in Argentina, and over here there’s this sort of home-made Ouija board- like game called “el juego de la copa” (literally ‘the cup game’, even tho it’s played with a glass)…. You play it by writing down the whole alphabet and yes/no/hello/goodbye in paper strips and lay them down on the floor or table, then you use a glass cup, the kind that have a base and support- think of a wine cup, but it’d provably be best to use one with a narrower mouth… everyone puts their fingers on the upside-down glass’ support and make circles with the cup in between the letters/commands until you start getting an answer.

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Uncle Mike

I did not experience this for myself; my grandmother, who is perfectly well and no-nonsense did.

Before I was born, about fourty years ago, my grandmother’s brother Mike died.

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▶ Come Out And Play

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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.

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▶ Sports Ghost

Sports Ghost

So about two years ago, in February of 2012, one of my neighbors in my neighborhood died. 

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▶ Halloween Haunt

Anonymous submitted: 

This story is more sweet than scary, but I figured i’d share anyways

So, during the first semester of my eleventh year, I did a coop placement at a hospital. I was so intent on becoming a nurse that I’d spend 5+ hours a day at the hospital to earn two credits in school. I cant necessarily say I still feel the same.

There was this one patient who had slight dementia, and a really bad limp even he would poke fun at. He’d constantly ask for the time or if he’d already been fed. He’d forget his family members and his nurses, but for whatever reason he’d never forget me. I genuinely liked him, and would spend a lot of my free time keeping him company.

I knew that he was getting old, and his health wasn’t at it’s best, but I was still shocked to find his death certificate ready for delivery as I walked in on Halloween. Teary eyed, I silently helped the nurses clean and wrap his body. Before we closed the body bag, I realized his eyes were open. The nurse that I was shadowing wasn’t the most considerate person. So when I went to close his eyes, she went on a long spiel telling me to “stop treating him better than our other patients.” The part that kind of scared me about that moment was the soft hand I felt on my shoulder, as if I was being comforted. Nonetheless I closed his eyes and dealt with the chastisement from my supervisor.

For the rest of the day I felt serene, as if I was being protected. I even walked home through a forest trail known for its coyotes without even glancing behind me.

As I was going to bed, I looked to the corner of my room. Just beside my piano was the silhouette of a man, the patient I had grown fond of. With his limping gait, he walked across the room, bent over and placed a kiss on my forehead. I can still feel where his stubble brushed against my brow. I watched him slip through my bedroom door and disappear down the corridor.

To this day I still see his silhouette, leaning against my piano.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: sweet ghosts are my favorite tbh! 4/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

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