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Comforting Touch

My great grandparents owned a plot of land in a forested area and had built a tiny cabin there, not big enough for much more than a cot or two, but the loved it, my great grandma especially. When they died they left it to my grandpa who promptly brought a larger trailer up there so staying there could be more comfortable, however my grandpa refused to allow dogs in the trailer. So whenever I went up with my parents, we would keep the dogs in the cabin overnight and one of us would sleep with them.

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The Void House

Years and years ago, my uncle and I went to my cousin’s house to drop something off. It was a few days before Christmas, so they had a tree up in the living room. As soon as I entered, I got the weirdest feeling, like I had never felt before. The hallway was dark too, with her son’s room at the end. As I stood there while they talked, I could not make myself look down the hall or at the tree anymore. For some reason, I felt like I would see a threatening man sitting under it or in the bedroom. It’s really hard to explain, but I saw an image in my mind of a man, completely black with no features or clothes, sitting under the tree. I felt so… off in that house, but the feeling is impossible to explain.

It turns out, my cousin called it the Void House or something similar, and there was always spooky stuff going on. Her son had nightmares and swore he saw something perched on the foot of his bed. She said she saw a woman “teleporting” around the field behind the house at night. Even my uncle, who refuses any sort of supernatural anything, felt really off in the house and wanted out as fast as the rest of us.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Weeper answered: Wow that’s eerie. 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.

From personal experience…

So, this happened years ago, back when I was a high school senior, our class went on a trip—3 days, 2 nights—and me and 4 of my friends shared a room, we stayed at some sort of convent, and from what we’ve heard from the other class who’ve been there before us, there have been some weird and pretty creepy happenings in there before.

One night, after our scheduled activities we all headed back to our rooms to get ready for bed, and while waiting, I decided to tell my friends some ghost stories, just for fun. But they all told me to stop cause they were scared. Lights off,then they all went to sleep, and I really wasn’t that sleepy yet so, being the weird kid that I am, I kind of wanted to really see/feel a ghostly presence for myself, just to see if the stories we’ve heard from the others were real.

I closed my eyes, and started to whisper something to myself (as if I was talking to someone else) I said something like, "If you really do exist, I would like you to show yourself, or at least make your presence known."…a minute or 2 passed, I opened my eyes and nothing happened. After that, I decided the stories were fake and just shrugged it off and tried to go to sleep.

Around 10:30, just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone from our room screaming, although I really couldn’t understand what they were saying, me and the other 2 got up to see who it was, when we realized it was one of our friends (the other one really didn’t wake up cause she was kind of a heavy sleeper), we rushed to her bed and asked her what was going on, she really wasn’t awake, but she really wasn’t quiet either.

Her eyes were closed and she kept shaking her head, and her legs were kind of shaking and swaying, and I swear I could hear her mumbling something. I then tried to shake her, hoping she’d wake up, asking her what’s going on. And that’s when she looked up at me with eyes wide open and a creepy smile, she then  said "Yeeessss..?" and she really didn’t seem like herself, it’s almost as if she was possessed. And that kinda scared me, our other friend thought she was kidding, so she got annoyed and asked her to stop fooling around, and told us to go back to sleep, so we did.

Right as we got back to our beds, our friend still didn’t stop making those weird noises, and her legs shook more violently and I heard her voice go from normal to really low pitched, almost sounding like a man’s voice, or probably even lower, so low I could barely hear it and the words she kept mumbling still won’t make sense.

And that’s when I remembered, what I’ve done earlier…asking for someone or something  to show themselves to me or make their presence known. So, thinking it’s what’s been causing all of this, I closed my eyes again and whispered "Okay, we now know you’re here, please, just please leave us alone now. I’m sorry." I kept repeating those words over and over until after almost a minute, my friend stopped…

After that I think I fell asleep, and at around 4:30am, we all got out of bed, we then asked our friend what was going on with her last night and she literally had no clue what we were talking about, she told us she’s been sleeping the whole time and the only time she woke up was at exactly 12 midnight and we were all sleeping…

She says she did notice something that time though, and that was the little girl standing at the foot of my bed.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: You gotta be careful what you invite in! 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ Imaginary Friends.

This is a very personal story for me, and I haven’t really built up the courage to write about it until I read other peoples stories and experiences.

When I was younger, I had two imaginary friends, well, actually I had more than two, but the only two who stuck around were Ivy and Leonard. 

Ivy, with onyx colored hair and green eyes, and around the age of a seven year old. Leonard, a tall man, with friendly eyes that were a hazel brown. 

My mother says I used to have full conversations with them, to the point where it almost made her more scared than she had originally been when she learned their names.

See, when my mom was little, she also had two imaginary friends, named Ivy and Leonard. Same spelling, same description that I had as a child. 

My mother had those imaginary friends till she was in her late pre-teens. As she grew older, she said they slowly started to only show up when she was alone, and usually when she was scared, sad, or stressed.

Now if I still have your attention, this is where things become interesting.

