There are ghost stories dating back thousands of years BC. People have been telling of their paranormal encounters for generations and there are hundred´s of thousands of them out there right now, yet people still think its fake ? Fake or not there’s nothing to get the goosebumps going like a good old ghost story. Here are the six of the creepiest ones that we could find. Enjoy !
Laughter In The Middle Of The Night
When I was a child, I lived in an old Victorian house, and I would always hear laughing while I was trying to sleep. I was an only child with a single mother, and when I was about 5-6, I would wake up hearing laughter in the hallway in the middle of the night. After mentioning this to my mum, she swore it was probably just the TV being left on late.
One night, I awoke to hear the laughter in my room. I went to sit up but felt like there was someone holding my shoulders down, invisible hands gripping into my shoulders while I heard laughing. I screamed my little heart out. My mum ran into my room, flicking on the bedside lamp, convincing me it was just a dream until I said: “but my shoulders hurt.” She lifted up my t-shirt and there were two adult-sized hand prints on my shoulders.
I honestly thought I had imagined it and that it had never happened, but the other day I mentioned it in passing to my mum and she went blanket white and said: “I don’t want to remember that.”
Source: Reddit, D_Aeon
” I Was Never Outside”
This isn’t my story, so it takes away from the horror factor a bit, but it’s from a good friend that I know doesn’t make shit up.
His story happens when he was about 8. He was playing hide and seek with his friend at his house, it was late… Probably about 10ish. It’s my friends turn to find his friend. He’s looking everywhere around the house, but he can’t seem to find him anywhere. He eventually decides he must be hiding outside. So he leaves the house to find him.
He starts searching around some bushes when he hears his friends voice coming from a dark corner maybe 20 feet away. They voice calls for him to come over. He didn’t, because he was already spooked out enough being outside in the pitch black. My friend yelled back, “no! You come over here!”
That’s when he said it really started to get spooky. He told me the voice that sounded just like his friend kept insisting that he come over to the dark corner. My friend kept saying no over and over again. At this point, he said the the voice suddenly changed to a dark, horrible sounding voice demanding he come over. At this point he ran back inside, only to see his friend in the living room. When questioned how he got inside so fast, the friend said he never went outside.
Now, I know both of these 2 guys. None of them make up shit. And I doubt it’s the case of an “imagination gone wild”.
Whatever that voice was, it still spooks me just thinking about this story.
Source: Reddit, Kickagnome
Back in those days, army bunk beds were double decker and we have to fill the bottom bed before anyone can sleep on the top. So what happened was that the squad of 10 filled the bottom bed and nobody was sleeping on the top bed. A friend of mine woke up one night at around 2am, wanting to go to the toilet. So he woke up and as he was about to stand up he saw two pairs of legs hanging from the top of the bed. Both were white and by the shape of their legs he could tell that it was an elderly lady and a little boy. He didn’t know what to do and so he pretended to be asleep and he overheard their conversation,
“Grandma, could I play the ball now?”
“But why not? Everyone is asleep I promise I wouldn’t be loud.”
“I know you wouldn’t be loud, but not everyone is asleep.”
The Last Visit
Our elderly neighbour fell sick and had to go to the hospital. Her niece asked us to take care of her dog while she was away. So after school work and dinner and all, me and my brother were sent over to make sure he was doing ok.
So it was late at night, in this weird old lady’s house, my brother was in the shed with the dog and I was in the living room looking at the creepy old photos on the mantelpiece.
What follows is true: I heard the door creak and then a woman’s voice called out the dog’s name.
I freaked out, turned around, obviously there was nobody about. I thought maybe it was the neighbour’s niece, but it had that weird “Did I hear that outside my head or inside it?” echo to it (you know what I mean?) so I also thought I was just letting the creepy house get to me.
But then I went out to my brother and Knocky and he was freaking out too because he thought he’d heard a woman’s voice inside the shed with him saying “Oh there you are”.
We both agreed the voice had that weird in-your-head sound to it and were convinced there were ghosts in the place. Left the dog in the shed, went home, and were greeted by Dad who told us the neighbour’s niece had just called to say the neighbour passed away in the hospital a few hours ago.
Source: Reddit, Trachtas
Demons In The Desert
My dad has some stories from his experiences living in California, so I recorded one of them over break and thought I would share.
