As a wise blonde charwoman once tell , you play stupid games ( using a Ouija plug-in ) , you bring home the bacon stunned prizes ( being threatened by what is likely a demon ) .
Every month, IaskBuzzFeed readerslike you to share the creepiest experiences they’ve ever had. Of course, I picked the best, most horrifying ones to share with you all. From ghosts to premonitions, here are 23 of the most unsettling tales people shared:
1.“One day, I dropped my daughter off at school. Afterward, my preschooler son and I were sitting on the floor in the living room. Suddenly, he said, ‘Poor sister.’ I asked, ‘Why poor sister?’ He said, ‘She dropped her donut, and it rolled all the way across the playground.’ Later that day, we picked my daughter up from school, and I asked her how her day was. She said, ‘Good, but I dropped my donut, and it rolled all the way across the playground.'”
— Brooke , Glendale , USA
2.“I’m a doll collector. I don’t seek out haunted dolls, but when you’re just grabbing random dolls at thrift stores, it’s almost inevitable you’ll find some inhabited by spirits. The most interesting story I have is when I found a kinda creepy-looking doll at Goodwill. She had blonde hair, completely white skin, a seemingly homemade all-red dress, and a face painted very distinctively with heart-shaped lips. Obviously, I took her home. A few weeks later, I was out with my sister thrifting in a different city an hour away, and I found a nearly identical doll, right down to the same style of handmade clothes, except this one had brown hair. So obviously, I brought her home, too.”
" That night , I had a strange dreaming . A blond woman and a brunet woman , resembling the dolly , stood before me and say me , ' contribute us all together . ' I had that dream at least once a hebdomad for another two year . Finally , one nighttime , I dreamt something unlike — the dame themselves , not the fair sex , brought me through a store and led me to a display with a third doll that looked just like the other two but with red hair . They ’ve been still ever since . I still question what would happened if I ever find that red - haired bird and brought her home , too . "
— AJ , 23 , USA
3.“My sister once told me that I walked into her room, asking her for help. When she looked over, I was dripping with water. She turned the light on, and I disappeared. She went to my room to make sure I was OK, but found me sound asleep and dry. I remember that night very clearly, because it was the night I dreamt that I was murdered by a man who drowned me in a small lake in the middle of the woods.”
— Anonymous
4.“When my sister and I were in our early teens, she was into the occult and supernatural things. She would always get books from the library on these subjects and then want to experiment with what she had learned. Like most teenage girls, we would have sleepovers. This is when we would experiment and play with her newfound knowledge. We often brought out the Ouija board. When you’re using one, you always wonder if someone is pushing the planchette to cheat and spell out something on their own. One time, we specifically set the Ouija board on a specific letter and wrote it down, then left the room to get something to eat. My sister, wanting to scare the rest of us, moved the planchette to a different letter. When we came back, we were all excited that it had moved on its own! But my sister was really freaked out because it wasn’t where she had secretly moved it to.”
" My female parent struggle with alcoholism , and she and my sister did n’t get along . My sister had a pocket-sized lump of clay that she stuck a few strands of my female parent ’s hair into . She yell it ' mummy ' and put it on her bookcase . Some time later , the bookcase fall over and ' momma ' got squeeze . That night , my mother was in a car accident . Fortunately , she was not injured .
Another thing that freak us out was when my baby adjudicate she could mesmerise us . At one of our sleepover , she hypnotise two of our friends , both named Debbie . She tell apart one she was going to baffle her with a pin and that it would not hurt or bleed . She stick her leg with a stick pin about an inch deep . She did n’t palpate it , and she did n’t hemorrhage . Then , she assure Debbie 1 that she was in reality Debbie 2 and proceeded to enquire them questions . I wrote down the answers . They did n’t have it off each other well , as one was my friend and the other was my babe ’s friend , yet while under hypnosis , they were able-bodied to aright respond questions about each other ’s family .