My mom lived in an Victorian home in an old town in Oregon state. I remember visiting that home, because it was where my grandmother lived till I was six years old. I lived there with my grandma, my mom, my dad, and little brother till she decided to move, and then we moved to Washington. My mother lived there her entire life, and from what my mom, her five sisters, and my grandma say it was a very interesting experience.

The house had been around for a very long time, but, there had to be repairs done to the house before my grandparents moved in. The previous owners had told my parents that there had been a fire in part of the upper part of the house, but repairs had been made and now it was completely fine. 

What my mom hadn’t known till her pre-teen years, is that the fire had started in the room she stayed in. Now, in the town that she lived in, they would take spare wood that was in good condition from homes that were being torn down, and apparently the wood that had been used to make the repairs was from another home.

My mother swears up and down that there is no way she would have ever mentioned Ivy or Leonard to me. But from what I remember of them, I felt like I had known them forever.

I would vent to them when I was scared, and I remember Ivy hugging me. I remember Leonard reading us stories. I remember them like they were real people. 

My mom says that I used to draw them, and that she had drawn them too. Like they wanted to be seen. 

I continued to see them after my Grandma moved, till I was eight. I remember, because they weren’t anywhere around me for my ninth or tenth, and they had always been there before.

While they may have been figments of my imagination, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something else. I really don’t know what to call them, so I call them my old imaginary friends.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: It’s very interesting that you had the exact same imaginary friends! 5/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ Mike’s Tattoo

My boyfriend, Kyle, was very close to his Uncle Mike. Mike was 7 years older than Ky and they were so close, they were like brothers, everyone said they were. I never met Mike, so I wouldn’t know. Anyway, May 21st, 2011, Mike died of a drug over dose. Kyle was in the hospital with him since the day he was first hospitalized, a week or so before his death. Kyle was told the 19th that Mike was going to die, and never left his side. The 21st Kyle will swear up and down that Mike woke up, told Kyle he loves him and that everything would be okay and then died. No one believe’s him, and he swears that Mike woke up.

Any way, i was at Kyle’s house November 19th, we were just hanging around in his room. Kyle goes into this trance like state. He gets really bad anxieties, they sometimes get bad enough to cause him seizures. Anyway, I ask Kyle what’s wrong, and he says, “Mike.” Kyle’s always told me that Mike visits him, and does it often. Mikes visits always upset Kyle because he doesn’t want to accept that Mike’s gone. Ky sits up and changes the song that’s playing. I pull him back and have him lay his head in my lap, I run my fingers through his hair and try to get him to calm down. His eyes dart from his ceiling to the piece of paper thumb tacked to his wall. The piece of paper is the tattoo Ky is getting in memory of Mike. I look at him and he says that Mike’s tattoo was moving. I look at it and it’s still. I shrug it off knowing that Kyle feels Mike here. Suddenly I look up at the door and Mike is smiling at me, I know its Mike because I’ve seen pictures of him. I smile back and this sense of just pure calm washes over me, it’s that kind of really safe and protected feeling. I nod but Mike’s not at the doorway anymore, and the door is open a crack. Kyle is still a little anxious but calmer nonetheless.

I had to leave Ky’s house a half hour later and I’m in my car and Ky texts me, “Did you take Mike’s tattoo?” I’m like, “No?” He said it was gone, completely, the thumb tacks were gone too. I said that’s weird and to check under his bed and such. He said he did, its not there, he checked his floor his bed under his bed everywhere. And the thumb tacks were gone too, so its not like one of the thumb tacks fell out, both were gone, and it’s not like the picture was ripped off the wall. It was just gone. About a week later I ask Kyle if he found Mike’s tattoo yet. He hadn’t. An hour later he says he found it, in his dresser drawer, at his other house. I’m like how the hell did it get there? He has no idea. His mom doesn’t know, no one knows. Well sort of no one, Kyle and I know it was Mike. It has to be. The tattoo is for Mike, and Mike and Kyle were so close, so of course it was Mike.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: It’s sweet that their bond survived his death. 2/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ Night Terror or Haunting?

I’ve only ever had one night terror I can remember when I was around 8 or 9. Well the night before I had one again and I am still jumpy and scared because of it. I was asleep and woke up and I was facing my closet I rolled over and my baby Brother was in my room asleep because he is sick and needs to be away from my baby Sister.  He was still asleep so I went to sleep. A few moments later I woke up and he was still asleep and I rolled back over to face the closet and there was a woman sitting in the middle of my floor and she smiled and her jaw cracked open so wide. I closed my eyes tight and pulled my blanket up to my neck. Well she moved next to me and was saying over and over again “I know you’re awake.” and I didn’t open my eyes still. Well then she started saying “I am under the blanket with you.” and I could feel her cold touch on my hand. I still do. She was laughing and saying this all over and over again. I even moved one arm and pulled Brother into me closer. Well finally our Dad knocked on the door and I jumped up and left and he took my Brother. I am starting to wonder was it a Night Terror or is there something unwanted sharing a room with me now.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey:  It does sound like sleep paralysis, but it’s very strange that she was speaking so clearly. For me, at least, I hear a lot of jumbled noise that I can’t make out! Let us know if you have any more experiences!  5/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!

▶ 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

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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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