Me and this guy, a friend of mine, were out drinking beer one night, driving around, running amuck out in the middle of the desert, out by 29 palms. We were miles from anywhere or anything, literally just bonsai-ing out on these old, old roads waay out in the middle of flippin’ nowhere. I mean, we are 20-25 miles from the nearest telephone pole. We come across this Dotson B2-10 (that was like brand new back in the seventies), and it was burned from the firewall back. But the front of the car, the paint was still on it and everything! So we all like, “Oh man, check out this car!” We pull up and we got our lights on it—and its super dark, no moon, in the middle of the desert and it is just completely black out there (except for his headlights and the KC lights on his truck).
It had a good engine in it! We had a whole truck full of tools and a whole bunch of beer, so hell! We just started tearing at it. I go, “f**ck check it out man, I can use this engine in my truck! This is perfect!” So we started taking the engine apart and taking it out. We’re drinking beer, we got the speakers up on the hood of the car, and we’re in there twisting wrenches and just having a time.
He didn’t have an auto-reverse cassette deck, so we had to go back and reverse/change the tape every time it ended. You had to go over there and physically take it out and turn it around and put it back in. There were no radio stations, so that’s all we were listening to.
We’re almost getting ready to get the engine out and the tape ends again. But we’re in the middle of doing something and we couldn’t jump up to go change it. So we’re twisting wrenches in this unbelievable, dead-of-night quiet. And then we could hear something running around. You know where the light from the headlights and KC lights stops being light and it turns to darkness? That’s where we heard it. We heard it running around. You’d hear it from over here and /running/ to over there, a little pitter-patter running through the sand, across the desert and brushes and stuff like that. We were like, “What the hell?”
[He stopped to tell us that he had the chills and goosebumps there in the room. Said he could remember it like it was yesterday.]
We look at each other and are like, ‘whisper’ “whatthef*ckwasthat?” We stopped and were completely silent. You could almost hear your heart beat…. and you’d hear it again over there, so we’d turn our heads and look over there [using gestures to point]… and we’d look over here on this side…. And we looked at each other like……. [wtf face and mutterings under the breath] … We take our flashlights and look over there. Can’t see anything…. We’d get back to work, then hear it again, and we were like, “fck it, we’re outta here. This is freaking us out.”
So we took off, came back the next day– during the day –and finished pulling the engine out. Well, we went out and looked around. I was kicking around out in the brush where we heard the tracks and there were all these little… teeny little footprints. Like, little kid, barefoot kid footprints. Barefoot in the sand, all around the perimeter of where we were.
It wasn’t us! We had boots on and we are big, size 11/12 guys. And we’re miles and miles from anything.
But there was nothing out there, no houses, nothing. Just little footprints running around in the dark. But there’s a lot of activity out there, probably 200 miles from Area 51, another 80 miles from Death Valley. There’s tons and tons and tons of just barren, desert wasteland nothing. But there was something out there that wouldn’t come into the light that night.
Source: Reddit, xaphonia
“Your Not Allowed To Touch Them”
When I was eight my family moved from urban south Florida to a really small town in north Florida. It was like from a Goosebumps book. A lot of weird stuff has happened in the 15 years since we moved there, but the weirdest has got to be when my sister moved back in with my parents.
My sister’s husband had been shipped off to Afghanistan so she was left alone with a newborn son. Not wanting to go through the soul crushing loneliness of raising a newborn all alone in a trailer in the woods, she moved back into my parents house for a while.
She said it started first when the headboard of her bed would slam every now and then. Then one day she woke up because somebody was tickling her.
She didn’t really think about it until one night she woke my mom up by screaming(my sister is almost 30, she’s not a little kid), and my mom went in and THE WHOLE FUCKING BED WAS ROCKING AND SHAKING LIKE. Really violently up down, to the sides, like a boat going through white water.
But, my mom and sister have been through a lot of shit, so they persevered. One night my sister was nursing her son and something grabbed her pony tail and started yanking her head around. My mom went in the room and very sternly, like talking to a bad kid, said,”I understand things are different. There’s a little baby here and there never has been before. You’re curious, I understand that. But you WILL NOT touch them anymore. You can look, you can stay. You were here before us, but I swear to god you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM.”
It stopped happening.
Source: Reddit, PeeingInLove: