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Smoking Buddy

This has happened to me on two occasions; the second time was the other night, which freaked me out enough to prompt me to submit.  

Sometimes at night I take a walk up my street to have a smoke break (my mom hates it that I smoke).  I usually try to make it quick because I tend to get an uneasy feeling at my smoking spot, particularly at night.  I had always blamed it on paranoia.  

Anyway, one night I finished my cigarette, so I stubbed it out completely (I’m paranoid about fire) and got up from my spot on the curb.  Something caught my eye, and I looked down to see a cigarette butt, still glowing as if someone had just finished it and flicked it onto the ground.  The first time I was a little weirded out, but assumed I just hadn’t extinguished the embers, and put it out.  But then it happened again.  This time I realized that the cigarette was laying in a different spot than where I had crushed the last one.  Both times I had only smoked one cigarette.  I couldn’t get home fast enough. I can’t say I’ll be smoking after dark any time soon.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Weeper answered: Yikes, that’s really creepy. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.

▶ Turn the lights off

anonymous submitted: 

Ok so this story takes place in my house(15 years old , we are the first owners, no ones died here). Ok so me and my friend(A) we’re having a sleep over in my room. Basically, my room is a square . It has four walls, the door is in the middle of two of the walls . On one side is my closet and my light switch. And on the other is my bed(twin). So me and my friend were talking until about 1 am and then we went to sleep. Since there isn’t enough room in my bed for the two of us.

I slept on the floor right against my closet and in reaching distance to the light switch. (I made a nest on the floor). But my room has always given me the creeps. Like the vibes in this room are allways off, so I never sleep in here. Anyways. We didn’t turn the light all the way off b/c of the vibes. So it was dim.

We were both fine with it like that. So around 2:30 or 3 (pretty sure it was like 3) but I randomly woke up . And A was staring at me. So I was like wtf, but i didn’t think anything of it until she said”TURN THE LIGHT OFF” she didn’t tell it, it was just in this super stern voice (which is super out of character) so I was just like “no” and I checked the time and then just went back to sleep. So I didn’t over think it or anything until in the morning when A Was like “why did you turn off the light.” And then I was like “I didnt”. Then I told her my side of the story . And we bother know that we were awake , and we both don’t remember what the other person said happend. It was just werid , and what’s even weirder , is the light was still on.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: Pretty Weird. 4/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ It Wasn’t My Mom


This story is kind of long, sorry :S

My family used to rent different houses on Cape Cod to vacation in over the summer (usually staying in the mid-Cape) and about 6 years ago, we rented one in Barnstable, one of the older towns. The second week we stayed at this house, my friend came to spend the week with us. On the second or third night, there was a particularly severe thunderstorm (which was AWESOME) with lots of lightning.

I woke up and was kneeling at my window to watch and film the storm (I wanted to get good photos of lightning like I saw on Weather Channel or NatGeo) while my friend was in the other bed. We were on the second floor. I turned around because i thought I heard one of the box fans knock over. I saw a dark figure standing in the doorway of the bathroom (my room, the bathroom, and my parents’ room were all at the top of the stairs). The bathroom light was on, but it didn’t illuminate whoever it was in the doorway. But since I didn’t have my glasses on, I assumed it was my mom. When the storm had moved on, I went back to sleep. No big deal.

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▶ Baby in the Field


This happened to a friend of mine. She grew up in Brazil and moved to North America when she was 10.

While living in Brazil, she attended an elementary school that was surrounded by a forest that the kids would go to play in during breaks between classes, even though it was off the school limits and they could get in trouble. 

She and her friends decided to go out into the forest one day, and as they went through it, they came across a large clearing among the trees. It was circular, the size of a soccer field, and in the middle of it, there was a small shack with two windows.

They approached the shack and looked inside. It was dark and clearly used for storage, with old gardening equipment and other knickknacks. And among all these things was a bassinet.

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▶ Dont Jump On the Bed


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. 

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▶ The Childhood Home


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.

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▶ Come Out And Play


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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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.