Once , she was ineffective to get one of her ally out of the mesmerizing spell . We were freaking out . She last wake her up , and we never did that again . "
— Tami , Lake Havasu , AZ
5.“This is a family member’s story. It was the 1990s, and she was relatively young at the time, maybe 5 or 6. She had been vacationing in Florida with her grandparents. They were getting ready to board a flight back home, but she told them that her tummy hurt really bad when she thought of getting on the plane. She refused to go, saying her tummy hurt too bad and she was staying there. She hadn’t ever had problems flying before. They tried bribing and begging, basically everything short of picking her up and forcing her to get on the plane.”
" Her mother was back home , see the news on open frame at work , when she heard that a Florida flight had gone down roughly 10 minute of arc after take - off and crashed in the Everglades . At such a humble height , there was a small possibility of survivor , but the authorities settle that if they had made it , they were not potential to survive almost sure wildlife confrontation shortly after the crash . They opted not to even attempt a saving foreign mission to deflect losing more lives . When they released the flight number , it was THEIR flight . She freaked , but there were no cellphone , and the airport would n’t tell her anything about whether or not they were on the flight . She left work in shock and grieve all evening .
The grandfather FINALLY called around midnight , casually telling her they were boarding a much posterior flight home base after her daughter flat - out refused to get on their plane . She sobbed , articulate she was so happy to hear from him and that she was glad she did that , because their flight went down mighty after take off . He had no musical theme ! The airport prevent it very hush - hush , presumptively so no other passengers would panic and/or scratch their flights .
The mother did n’t tell the girl until she was much old , two decade after her grandparents authorize . She was in disbelief . She went through her whole life thinking it was a dream or something she ’d image on television , not that it was real life . She looked it up and read all the detail , and was shook to read that they would have been gator food on the off fortune they had somehow go the crash . The instincts of tike hold . "
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6.“I had never really thought much about the paranormal until I moved into my first apartment. I got there a few days before my roommate and set up the basics. As I was sitting on my counter the first night, I watched my swinging trash can’s lid moving on its own out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged it off, but things just escalated from there. My hanging blinds would move one panel at a time. There would be knocking up and down my bedroom wall, the other side of which was the living room. My TV would turn on at full volume in the middle of the night to an older black-and-white show. Eventually, I worked up the courage to ask my roommate about it, but she beat me to it at lunch one day. She casually asked if I was having any weird experiences, and we started sharing stories.”
" After talking about it , thing seemed to get more frequent , and I was having a surd time sleeping at Nox . Eventually , I sat up and shout out , ' I ’m not going anywhere for the next two years , so you could either let me slumber for study or , conceive me , I ’ll witness a way to get you out of here ! ' on the spur of the moment , the rampart knocks went silent , my TV stopped turning on at nighttime , and the paranormal activity seemed confined to the kitchen .
Months afterwards , mybest friendand I test electropositive for COVID and quarantine in my elbow room for two weeks . Our spook must have realise we were n’t work at the time , because the TV began turning on at night again to the same old TV show , leaving my friend speechless . One night , I was sitting in front of my full - torso mirror with my friend right next to me . I looked up to see a tall , thin man in overalls standing behind us . He looked as surprised as we were , and we straight off grow to attend behind us , but he was gone . Long story unforesightful , we named him Charles and would have to warn anyone stay over about his trick . I ’ve never had an object physically move in front of me since . "
— Kena , Flagstaff , USA
7.“We had another couple stay over at our house on New Year’s Eve. We were up very late, hanging out. While alone in the kitchen cleaning up, I thought, ‘This has been really fun. We’ll always remember what a good time we had the year Don (our friend) died.’ I actually jumped when I realized what I had just thought. As it turns out, the pain in Don’s leg — which he thought was a pinched nerve from riding his motorbike — turned out to be a metastasized tumor. He died five months later.”
8.“When I was about 13 years old, we lived in a relatively new house, which was about three years old. We had been living there for about two years at the time, so I was pretty comfortable there. The house was out in the woods, where we had goats and chickens. The only thing out of the ordinary about it was a strange shack on the edge of the property. It was small and much older than the house we lived in. It even looked older than the neighbor’s house. My sister and I were always creeped out by it, so we kept our distance. One day, though, we felt a little brave.”
