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When I was in school I was friends with this girl called Sarah. One day we were talking about ghosts…
I have followed this blog for a long time and I have read every single submission and I am finally submitting my own experience.
My grandmother took me and my siblings to one of those old Victorian houses that are now tourist walkthroughs when I was about 11 in New Zealand where we currently live.
It was quite quiet as apart from the receptionist we were the only ones in the house. We had been told that one of the daughters had passed away of an illness in the house, I think her name was Claire. There was a picture of her in the drawing room, she was only 9 when she died.
Her and her sister had a small bedroom each up these steep stairs leading up to an attic type space above the second floor. As we were starting up the stairs I heard a noise and as I turned towards the noise I caught a glimpse of a white figure passing the doorway, thinking nothing of it I kept walking up the stairs.
As we got to the top of the stairs we started looking around the two small bedrooms, when I walked up to the further of the two rooms I saw ‘Claire was here’ imprinted on the wall, but when I looked again the words were no longer there, my sister saw it too.
But it made me start thinking about the white figure, could it have been Claire? And for her to stay behind maybe she didn’t die of an illness. Not so much scary but this experience got me more interested into the paranormal.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Interesting. 6/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
In my bedroom, the closet doors are actually mirrors from floor to ceiling. My mom thinks it looks better, but I always found them creepy. My bed used to be right in front of the closet, and when I turned off the lights, I was always freaked out while looking over at them.
Usually, I used to see things in the dark, weird shadows that crossed the room or crawled on the ceiling and stuff like that. When I felt disturbed by them, I always closed my eyes and prayed for them to leave, you know, give myself some peace of mind. On most occasions that this happened, I was always talking with someone on the phone [reason why I would stay awake in a dark room], so I’d just ask them to give me a few seconds and that I’d explain later.
One night, I was talking to my best friend, who was used to me doing the before mentioned since it had happened before while I was with her on the phone. But on that night, I was just looking around my room and I suddenly looked at my mirror closet doors. I felt a tingle run down my spine. Right next to the doors, standing in a corner of the room was the silhouette of a little girl, dressed in white with dark, short hair in pigtails, looking straight at me.
I felt a huge energy, bad energy, and my heart just started racing. I closed my eyes tightly, hid under my covers and told my friend to give me a few seconds. I found it odd that my friend panicked. She kept asking me if I was alright, asking me what had happened. I was trying to pray so I ignored her, urged her to give me a minute or two. I really needed to pray, I didn’t feel like there was time to explain what I saw. But regardless of my pleas, she kept on asking me. Eventually I just placed the phone far away from me so I couldn’t hear her and finished.
Once I finally did that, I took a deep breath, looked at the corner and was glad to see that the little girl was gone, but when I got back to the phone, my friend was still panicky. I excused myself, told her that I just saw something disturbing and needed a few seconds. I didn’t tell her it was a little girl what I had seen.
But she just said ‘oh’, and stayed quiet for a while. So I asked what was wrong and she said, ‘Just before you said to give you a few seconds, I heard a little girl’s voice calling your name.’
Needless to say, I moved my bed from position. Now there’s a wall in between my bed and the closet mirrors. Luckily, I haven’t seen anything else since, but it still gives me the creeps to think about it.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: creepy. 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
Anon submitted:
The Girl At The End Of The Bed
I live in England and this insident occured when I was in my last year of junior school, also known as year six. Every year, some teachers would take year six away on a trip somewhere for a week. That year we went to Whitby. Name familiar? Well, if you’ve ever read Dracula,then it should be. The teachers got us hyped up on the Dracula story and the boys used it to their advantage, pulling vamire-theamed pranks for the whole week.
There was a girl called Mayumi.
One day when she was walking towards the school, she caught sight of another girl ahead on the street wearing the same school uniform as her. The girl was her classmate, and was often the target of bullying in the class.
Bullying could often get extreme at an all-girls school likeMayumi’s.
Sometimes her classmates just ignored the girl, and at other times they would do things like putting used sanitary items on the girl’s desk. The teachers knew about the bullying but pretended they didn’t see it.