▶ Jefferey


A few years ago I went on a trip to Oklahoma City. The trip was fine but after I got back I noticed my wallet was missing. That’s when strange things started happening around my house.

Now, I can only assume that what caused the events was a poltergeist, because at the time I was reading a book about ghosts, poltergeists, and other things of paranormal nature. The book said that poltergeists are attracted to negitive energy which I had plenty of because, like I said, I had lost my wallet.

The first unusual thing that happened was one night my father and I were sitting in the living room watching TV and all of the sudden the ceiling fan started spinning. No one had touched it and it wasn’t switched on.

Then, a few nights later something else happened. Once again it was just my father and I in the living room watching TV when we heard what sounded like a plastic bag rustling followed by something hitting the floor in the kitchen. There was a sack of groceries on the counter and we figured that our cat had jumped onto the counter and knocked it off. So I went to go check it out and pick up the groceries that I assumed were now now scattered on the floor. Upon entering the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was that the groceries were still in the sack on the counter. That in and of itself struck me as odd, considering what we had heard so plainly and clearly, but what really freaked me out was the cabinets. Every single one of them was open.

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▶ The Moore


So, I’ve always been a relatively open minded person, paranormal phenomena is nothing new to me, and honestly I’m pretty difficult to frighten. My sister (for the sake of the story let’s just call her D) and I occasionally enjoy doing some paranormal investigating of our own.  And, before I start my story, it is important to know that my campus (Western Carolina University) is known for being rather haunted.

Here is a link for the full story… http://www.virtualblueridge.com/parkway/special/haunted-places.asp.

So, here it goes…

The Moore building always seemed out of place to me. It stood on top of a hill, in a sleepy section of campus, shielded by several ancient oak trees. The architecture its self was  diverse, it seemed deep-rooted, with it sweeping arches and solid brick pathways…that place always held a peculiar air about it. My freshmen year I had a class in it and I still distinctly remember the bleary, cold, early mornings that I sat in the hallway, waiting for the rest of my class to appear…the atmosphere always felt unusually heavy. As if someone were observing me -even if no one was around- that feeling would remain.

So, one evening, last autumn, D and I decided to explore Moore that-due to the construction of a new Health and Human services building- had stood vacant for over a year. After we managed to sneak inside, I was shocked by how unorderly it looked. Normally when a building is left unused all the equipment is packed out but the inside of Moore looked as if everyone had left in a state of panic or disarray. Papers were strewn about, chairs, desks, and lab equipment…it looked like (and I am sorry if this offensive to anyone) what I imagine Chernobyl must have. As if everyone stopped what they were doing, got up, and simply left.

As D and I ventured throughout the building, I felt the unexplainable but undeniable weight of a something inspecting us. It was suffocating, like humidity on a hot summer day, it lingered over me, and D seemed oblivious to it. When we eventually got to the third floor, I wanted out of there, the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end and my sister’s offhand nature was grating on my nerves. How could she be so relaxed? I felt like I was choking, the pressure was so intense, it was relentless.

Finally, we ventured back down and that is when we noticed it. A staircase leading casually into the vast darkness of Moore’s basement. I saw fear dawn on her face then, as if she finally understood, that this place was very much alive and vigilant to us being there. As we looked on into the yawning blackness, I asked her if she wanted to go down and not surprisingly she said no.

I wish I could say something incredible happened, but nothing did. I wish I could explain why I was so fearful, but I cannot.  It is, after all, just an empty building. Yet beyond a doubt, I know there is something there…something watching. 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: Creepy. I’d definitely be staying away from then on! 5/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ My Mother has Cough Attacks


For as long as I can remember, my mother has had a lung problem which leads to her coughing a lot and having cough attacks. 

Ever since I was around 7, my mom would leave me and my sisters (8 and 12 at the time) at home by ourselves. We were very used to her coughing all the time. We were mostly comfortable staying at home without her for a few hours everyday.