" We went out to the shack , which was actually pretty far away . It claim a few hour because our property was so big . As we approached , we thought we get word whispering . Just as we stepped up to it , a Brobdingnagian bit of Sir Henry Wood fall inside . We turned and fled to the home and go at bottom .
That night , I woke up and freeze down . I saw a font staring at me beside my bed . The face stare at me for what seemed like an eternity and tell , ' GO [ TO ] THE SHACK , ' then disappeared . The next aurora , I tell my sis about it , and she sound out the same thing had hap to her ! So , we decided to go mark off out the shack one more time . As we entered the Wood , the usual flavor of fear we had was gone . We approach where the shack was … and it was gone , as if it had never been there at all . "
9.“Several decades ago, we were spring cleaning my friend’s house, and we found a Ouija board in their closet. Naturally, we decided to take an immediate break and play with it. After several rounds of ‘interesting’ responses from the board — along with the customary accusations bouncing back and forth between us of ‘You moved it!’ and ‘No, you did!’ — I decided to take a scientific approach to the ‘who did it’ issue since I knew it wasn’t me. My friend was blindfolded. There was no way she could see or peek. I then turned the Ouija board upside down and rotated it into different positions between the questions.”
" Six doubtfulness were asked . Only my Quaker ’s hands were on the planchette . Each metre it stop moving after a question was need , I lay my finger’s breadth on the selected place and matched it with the letter on the other side of the control board so I could decode the message . I read the result from underneath the display board and wrote them on a piece of newspaper that was behind me , out of sight of my friend . I also did not tell her the selected solution or fiber .
Two of the questions were yes or no , and the residual require spelled - out answer . The event were as follows :
1 . All social movement of the planchette stopped incisively upon either a yes / no or a character.2 . answer that required spelling were spelled correctly with no ' fudging ' on my part.3 . in the end , the cogent evidence that the Ouija work : I enquire for my friend ’s mom ’s birthday . This was to quiz my ' satinpod ' in matching up the selection machine ’s position , as I had no idea what her female parent ’s birthdate was . The plug-in gave us a date that had the right calendar month and daylight but the wrong class , according to my supporter . It was off by a duo of yr . BUT ! When we told her dad about what we did and how the board got it wrong , he chuckled and tell us that the board did , in fact , get her female parent ’s birth yr correct . As it change state out , mom had always ' adjusted ' her birth year so the great unwashed would not know she was older than her husband . Her mom had passed a few geezerhood before , and he had all her sound document in a drawer . Her dad pull her birth certification out of the draftsman to show us her actual nascence date .
The Ouija board got it ALL right , even when neither she nor I knew the correct solvent . She freaked . The plug-in get back into the closet and is still there decades later . I have perfectly no doubtfulness that her hand bm were steer not by her but by some other unaccountable military unit . I do n’t make love who , but I DO eff what I check . "
10.“My house is haunted, and I meanextremelyhaunted. There’s a room that we simply don’t go into because we’ve all had really horrible nightmares about it and always get a bad feeling when we walk in. Once, I sat in the hallway because a disembodied voice told me not to go into the kitchen yet…a few seconds before a greasy towel caught fire. Our dog growls at one specific spot on the couch so much that we all just avoid sitting there.That’sthe level of haunted it is. We’ve had everything checked for mold, pests, carbon monoxide, leaks, etc., and nothing in this house can explain half the stuff that’s happened.”
" One of the creepy-crawly thing I ’ve experienced while know there is have random visions . They ’re extremely detailed , specific snapshots of moments . I ’d been check a therapist when they started , and she sieve me for psychotic symptoms when I told her about the episode , but she get nothing . I ’d gotten a physical for sports , and my strong-arm health was perfect , too . I would ’ve simply brushed the vision off , except for the fact that they go come dependable .
I had a imaginativeness of me bent over the sink , spitting out blood , looking up at the mirror with a splatter on my nose . It came straight when I got my sapience teeth out . There was the peculiarly specific special edition shirt that I envisioned myself finding at the thrift shop … and I did . My first visual sense — which I sweep off as deja vu — was passing by a ram ’s head smother by flowers at an artistic creation clean . It just hold open happening , though . From then on , all but six of the visions have come true . They only ever happen in the entryway when I walk through the door . I pick the business firm . Check for my name on a ' absent persons ' list in a few days if my imagination are correct . "
11.“My grandfather died when I was about 12. My brother and I were visiting my grandmother in Augusta, Georgia, a few months later. Anyone from the South whose granny made them homemade grits knows that they take a long time to cook. She would stand over the stove for upwards of an hour, occasionally stirring them and calling our names to come to the kitchen and get our toast ready or whatever. She’d been calling my name on this particular morning, and since I was a 12-year-old asshole, I laid in bed and argued with her every time she called me. After a little while of back and forth, I muttered something very unkind about her under my breath, and immediately, a force pushed me out of the bed and onto the floor.”
" I know no one was behind me because one side of the bed was agitate up against the wall , and my back was to that wall . Plus , there was no tactual sensation of hands on my back , just a very inviolable force out . permit me assure you … the heart of my body jutted forward from my pectus down to my stomach like I was being kicked from behind by a cavalry or something . I flew out of the seam and onto the floor . I looked behind me and see nothing , but I knew just who it was . I ran cry to my grandmother , saying , ' Granny , granny knot ! Grandaddy just pushed me out of the layer ! ' She said , ' Oooh shuga ! I recognize it . He ’s unhinged that you wo n’t come to breakfast , ' or something like that . I commemorate kind of laughing , too , but being very weirded out . Never heard from him again , but I was never piquant to my granny after that . "
12.“I grew up in an old house that always made creaking noises at night. I had a loft bed in my room with stairs going up from my doorway. The top stair was five feet from the ceiling, so as I got older, I had to duck to get to my bed. There was also a tall closet next to the stairs where my cat hung out. My senior year of high school, I was in bed reading really late one night. My cat started growling, looking out my open door into the darkness. I just heard the ‘normal’ house creaking noises, so I wasn’t alarmed. At about 3 a.m., I turned off my lamp to go to sleep, and in the dark, I saw a man standing on the top stair at the foot of my bed. He was wearing a long, gray trench coat and black gloves. I couldn’t see his head…because it wasinthe ceiling.”
" I sit around up in bed and reduce as far away from him as I could . At the same time , my cat jumped down onto my bed and started hissing at him . I bit the inside of my cheek and clapper , hoping I was asleep and could wake up myself up , but nothing helped . I was already awake ; he was still standing there , and my cat was still hissing . We remain that direction for about five minutes until he slowly faded into the dark . My cat quieten down , and — somehow — I flow at peace an hour subsequently . I was so freaked out that I never say anyone about that night until I went off to college , but I still never mentioned it to my home or anyone from my hometown .
winkle forward to my mid-20s , and I ’m in a newfangled city . I get a call from a woman researching the sign of the zodiac because she lived there before we did and get word noises there growing up . She ’d heard tales from babysitters we ’d had as kids that they ’d never severalize us , like that all our wax crayon were arranged in a circle in the living room on their own , or that one sitter was locked in the basement for an hour , all while we kids were asleep .
The eerie account come from the people who buy the house from my parent . Not long after moving in , they started reek cigarette smoke and hearing a man coughing in the kitchen , which was mightily next to my honest-to-god sleeping room . Then , one summertime , their son ’s booster stop by to see if they were home ( they were n’t ) . The front threshold has a large window , and when he looked inside , he regard an honest-to-god mankind standing in the front hall , staring at him . He was wearing a trench coat and smoking a cigarette . The family dog ride next to the sure-enough man , look up at him . The humankind was semi - transparent .
All those years later on , it was both great and also spine - tingle to have myghost storyvalidated . "
13.“I was 11 years old and at an all-girls summer camp. My cabin mates and I were in swim class, hanging out together in inner tubes. I was the only one without a float, so I got out and went to the float shed. The shed was shallow, so I didn’t have to look hard for an inner tube. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find one. Frustrated, I grabbed the only yellow pool noodle in the cabinet and tossed it in the water. ‘Watch my pool noodle!’ I called to my friends. They turned around and gave a thumbs-up. ‘Bring my sunglasses to me, please!’ one of them called. I ran to the pavilion where our belongings were and grabbed my friend’s sunglasses. I ran back to the water and tossed them to her. ‘Where is my pool noodle?’ I asked, noticing it was missing.”
" ' What pool noodle ? ' my bunkmate reply . mazed , I escape out of the water back to the float shed . My yellow puddle noggin was in the exact same topographic point I found it before I tossed it in the brook with my protagonist . I never touched that consortium noodle ever again . "
14.“Me and my 4-year-old daughter live alone in a two-bedroom apartment, and we have been for about four years. I was washing the dishes while she was eating her cereal one morning. All of a sudden, she started laughing and saying, ‘Stop touching my feet!’ I told her I wasn’t touching her feet, and with a blank stare, she said, ‘I’m not talking to you, mommy. I’m talking to the black monster.'”
15.“My mother passed away in January of 1984. My father arranged a two-day showing. On the second day, I was standing on the opposite side of the room from her coffin when I suddenly saw a very bright flash of light and felt a strange sensation, as if something had passed through me. My first thought was that someone had taken a photograph using a flash, but then my two nieces ran toward me, saying they just saw grandma (my mother) standing at the head of the casket. They looked at me and said they saw her move across the room toward me, then disappear as she passed right through me. I then knew it was her that I felt.”
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16.“Several years ago, I drove up from Kentucky with three friends to see a Cubs game. I guess none of us were paying attention, because on the drive home, we went the wrong way. The next thing I knew, there was a toll booth and a sign that said, ‘Welcome to Michigan.’ So, now we had an even longer trip home. I pulled up, paid my toll, and asked for directions. The gentleman told me how to get back on the right road, and I thanked him. He replied, ‘You’re welcome, Nick.’ My name actually is Nick. I was at a loss for words because there was no way this guy knew me.”
" I ram a good space and extract over , changeable . ' Did anyone say my name at the toll booth ? ' I require . All my friends said no . Now , we arealla little freaked out . We searched the car for something he may have seen that had my name on it , and we found nothing . Either this guy kept guessing people ’s names as a put-on , or something otherworldly happened to me at that Michigan tollbooth . "
17.“I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma. In the mid-’90s, I worked at our local video store. The store was in an old bank building built around 1900. Over the years, the building had been used as a bank, a filling station, a funeral parlor, and, finally, in the late-’80s, it became the video store. The basement housed both an old bank vault and the room where they prepped the deceased for their funerals. Needless to say, the basement was creepy but still kind of cool. Most people who’ve worked at the store will say they’ve had creepy experiences downstairs.”
" We all , however , have one shared experience on the TV store floor . Supposedly , in the former day of the bank , there was a trigger-happy looting , and a young boy was among those toss off . Every so often after we closed , almost all the video tape measure and the few DVDs we had would fall off the shelves at the same time . It was n’t wild or anything — all the tapes would but fall to the story . All , that is , except the kids plane section and a few westerns . The building is now a secondhand memory . I often wonder if they have similar experiences . "
— Meg , Chicago , USA
18.“It all started with a Mylar balloon. We’d bought it for our grandson’s birthday, and it had been floating around the house for a couple of weeks after. My husband and I were watching TV in the living room when the balloon came down the hall and floated across the living room, stopping right in front of my husband. Now, it should have just continued through the living room — there was no reason for it to stop suddenly. Of course, my husband was a little freaked out, and we started talking about it when the balloon began to turn around, the ‘Happy birthday!’ side facing us. I yelled to my husband, ‘My birthday is in a couple of weeks!’ When I said that, the balloon moved over to me.”
" I got all giggly and aver , ' Someone ’s here to care me a happy natal day . Whoever you are , thank you for remembering me . ' I thought it was my late husband — who had died at 39 age previous — or my momma or Meme . It ’s last out with us for a bit . I looked down the hallway and suppose , ' It ’s go back . ' Then , it was gone .
