Anonymous, Mexico

This experience took place back on my childhood years, I must have been 6 or 7 years old (I’m 30 years old now), it was summer so I was home in the afternoon with my younger brother and my mother, it was near supper time so my mother had to go buy tortillas for our meal, she asked us to go with her. I had to use the restroom so I told them I had to stay, they left without me and I went into the only restroom in our home to take care of my business.

I must have been there just a couple of minutes, when my attention was drawn to the bathroom door (I just turned, don’t really know why), this was a big metal door that had painted glass on its windows and was then properly shut (I thank god for that), between the space from the bottom metal plate to the floor I could clearly see the shadow of 2 very small foot as if a little kid was standing on the outside of the bathroom door, both my mother and little brother were out, I heard them leave, no one else was on the house. So I duck to see if there was something actually there or it was just some optical illusion from the lights comming in from the windows or something, and sure enough, there were a couple of little black shoes standing very very close to the other side of the door.

Finally after seeing the shoes I gather up some valor and asked in a normal aloud voice: "Who’s there?"

The answer I got was more than I expected, no voice, just scratching on the metal door, heavy, long, deep scratching, I could hear it across the whole dimension of the lower part of the door in a cross (X) like manner. I was scared then, the scratching continued and got louder enough that I had to cover my ears, then suddenly it stopped, just for a moment, and then the worst came, the thing in the other side began hitting on the door, very strongly, I might add, it seemed as if the thing was hitting the door with both arms and legs, the bangs got really loud and I could see the lower edge of the metal plate bend from the hits it was receiving, I think that lasted just long enough for me to get totally terrified, maybe 30 seconds, and then again it stopped, this time the shadow of the feet outside the door dissappeared along.

A few minutes after the hitting stopped my mother and brother returned from the mill (that is how we called the place we shopped the tortillas, and in fact it was a mill), I waited for them to enter the house and then exited the bathroom, the door was untouched from the other side, no scratch marks, no damage to the metal plates on the places I saw bent from the inside, the door was fine on both ends. So in the end I was left confused, there was no damage to the door but I saw it bent and didn’t realize the moment it got magically fixed.

I don’t know what was standing behind the bathroom door that afternoon, like I said I thank god the door held that thing out of the bathroom (for something that looked so small the hits were extremedly hard), I never again had an experience similar to this one, but that bathroom was always a place a bit unsettling for everyone, even the visitors. Thank you for taking your time to read this.

Massie, NY, USA

As a child, I was always fascinated by the paranormal. I have believed in spirits my entire life, as my mother used to see mediums to talk to my beloved Grandmother. My sisters and I were always doing Ouija board.

When I was little; my grandmother lived with us. She died when I was 4 years old. About a year after her death I would hear footsteps upstairs or things that belonged to her would fall off the shelf. My sister, Dorie, had an experience that scared her when she was about six. She tells it as she was in Grandmother’s room and she heard someone whisper in her ear "Boo, I’m here for you." My grandmother used to call Dorie ’Boo’ and Dorie is pretty sure she wasn’t just thinking stuff.

Now, the first time I saw a medium I was 24. I wanted to talk to my mom, who died of cancer the previous year. My sisters came along, too. The medium told us the usual; that she was at peace and loved us.

When I went home that evening to my husband and infant son, I fell asleep immediately. As I was sleeping, I heard a glass bottle fall and break from a shelf in the bathroom. I just shook it off and went to sleep thinking I’d clean it in the morning. Yet, when I woke up, there was no glass bottle on the floor. And no one had cleaned it up.

About a week later, I found out I was pregnant with my 2nd child. We had a few friends over for the event, and as I was talking to my friend Marianne, a wine glass fell off the counter, and landed perfectly standing on the floor. Our vistors were shocked, as were Shaun and I. As soon as they left, I was putting on my pajamas when a loud knock came from the wall. I just brushed it off, but I knew I was scared.

