I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts that had a lot of old houses from the colonial period. One of my childhood friends happened to live on those houses, just down the road from the town cemetery. My friend’s house, while very colonial looking on the outside, had a lot of renovations so the interior was pretty modern. One of these renovations had the attic re-purposed into a playroom/guest room, where we would usually sleep during sleepovers.
Out of the Ordinary
This isn’t really scary telling it, or listening to it, but it creeped me out quite a bit when it happened to me. Around January last year I began to feel like my family and I weren’t quite alone. I only felt this in my bedroom, in the hall outside my bedroom and in the bathroom at the end of the hall.
My mother took me to the manatee festival in blue springs Florida yesterday and as we were driving home (we live about an hour from there) i saw this guy walking along the side of the road, which given that we were passing by some gas stations and stores and such isn’t all too surprising.
It was a couple of days before Father’s Day last year and as a bed I had two mattresses stacked up on each other blankets, and the first night, at around midnight I felt the side of my bed dip in, and being curious I looked over my shoulder to see what was there. Sometimes my cat comes into my room to sleep, but he wasn’t there. Instead there was indent on my blanket, almost like someone was sitting there, and the spot was heavy too. I ignored it, thinking it was my deceased Grandpa since he liked to do that, but then the next night, the night before Father’s Day, it happened again.
In 1587, about 120 men, women, and children established the first English colony in America— then vanished without a trace, leaving historians and archaeologists with one of America’s most perplexing mysteries. Until this day it remains unsolved.
Hello, FYN, I wanted to share with you a story I just remembered that my grandmother (my nana as we call her) told me when I was a little girl about a paranormal experience she had when she was a little girl. Some of the details may not be exactly precise, but this is the gist of it.
So I have a story, and I would really love your input, because we cannot figure out what this could be. On Wednesday night my friend was sitting in his room at our dorm looking out the window. Our dorm faces another dorm so we can see into their windows and they can see into ours. There is a window in the other dorm where the stairwell is. The stairwell is a very small area, and we are not even sure that there is a floor right under the window(if that makes sense). He saw a figure that he claimed was not human that appeared to be pacing back and forth.
My name is Serena and I am from the UK. This happened to my friend while with me, its sort of, OUR story.
We were both 14 and at my home. I have never been a believer in the supernatural and while she used to have an interest she didn’t particularly believe it herself either.
Alright. Personally, I enjoy watching horror movies and thinking about the paranormal, especially when things play tricks on your mind.
But I was smart enough to know that such things couldn’t exist. I knew that a doll wouldn’t come to life to stab me or that a werewolf would come on the full moon and bite me. I had my doubts with those things, but when it came to spiritual contact I didn’t doubt at all.