Thinking it went back toward the kitchen , I get up , and my husband laughed . ' You have to see where it went , do n’t you ? ' he asked . Of course , I did . Well , it was n’t in the kitchen or lav , so I went upstairs and curb my grandson ’s room and my son ’s elbow room , but it was n’t there , either . I come up it in our sleeping room on the floor next to my side of the bed . This made my hubby a believer . I ’ve always believed in this kind of thing . "
— Susan , Vermont , USA
19.“When my daughter was young, from the ages of 5 to 14, we lived in a haunted house. It wasn’t old, but between the land it was built on and the people who lived there previously, it had some dark history. We saw shadow figures and ghosts aplenty. I will preface this by saying that my hubby and I collect all sorts of spooky objects and antiques, and now I have developed my skills to become a medium myself. I’ve always been a spooky bitch. Anyway, the story goes like this. My daughter was having her 8th birthday party at our home with a gaggle of cuties in princess dresses. They ran up to me, pleading to play with a Ouija board.”
" We collect pilot , and at that time , we believably had about eight display around the house . I said sure , set them up , and got quick to supervise . Well , the board go off like it never had before ! The spirit they meet decide to play ' scavenger hunting ' with the little girls and would spell out out what they had to find around the house . Then off they went , in hunting . The left over matter about this was that the items they were tell to find were things not even I recognize about and often were out of seeing of the small girls . Like , black pearl at the base of a lamp , a lilliputian top lid ( which was on one of my antique bird obscure at the back of a cabinet ) , etc . This went on , and the planchette was fly .
Then , the content begin getting menacing . ' I want you to spiel with me forever . ' ' If you check , I will vote down you . ' ' OK , ' I enounce , ' let ’s not play any longer . ' My girl and her friends did n’t really understand that the messages were getting non-white and dark , as I stop over helping them read the letter after these messages jump . Then , the dining table start out to spell , ' I will get you , I will get you … ' The girls were capable to write these words out easily because of the repetition and cause SCARED . I yelled at the spirit to get out of my house , yanked the planchette out of their grasp , and quickly removed the display panel . I moved to aparty gameand patty , but we never played Ouija in that home again . "
20.“I lived in a large, older rental home in Bloomington, Indiana, in 2005. As I would go to sleep at night, the shadows of a man, a woman, and a young girl — about 10 or so — would appear indistinctly in the dark in my bedroom. I could see them only if I didn’t look directly at them. They’d be doing typical household events, like chores, talking, looking at books, sewing, etc. Nothing malicious or creepy. I’d blink and shake my head, but they’d still be there. Since they were just messing about among themselves and not bothering me, I simply ignored them. They wouldn’t always be there, but it was quite frequent. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I decided then to be undecided.”
" I told perfectly no one . I detest and thus obviate such sensationalism . Some month after , a friend and I came back from a previous - dark company , and I was making nutrient in the kitchen while he was messing with the music and other thing in the aliveness room with only low kindling . After about 20 minutes , he rush along into the kitchen with a surprised look and say , ' Do you know there is a family unit of ghosts in this house ? ' I asked him to describe them , and he did to a teeing ground , admit their ambivalent behavior and activities . I said , ' Oh yeah , I see them all the clip ! No vexation , I intend they just like being a family . ' He was floored and tear out laughing , say , ' You ’re kidding me ? ! ' I tell him to go back ; they ’d still be there . He did , and they were . We had lively discussion as we ate , I ’ll recite you that ! "
— Russ , Unknown
21.“One night at my dad’s house when I was 10 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night to my grandfather sitting at the desk where I did my homework. I was surprised to see him and exclaimed, ‘Grandpa! What are you doing here?’ I don’t remember word for word, but he told me he loved me and would see me tomorrow. In the morning, I woke up excited and looked for him. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I went to my dad’s room, where he was making his bed. I asked where Grandpa was, and he said Grandpa wasn’t there; he was sick and at home in Arizona. I was insistent that he visited last night and told my dad what he had said. Around 9 that morning, my grandmother called to tell us that grandpa had passed away that night, ending his battle with lung cancer.”