Mayumi had no particular feelings towards the girl, but she didn’t dare to be the odd one out and so bullied the girl along with the rest of the class. She remembered saying some cruel things to the girl.
Mayumi got closer and noticed the girl was looking very happy. And somehow she kept jumping at the same spot. Mayumi was puzzled. The spot where she was jumping on was a manhole. Why was she jumping like that, smiling like mad?
“Nine, nine, nine, nine….” The girl kept muttering while she jumped.
“What are you doing?” Mayumi asked the girl.
But the girl didn’t answer and just went on muttering, “nine, nine, nine, nine….”
“Hey! Don’t you ignore me!” Mayumi said with more heat in her voice.
But still the girl said nothing.
Until that moment, Mayumi never despised the girl like the others did, but what with the girl enjoying all by herself and ignoring her completely, a sudden feeling of anger welled up in her.
“Why the hell are you doing that?”She asked once again. But the girl went on jumping happily as before, as if she hadn’t heard Mayumi’s outburst.
Then suddenly a strange idea occurred to Mayumi that maybe this “jumping on the manhole as you say numbers” is a very wonderful and interesting thing to do.
It was a stupid idea, Mayumi knew. She felt confused about her feelings, and at the same time, found herself wanting to make the girl stop what she was doing.Mayumi somehow couldn’t accept that someone like her was enjoying herself in that way.
“Move! I’ll try that myself!” Mayumi said, and pushing the girl away, stood on the manhole herself.
Mayumi bent her knees well before making a big jump. At the exact moment, the girl who had been pushed away, quickly, and using all her strength, removed the lid of the manhole. Mayumi fell right into it.
The girl put the lid back on. And smiling with satisfaction, she started jumping again, this time muttering, “ten, ten, ten, ten….”
patrickjcanlas submitted:
When I was about seven - and my older sister nine - I lived in a small house in the poorer area of the city. But it was a nice, quaint house; a bit dark, and there was one room in particular that just didn’t sit right with anyone. My sister and I would play around the house, but we’d see the room from the dark hallway upstairs and would just get this feeling of foreboding. And if we did have to go in to get office supplies (that’s what the room was used for, as well as a guest room), there was always this suffocating feeling about the air. And always this sense that someone was in there with us.
I would hear occasional creaks in the ceiling at night and a few shuffling noises coming from the direction of the room, but I always shrugged it off as small animals in the attic or a branch scraping against the window. But other inexplicable things would happen that could not be explained…
Sometimes, while everyone stayed downstairs, we would hear my bedroom door slam shut. But the all the windows would be closed, so that couldn’t be it. Or there would be an occasional thump coming from the weird room around the afternoons and evenings.
Then, more strange phenomena began to take place. My mom was cleaning her ear with a q-tip, alone in her bathroom, when my sister and I heard her scream. Her ear was bleeding and she’d told us that she felt something suddenly push the q-tip violently into her ear. She was sent to the emergency room, but it wasn’t anything too serious. And one night, my sister and I were left alone (our parents worked long hours and we couldn’t afford a babysitter, so we had to grow up a bit early). She was downstairs washing the dishes and I was upstairs drawing. After a while, she ran upstairs and scolded me saying “what were you doing downstairs? look! you splashed water all over my back!” And sure enough, I felt her back and it was soaked with water. We couldn’t explain things like that.
with the little girl in place of what once were mysterious events.
