75 minutes wrote:
I heard one, a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife “Go to sleep… go to sleep…” When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.
Whats the end to this story? Sibling, houseguest? Unknown? Ghost?
drumroll wrote:
75 minutes wrote:I heard one, a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife “Go to sleep… go to sleep…” When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.
Whats the end to this story? Sibling, houseguest? Unknown? Ghost?
Sometimes the speaker end of a baby monitor will pick up a signal from the wrong transmitter. Guy was probably hearing the neighbor lady talking to her baby.
My family has lived in 2 houses that have had unexplained activity. So many stories but I'll tell of the last night we stayed in our second home before moving. We had lived in this house for 6 years. The "ghostly" activity increased with remodeling the downstairs and then even more so as we packed to move to another state. That particular evening, I was sitting downstairs in our playroom with the realtor as my kids played around us. As she and I discussed potential sale strategies I felt a sharp pain run along my calf on my left leg. It throbbed for a bit, so I gently rubbed my calf through my jeans until the pain began to fade. I didn't think about it until later when I got into the shower and water hit my leg. I felt the burning one feels when a fresh cut or scrape is put under water. I looked down and saw 3 long scratches on my calf. The blood was still there, slightly dried. At no time that day did I put those scratches on myself. I tried to tell myself that there must be a reasonable explanation for the scratches but our past experiences made me a little leery. That night I woke up to see my then 9 year old little girl standing silently in my doorway. (That is a little creepy just as it is). I asked her if she was ok. She answered that her cheek hurt and seemed a little dazed. I got up and led her to the hall bathroom and turned on the light. On her cheek was what looked like a fingernail gouge, deep and still bleeding. I cleaned her cheek and put her back in bed. Then standing in the hall I told whoever or whatever not to ever touch my children or me again. She is now 14 and still has a small scar on her cheek.
Realism wrote:
when I was 16 my family moved to the suburbs of a big city in the Midwest
me and my brother drove to a mostly wooded park by our house to play catch and walk around
it seemed like a nice place but there weren't many cars there
out of nowhere this old fat guy walks up and pulls out his weiner and asks me to suck it, all of this in broad daylight
turns out the park was a popular gay cruising spot
In the mid '90s I was living in Palm Springs and I played tennis a lot in my spare time. One night around 10pm a guy I work with suggested we go play, but neither of us knew if the court had lights. We drove there and everything was really dark, but we thought maybe we could find a switch somewhere. We got out of the car and walked about 100 feet down a walkway between 2 chain link fences and found our way onto one of the courts. We were looking around in the darkness for a switch and talking back and forth when I heard what sounded like a shoe scrape against the concrete right behind me. I kinda jumped in surprise and turned around. At first I didn't see anything but darkness and the faint outlines of fences. But then my eyes started to more fully adjust and I suddenly realized that there were 3 or 4 guys standing very still around us on the court. At this point my friend had also noticed this and we were both looking at each other like, wtf! Then we realized that not only were there guys on the same court with us, but on other adjacent courts and also outside the courts in the neighboring park. No kidding, there must have been 25 or 30 guys altogether. They all seemed to be watching us, but none of them moved or made any noise. It seriously crossed my mind for a second that zombies might be real. After staring around us for about 10 seconds, without a word between us, we moved directly towards the court exit and hurried back to the car, while all the guys just remained in their places.
We figured that we had unwittingly happened upon some kind of gay hookup spot or something, but I still don't understand why they were being so still and apparently not interacting with each other at all.
Yikes! That would be really terrifying!
In the 80s I was visiting a girlfriend at her college. It was a warm spring night and we had been out late. We were walking back to her dorm when we heard footsteps behind us (on gravel). It was very dark and it wasn't well lit. My friend was a bit drunk and said, "Wonder if it's the rapist??" There had been a series of rapes on campus. When we got to a street light we turned around and saw a guy following us less than 40 meters way. I yelled RUN but my friend was too drunk to run very fast. She kinda staggered around and I was freaked out that he was going to grab us before we got to the dorm. Nothing happened - he disappeared. He most probably was an innocent party but I still remember the panic that ran through me thinking we were about to be assaulted.