— Tyler , California , USA
22.“One time, when I was about 11, my mom and I were on aroadtripalong the west coast. That day, we stopped for lunch in a small town because my mom needed new sunglasses. We decided to drive to a nearby Target, and as we did, we passed a cemetery. In the cemetery, there was an elderly groundskeeper holding a weed whacker, and he was dressed head-to-toe in grey. He made eye contact and waved at us, which my mom and I found strange. We looked behind us to see if he did this to anyone else, but he wasn’t there anymore. We drove by the cemetery multiple times that day, and we never saw him again. It’s very unlikely that he ran away from us because 1) he would have had no reason to do so, and 2) he looked around 75 or 80 years old. Both my mom and I insist we saw a ghost that day.”
23.Finally, “I have never heard of a space rather than a building being haunted, but I have experienced this. In junior high school, I often went to my friend’s house after school so we could do our homework together. Their house faced a busy state highway. When you entered the house, you faced the hall, which contained a stairway with a closet under the upper portion of the stairs. At first, we did our homework in the living room just off the hallway until we noticed that the closet door would randomly open and close without anybody being near it.”
" My friend ’s mother told us it was due to the vibration of the heavy trucks on the main road . But after a few months , we amaze to the physics division of our general science text edition and substantiate that the threshold should only swing one way if it were being because of the truck , which is to the lowest point . In other words , it should either swing receptive and ride out assailable , or lilt close and delay shut , not go both way , which was what we had repeatedly notice . This gross out me out so much that I stopped going to her menage after school , and she said she no longer stayed alone in their aliveness room .
quick - forward , and I ’m uprise and married . My protagonist ’s sign of the zodiac was rupture down , and — being on one of the town ’s main roads — my father and crony bought the lot and built an office building for our syndicate ’s patronage on it . My husband was also a partner and brought me in to do secretarial piece of work since I love the filing system from having aid my dad ’s writing table when I was a child . I felt uncomfortable working alone in the evenings or over the weekend , as if someone or something was also in the building .
I was not the only one to palpate this way . Another secretary told me she hated being the first one in the office in the dayspring because of the sounds and that she had even buy the farm so far as to go room - by - elbow room , scissors in handwriting as a weapon , to seek to receive whoever was there . One of the men — a former Marine — who worked there describe listen ' sounds ' on a Saturday morning . There were also unaccountable ' cold spots ' that moved through the building , and the smell of a presence , utter with the superstar of being watched by ghostly white eyeballs , in the darken front office that was directly over where the under - stairs cupboard had been .
Some of my scarey experiences are as follow : One Clarence Shepard Day Jr. , my figurer pressman abruptly swap on and printed out a telephony number ( no , I did NOT call it ! ) , followed by a page of gibberish . Another time , I hear a filing cabinet on the other side of my office slam shut . This filing cabinet had to have a lever depress in fiat to open it . When I try it immediately after hearing it slam , it required start the drawer about a foot to duplicate the flashiness of the strait . Another metre , I repeatedly see the alarm that was triggered whenever someone spread the front door , although the front threshold was securely locked the whole time .
Perhaps the most frightening affair occur when the set aside ceiling in my office was being replaced , and I could see instantly up into the crossing beam of light that supported the roof . I was terminate up my typewriting when I heard pace proceed from beam to beam , head toward me from the front position . I stopped and looked up to see whatever was come , and I admit , I had my own pair of scissors in bridge player as a improvised weapon system . The footsteps passed at once overhead , then stopped . As sedately as I could , I said , ' I ’ve just finished up , and I ’m leave alone now . ' I turned off the typewriter and much run away to get out the back room access , as I had the feel that something was swoop after me .
The family business closed down after my husband retired , and the edifice was sold and reforge into a medical office . I inquire if the new owners have experienced anything , but I ’ve never dared ask . "
— Marilyn , Ohio , USA
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