Our mudroom is on the other side of the wall of her bathroom, yet in order to get there you have to walk through the kitchen, dining room, living room, and her bedroom. The fact that they share a wall makes the sound travel incredibly well.

Often, we would be playing in the mudroom while my mother would be getting ready for the day, so we would hear her coughing quite loudly. Every so often, we would be home alone and playing in the mudroom when we would hear her clearly coughing. Thinking she was home, we would walk through the house to go see her in the bathroom. More often than not, she would not be in there.

I can’t explain it. We all heard it plain as day. I still sometimes think about it today.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: Very interesting. 5/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ My Cat Max


A few years ago, when I was sick, I was home alone up in my room. Just outside my room is a balcony that looks over a hall where we have photos of my relatives, up to my great-great-great-great-grandfather. As I woke up from a dream, I heard 6 distinct boot steps go down the hallway of relatives and then 6 more come back. I called out to see if anyone was home besides me. No response. I was a bit worried as my family had gone grocery shopping and there wasn’t supposed to be anyone else in the house. None of the alarms had gone off, and half an hour later; my parents and brother came back, without seeing someone else in the house.

It was an odd, but isolated incident, so I didn’t think much about it until last year.

I had finished feeding the cats in the basement. One of my cats, Max, is a hefty black and white ‘tuxedo’ cat, who was then approaching the age of 16. (He’s now 18.) Needless to say, he does not like to run when he can move at a leisurely pace, or even better, get carried. But one night, as I was about to head upstairs, I saw him looking down a dark hallway, just outside of the cat area. He looked down the hallway, then to me, back down… and ran. He bolted up the stairs. I thought it odd until I heard a boot step.

Needless to say, I got my ass out of there, too. 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: 
Spooky. 5/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ Pills


I also have a similar story to “I want to go back” and “go back to bed”! I hadn’t thought about it in a while until those two caught my eye and made me think back to a very similar event.

It was back in high school when I was living with my mom and my grandmother in a tiny little house in the middle of nowhere. My mom had been bad off since early middle school (a botched surgery and 9 corrective surgeries in a year had her spiraling down into pain med addiction. The whole nine yards) and was still addicted to pain medication that she guarded with her life.

I was in my second period class when I got a message to go to the office because I had a phone call. I went down and my mom was raging on the phone, demanding I tell her where I hid her medicine. Naturally, I had no idea what on earth she was talking about and tried to explain to her there was no way I could have taken her medicine since I caught the bus around 6.30 in the morning and had been at school since. She wouldn’t listen to me and said that I was in for it when I got home, then hung up. I figured she had just misplaced it somewhere and didn’t think about it for the rest of the school day.

When I got home, she was sitting on the porch smoking and looked like death. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that I had been home all day. I was really confused and asked her to explain it all. She said that after she had called me at school she walked into the kitchen and I was standing in there, laughing at her. I looked her in the eyes, and then walked away back into the laundry room, still laughing. She said she followed me, but when she got back there it was empty. Mom said that she figured she was just seeing things (that did happen fairly often) and turned and went back into the kitchen when she saw me standing in front of my bedroom door. She said i looked really really angry, and she asked why I was I at home and not at school. The other me didn’t answer, but glared at her, then opened my door, went into the bedroom and slammed it as hard as it could. She said she ran in there to yell at me for being loud, but the room was empty. It freaked her out, so she decided to stay outside until the real me got back.

I guess, take from it what you will. I went and checked out my room and the laundry room and didn’t see anything, and nothing else happened after that, but I did find her medicine in my pillow case when I went to bed that night. She never asked for it again, and I threw it out later on. We bring the story up sometimes when we’re talking about weird junk, and she always laughs and says, “I still don’t know what on earth the other you thought was so damn funny. I’ve never heard you laugh so loud in your life.”

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: 
Keeping with todays doppelganger theme. ;) 7/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ The Ghost Child


For as long as I can remember, people in my family have always joked about “the ghost” at my grandparent’s house, or at least I assumed it was just a story until a few years ago, when I had my own experience.