Same thing happened to my mother-in-law. She was 17 and taking a nap after school. Had a nightmare that her mom had died in a car crash. Wakes up, cops show up to tell the family that mom got hit by a drunk driver and died.
She always reminds us that words are powerful bc she had been in a big argument with her mom and made some choice words about her hatred for mom before mom left in her car.
To this day she has never visited her mom's grave site or gone to therapy...I believe because of guilt.
So my friend had been babysitting a child of a family friend of hers. She was maybe 14 at the time. These people lived about 30 minutes outside of town on a really beautiful acreage with a combination of rolling hills and thick forest. She had just put the little boy down to sleep and she went back out to watch some t.v. and wait for his parents to get home. Not many lights were on in the house and it was one of those long houses with a few doors (2 front and 3 back). The deck was a big wrap around and the house was a bungalow style.
Anyways she is sitting there watching t.v. and she hears the crunching of snow and footsteps from out on the deck. Assuming it was just a deer or a coyote since she was pretty far out she just continued to watch her show. Then, from one of the back doors at the other end of the house she can hear a handle jiggling. At this point she is a little freaked out and turns down the volume. She is sitting there listening and hears the crunching footsteps come from the other end of the house to right near the door she is closest to. She wasnt facing the door but she sat there for a second and then finally heard the handle jiggle furiously behind her. She turns her head and see's a mans silhouette just smashing on the door handle. Panicked, she runs to the boys room and as she opens his door he is crying in his room asking if she heard what he heard.
She had not grabbed any phones on the way to his room so she had to slip back out to find one. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, she turns on all the outside lights to the deck and leaves the ones inside off so he cant see where in the house she is. While she is turning on the lights she looks on to the deck and sees footprints in the frech snow. After she has all the lights on, she runs back to the boys room with a phone. She calls her dad crying and tells him what happened. Immediately after she hangs up he grabs his shotgun and starts heading over. She then calls the little boys parents to see if maybe it had been someone they knew. They said that it was nobody they knew and that they thought it highly unlikely it would be someone else as they had lived so far out in the middle of nowhere. They suggested it was an owl.
Regardless, they call the neighbor to come over and she comes and sits with my friend. My friend was pretty shaken but her dad arrived in about 15 minutes (he had been speeding tremendously), and searched the property. About an hour later the parents come home and explain that it was probably an owl landing on the door handle. They never called police or anything to come check for fingerprints or footprints. Needless to say, my friend never babysat for them again.
quickerrunner7890123456 wrote:
So my friend had been babysitting a child of a family friend of hers. She was maybe 14 at the time. These people lived about 30 minutes outside of town on a really beautiful acreage with a combination of rolling hills and thick forest. She had just put the little boy down to sleep and she went back out to watch some t.v. and wait for his parents to get home. Not many lights were on in the house and it was one of those long houses with a few doors (2 front and 3 back). The deck was a big wrap around and the house was a bungalow style.
Anyways she is sitting there watching t.v. and she hears the crunching of snow and footsteps from out on the deck. Assuming it was just a deer or a coyote since she was pretty far out she just continued to watch her show. Then, from one of the back doors at the other end of the house she can hear a handle jiggling. At this point she is a little freaked out and turns down the volume. She is sitting there listening and hears the crunching footsteps come from the other end of the house to right near the door she is closest to. She wasnt facing the door but she sat there for a second and then finally heard the handle jiggle furiously behind her. She turns her head and see's a mans silhouette just smashing on the door handle. Panicked, she runs to the boys room and as she opens his door he is crying in his room asking if she heard what he heard.
She had not grabbed any phones on the way to his room so she had to slip back out to find one. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, she turns on all the outside lights to the deck and leaves the ones inside off so he cant see where in the house she is. While she is turning on the lights she looks on to the deck and sees footprints in the frech snow. After she has all the lights on, she runs back to the boys room with a phone. She calls her dad crying and tells him what happened. Immediately after she hangs up he grabs his shotgun and starts heading over. She then calls the little boys parents to see if maybe it had been someone they knew. They said that it was nobody they knew and that they thought it highly unlikely it would be someone else as they had lived so far out in the middle of nowhere. They suggested it was an owl.
