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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.

▶ Don’t Look at the End of the Bed.


About half a year ago I began having quiet a difficult time either falling asleep or staying asleep. Most times, I believed it was due to my hyperactive mind, but as time rolled on, it continued to get worse. Most nights I was lucky to get six hours of sleep before classes. Now, a few weeks after this began, I developed the  idea that it was not a hyper mind that kept me up, but rather the spirit, or rather, spirits in my room.

     From the beginning of moving into the house this happened in, I always felt like something was there, though it was always a benevolent presence and remained so until the end of our two and a half year stay there. However, I would often go to sleep with the sense that someone was watching me and moving around my room. Sometimes I’d hear someone’s footsteps on the carpet or tapping on the various paintings on my walls, but rarely saw anything.

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▶ John


Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

My boyfriend’s mother had this beautiful house, two stories, overlooking an acre of forrest. One day, my boyfriend and were asked to house sit as his mother, father,  and two sisters were out of town. The house had a reputation of being haunted and the ghost, John, lived in the fireside room downstairs

The day passes with nothing out of ordinary. We have dinner, we water the plants, and then we go and watch a few movies downstairs in the media room which is situated across from the fireside room.

I remember talking to my boyfriend about the ghost and he explained to me that 3AM is the witching or “haunting hour” — the time when we are the most susceptible to witness paranormal activity. 

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▶ Shadow People


My cat stares at nothing quite often, so I’ve never paid anymore attention to it than the occasional glance. Cats are weird, man.

But sometimes its head moved, following something - I’ve always thought a small bug or dust too tiny for me to see - around the room. It freaked me out, especially on the nights I was watching a horror flick. 

It never bothered me more than that. Cats are weird, the sky is blue. It was nothing.

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My story actually begins a little under eight years ago. I was eight, it was summer, and I was just, for the first time in my life, learning about the paranormal through books.

I loved reading, ever since I was a little kid. My Mom would buy books by the dozens for me, and I’d reach each one by the end of the day. Granted, they were little picture books we got at the secondhand store. But still. And books would become my escape.

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▶ 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!


I really don’t know how to give a rational explanation for this, and it’s been eating at me for a long time.

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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!

Rae Submitted:

Black Bird

It was a normal late night and I was getting ready for bed. It didn’t take me too long to fall into a deep sleep once I hit the pillow. It felt like instantly that I started to dream. Dreams I don’t remember much of once I woke up. Out of all of them I had only vividly remembered one.

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▶ The Maid


I didn’t experience the stories I keep myself, but I’ve heard them from about 4 different people who were said to expirience it together or just passing them down, some of them seem pretty unbelievable but I’ve heard it from 4 people so I don’t know what to think. I first heard it from my mother, then I asked my great-uncle, then my grandmother, then my great-grandmother (the mother of my great-uncle and grandmother). I don’t think this is a frightening story but it has no explanation and maybe someone will see this and give me one. The location where this takes place is in a town called Chinique, its in the city of Quiche, Guatemala. My great-grandfather was said to be particularly wealthy compared to most in the town, so he had a maid for he and my great-grandmother. Every morning the food they had would disappear, some crumbs here and there but they had to buy food or kill their farm animals everyday because of this.

Thinking a homeless person snuck in to eat their food, my great-grandfather stayed up to see for himself. In the middle of the night he heard something so he got out of his room and saw a pig eating all the food. He thought, “maybe I can kill it and we can eat it for tomorrow since we have no food again,” and he brought it to one of those fenced areas where he kept animals. The next morning he went to go get the pig, it was gone and in its place was the maid sleeping. I don’t know how a person could turn into a pig or if that’s what happened but there’s many unexplained things in this world.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Inimical answered: I’m actually not entirely sure what that could be- aside from thinking the usual “shape shifter”. Its def  weird as hell though. 4/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.

▶ 15 minutes more


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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▶ The Demon of the Winding Street


My dad told me that before he met my mom, he was the type of guy who partied all the time. He was in his 20s when this event took place.

One night, his car broke down and he called the company to come and tow it away. He called his brother asking for a ride, so my uncle took him to his place. A few hours later, my dad said that he had to get home but my uncle told him that he should just spend the night. My dad being stubborn, told him that he really needed to get home. My uncle again protested, saying that he knows something bad would happen that night.

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▶ Floating Face

Anonymous submitted: 

First, I would like to apologize for my grammatical errors.

I was 16 years old when I had this nightmare in the same house I am currently living in but in a different room.  My old room is small and there are seven windows in the room.  My bed was placed against the wall where all the windows are. My parents’ room is about 10 steps away.

In the nightmare, I was watching myself sleep.  It is really hard to explain but it felt like I was having an outer body experience.  I will refer to this other me as “Jenny” because it can get very confusing.

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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.