Once my family was staying with my grandparents when the power was out because it was the middle of winter and they have a wood burning stove that served as warmth and a place to cook until the power came back one. The rest of my family was sleeping in the living room, closer to the stove, but there wasn’t a place for me to sleep so I took a couple of extra blankets and a flashlight and slept in one of my aunt’s old bedrooms. For some reason I had a horrible time getting to sleep that night, and I tossed and turned for hours. I finally found a comfortable spot (on my side, facing the wall the bed was pushed up against) and had just started to relax when I heard what sounded like a small child talking to me, standing right next to the head of the bed. To this day I wish I would have turned around and looked to see if I could see anything, but I froze and didn’t move for several minutes before eventually drifted off into an uneasy rest. I also still have no clue what the voice was saying.

The next morning I was determined to get to the bottom of what I’d experienced and started asking a couple questions. The aunt whose old bedroom I had been sleeping in said that sometimes at night she could hear the TV coming through the heating duct, but since the power was out, that obviously wasn’t it. I also knew it couldn’t have been any of my family members sleeping in the living room because I didn’t recognize the voice and also because this happened at about 2:30-3 AM and they had all been asleep for some time and none of them talk in their sleep, though my dad does snore quite loudly.

We had always assumed it was the spirit of the man my grandparents had bought the house from checking up on the place, based on the experiences others had had in the house, but the voice of a child obviously didn’t fit that idea. No one else had ever even had an experience with what they assumed was a child while there.

That is, until the following summer when my moms youngest sister was trying to get some sleep at around 10AM after finally getting home from working a late-night/early morning shift at the hospital she works at and heard what sounded like two little kids running around in the dining room area. She assumed it was two of her nephews (my cousins, who were 2 and 3 at the time and weren’t there when I’d heard the voice) that her sister had brought over to go swimming and got up to go see them because she knew they wouldn’t let her sleep no matter how tired she was. Except when she came out of her room and looked around she didn’t see anyone. She checked the whole house, the pool and looked in the driveway for a car and there was no one there. So she called her sister to see if they’d been there and left for some reason, but they were actually at the doctors waiting to be seen because the older boy was complaining that his ear was hurting and hadn’t been anywhere near the house.

I could probably write for hours about things that we’ve experienced in that house, but they’re not really my stories to tell. I only included my aunt’s experience because it went along with mine.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: Sounds as if there might be a few different spirits in the house. 5/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.

▶ The White People

Anonymous submitted:  

I grew up in a house in Niagara Falls, NY as a kid. What I experienced in that house was freaky to say the least. There would be times when my family and I would come home and the whole house would smell like roses. I mean, this very prominent aroma of roses. Come to find out, the previous owner (who had passed away) used to dry roses in the house. Picture frames would also fall off the walls. Not just drop straight down, but thrown across the room by something. The basement was the worst though. I hated going down there. It was so unsettling. I always felt like I was being watched and followed. Things would move on their own and there would be sounds that seemingly came from no where.

The scariest part of living in that house though were what I called the white people. Now, imagine looking down a hallway. At the end of the hall, straight ahead, was my parent’s room. Then there were two rooms on the left when you walk down the hall. They were my sister’s room and my own room. I’ve heard of people seeing shadow people. But I’ve never seen one. But every time I’d wake up in the middle of the night, I would look into the hallway and I would see them. They would be the shape of a person, but pure white. No features on their face. Just white. And they would walk in the hallway past my room, but would turn their head to look at me. That was the scariest part. They would disappear into my parent’s room. I would be so terrified I would hide under my blanket until I fell asleep. This would happen every time I woke up in the night. Sometimes it was one person, sometimes more. But they would always look at me as they walked by.

I didn’t tell anyone for years. Finally when I confessed what I would see to my sister, she told me she would see the same exact thing.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: Sounds a little bit like Shadow people, except for the color- though I’ve heard of them being a grayish color as well before and I have also heard people dubbing similar ‘white’ beings as ‘light people’, but yeah I don’t think thats official. Very strange. 6/10 for scares! Thanks for sharing.