Regardless, they call the neighbor to come over and she comes and sits with my friend. My friend was pretty shaken but her dad arrived in about 15 minutes (he had been speeding tremendously), and searched the property. About an hour later the parents come home and explain that it was probably an owl landing on the door handle. They never called police or anything to come check for fingerprints or footprints. Needless to say, my friend never babysat for them again.
I guess the concept of following the fresh tracks eluded them?
The craziest thing that ever happened to me was not creepy at all. I was feeling down and out after having a big fight with my long-distance girlfriend so I decided not to go out on Saturday night. This was in college. I laid in bed for a while just watching TV and drinking a few beers alone and then fell asleep. At some point during the night, a girl entered my dorm room and climbed in my bed and immediately grabbed at my pants and started making out with me. I was in that half asleep type of dream state and thought it was actually a weird sex dream, so I went with it. We had crazy sex and then both passed out. I woke up the next morning remembering the dream visibly. Rolled over to see a girl in my bed haha. It turned out to be my roommate's girlfriend though. She came to the room pretty drunk and thought I was my roommate. As it turned out, my roommate had passed out in someone else's room. His girlfriend was pretty embarrassed and I promised we would never mention it. Unfortunately she also got preggo that night and needed an abortion. My roommate didn't suspect at all that she had cheated on him and so he paid for it. I still feel kinda bad about it to this day, but oh well.
Anything creepy going on this summer? I love these sorts of stories! I know you got more, LRC!
A friend of mine came home from school to find some blood in the kitchen. Thinking her brother or dad had cut himself in their woodshop/garage, she started making some calls to see if everyone was okay.
Meanwhile, she starts following the blood trail to see where her family member got cut or on what saw her family member got cut on. She follows the blood. Finds a pool. Follows more blood. Finds another pool. Etc.
But, as she makes the phone calls, no one in her family has been injured & they tell her to get out of the house! She runs out of the house & it turns out that someone had broken into the house & cut himself on the broken window. But, she had interrupted the break-in & he was hiding in the house & kept moving & hiding as she was walking around. She was tracking the freakin' bloody guy in her own house!
I don't think they ever caught the guy though.
Eoz wrote:
My family has lived in 2 houses that have had unexplained activity. So many stories but I'll tell of the last night we stayed in our second home before moving. We had lived in this house for 6 years. The "ghostly" activity increased with remodeling the downstairs and then even more so as we packed to move to another state. That particular evening, I was sitting downstairs in our playroom with the realtor as my kids played around us. As she and I discussed potential sale strategies I felt a sharp pain run along my calf on my left leg. It throbbed for a bit, so I gently rubbed my calf through my jeans until the pain began to fade. I didn't think about it until later when I got into the shower and water hit my leg. I felt the burning one feels when a fresh cut or scrape is put under water. I looked down and saw 3 long scratches on my calf. The blood was still there, slightly dried. At no time that day did I put those scratches on myself. I tried to tell myself that there must be a reasonable explanation for the scratches but our past experiences made me a little leery. That night I woke up to see my then 9 year old little girl standing silently in my doorway. (That is a little creepy just as it is). I asked her if she was ok. She answered that her cheek hurt and seemed a little dazed. I got up and led her to the hall bathroom and turned on the light. On her cheek was what looked like a fingernail gouge, deep and still bleeding. I cleaned her cheek and put her back in bed. Then standing in the hall I told whoever or whatever not to ever touch my children or me again. She is now 14 and still has a small scar on her cheek.
Shivers.
These are some crazy a$$ stories. I'm too scared to go to bed now.
I'm with three friends. Two are federal agents and the other a city police detective. we go to the detectives house for cold adult beverages after a softball game and walk in on a burglar.. He immediately turns into a robber. Weird huh?
The family she was babysitting for wasn't the least bit concerned for the safety of their home and their children?! Sound like a couple of real winners...
On campus saw a professor walking across the street. A big Alhambra water truck started to back up. Well somehow the professor didn't notice it and the back of the truck hit him and knocked him down but he grabbed onto the bumper and was being dragged. He was screaming bloody murder and someone nearby saw it and ran up to the driver side yelling at him to stop.
It was too late and the professor had lost his grip. The back end of the truck jolted up and down and up and down and the professor was dead.
It was creepy cause he screamed for so long and knew he was prolly gonna die.