Eventually the physical phenomena came to a stop, but the room in the hallway remained as strange and ominous as it ever was. After we moved out, my mom had told us something that she thought she couldn’t tell us while we were in the house (to prevent any sort of panic or disturbance, I guess). That the previous owners had a daughter who died of cancer in the room upstairs in the hallway. The memories of that house still make me cringe. I can just picture all of those inexplicable moments.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Quite freaky, especially the bit where your mother was attacked. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
sailorshortness submitted:
Back in middle school, I lived in a slightly bigger house than we normally did. It was cozy and I quickly grew to like it with my mother, our roomate, and her daughter. There were two conjoined rooms that our roomate’s daughter and I decided to share one of the rooms, and leave the other room as a sort of hang out area. Everything was fine for a while, then out of nowhere, she refused to come into the room we shared, saying it freaked her out. I didn’t get it, until one night. Her mom was going to pick her up from her grandmothers house on this night. So I went into my mom’s room to read (her bed felt comfier than mine), and about 20 minutes later, I hear the roomate’s daughter calling for me, in a softer voice than normal. I jump out of the bed to say hi since we had become good friends, but didn’t see her. I asked her mom where she was, but she said she hadn’t left to go get her daughter yet. I went back into the room and forced myself to get caught up in my book.
About a month later, my mom is taking me to school. She tells me that the night before, she was laying on the couch watching tv, when suddenly, her head whipped to the side and she saw the figure of a little girl flash. She didn’t move from the couch that night. It seemed we had a little friend in the house. After time went by, I felt the girl’s presence mostly in my room. I could always tell where she was, and after a while, I got somewhat used to it. I once even heard her trip or move the chair I had in my room one night laying in bed. I could hear the little scratch noise a chair makes on a hard floor. On a separate night, I had a friend of mine sleeping over. She said during the middle of the night, she went to the bathroom and thinks she saw the girl in the other room joined with mine.
The thing that freaked me out the most with this whole experience was the night she grabbed me. For the first time, she got me out of my room. I was laying in bed, watching a movie. Out of nowhere, I feel this pressure from a hand on my arm, she grabbed me with quite a force. With the light of my tv, I could see the pressure imprints of her fingers on my arm. After that, I slept with my mom for months and refused to go to bed until my mom did.
saying it had a heavy feeling.
I don’t think the girl meant any harm. I think she wanted some sort of attention or someone to communicate with and felt I should be it. I wish I would have done research on the house’s history. Everyone hated that room. No one liked being in it. Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: That was some story. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
myownguitarhero submitted:
The Brunt Little Girl
This story that you’re about to read is true, and it happened to me.
memoryjarr submitted:
Bubbly Skin
My sister used to hide in the oddest nooks and crannies as a child. She would go missing for the whole afternoon only to be found hiding in an airing cupboard, claiming to be taking part in a game of hide and seek with “the poorly girls”.
oneir0dynia submitted:
hey, i’m just going to start out by saying i love your blog!
but yes, i do have a story and it actually just happened a couple days ago.
my house hasn’t usually been creepy as a kid, but growing up my parents ( mainly my mom ) and my aunt and grandmother always told me scary ghost storys but i never really got scared. but as i started to grow up i went even more into paranormal things like ghost videos and pictures, but watching them, only slightly scared me, and nothing ever came to show it self to me,thinking something would. but one day i think i took it a little to far…
i went to a graveyard with a couple of friends when the day was ending just for the fun mainly cause i was really in to the paranormal and i still am, but nothing happened there only a strange encounter with a old couple.
we were just walking around and they came up to us and said: “what are you guys doing here?” we said “looking for a relative” we were somewhat lieing because thats not what we went there for, it was to scare us, but it turns out one of my friends had a relative there. so the conversation went on, but finaly under her breath, the women said, “you shouldn’t be here” but only my friend heard it, he told me after.
nothing else happened and we left, but i slept over at a friends house and in the morning on the way home riding my bike, ( cause i was only 13 at the time and now currently 14 ) but i saw a black figure behind a bush but as i went past it, it disappeared, and nothing happened that day, until i went to bed, about at 12:00 or 1:00 i heard a little girl crying, and it slightly scared me, but i brushed it off, but a little later on, at the top of my door, a little girl. pitch black. grabed the top corner of my top and pulled it self in, and it looked side ways but i never really got scared by it, ( i get scared by pictures, and stories but never, life experiences. ) and till now i never saw it again.
hope you liked it ! i sure was odd for me ! and i’ll probably put some other stories in, thanks !
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Aw thanks. So I guess you won’t ever go back to a graveyard at night time again lol, 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