Between then and about six months later, nothing big happened, just footsteps or knocks. When I was about seven months pregnant, I was home alone as Shaun was at his job. I was doing dishes, when a dish flew from my hand and landed in the floor. It cracked in two pieces. When Shaun returned home I told him of the incident. We brushed it off again.

Three months later I gave birth to my daughter Grace. As we brought her home, I could feel the presence of my mother.It was a strange feeling. I went to see a medium again when Grace was nearly two. She told me that my mother had acknowledged Grace. I asked if she was there. The medium said she was.

Grace had an incident at four, a number which is unlucky in our family. She said she felt a hand on her back. A year later Grace told me she "saw little bubbles." I took her to our town’s local medium and Spiritual center to get guided help. Grace has numerously seen "a face with lovely blue eyes and blond hair" which is the description of my mother. I showed her a picture and she said "that’s the one." Mediums have definitely taken an impact in my life, and I have seen mediums many times before.

Grace is nearly 17 now, but she is getting guided spiritual help. I am definitely a believer.

Anonymous, FL, USA

This is by no means a terrifying story, but rather a story that brought my wife and me comfort.

Many years ago, I brought home two brother kittens, who we named Seymour and Stewart. Both cats had very different personalities, and Seymour was very clingy, needy, and what one would describe as a “lap cat.” Stewart was the polar opposite of Seymour, albeit friendly and social, but would give you stitches if you tried to pick him up. They were indoor cats, never allowed to go outside, and when my dogs inadvertently brought nature in (sticks, pine needles, leaves, etc.), Seymour would dine on them, which we let him do. Many years transpired and one night, Seymour began mewling incessantly and started throwing up bile. My wife rushed him to the emergency clinic where he died within hours. During his autopsy, the vet found that he had a small hole in his intestine (caused by a pine needle tine), and poor Seymour had acid leeching into his system for months, which eventually killed him. Needless to say, my wife and I were distraught (I felt really guilty, full of self-blame), and missed him dearly, and to this day, still do.

One and a half months ago, I woke to the noise of what sounded like a cardboard toilet paper roll being batted around the floor at the foot of the bed. I thought it was Stewart, so I leaned forward and was going to scare him off (it was 1 or 2 in the morning), and when I moved forward, I saw a small gray billowy mass run from the foot of the bed, out the door, and into the adjacent room which houses cat food, litter box, scratching post, etc. I got a weird tingly sensation and I said, “Stewart?” I then heard Stewart run from the living room towards the “cat room,” enter said room where he starting spitting, hissing, and caterwauling. He fled out the room back towards the living room. I started feeling really eerie and out of nowhere, I said, “Seymour?” The moment I said this, the same small gray billowy mass left the cat room and came back into the bedroom, and I was freaking out because it was transparent. The form appeared to sit and then it looked like he was cleaning himself, and then my dog, Buddy (chocolate lab) reacted to the form (they grew up together), and when he walked over to the form, you could see the form start rubbing against Buddy’s legs. The mass then walked to the foot of the bed (out of my vision), and Buddy followed him there, sniffed around, and then lay back down on his bed. I slowly leaned forward, and when I did, there was nothing there, except an eerie feeling and a cardboard toilet paper roll.

This morning (2/7/13), I saw him again, but wasn’t scared. He was waiting outside the bedroom door (I originally thought it was Stewart and then realized I could see through him), and when I turned on the hallway lights, he was gone.

My wife and I are comforted to know he is still with us and showing himself. Since seeing him, I have forgiven myself for contributing to his death, and look forward to other interactions with him.

Drea, MN, USA

I live in a boarding house with 16 rooms. I got off of work this evening and I was talking on the phone with a coworker.

There was a knock on my door, I opened it and there was a dark haired lady with what looked like a blind right eye, she didnt have a pupil and her eye was all white. She seemed to be in her late 50s, and looked like life wore her down physically. Her skin was very gray and weathered. She was wearing a dark shirt and brown pants, no shoes.

She tells me she is staying across the hall, I look and "her" door is clearly open. She tells me I am being to loud. I tell her OK, I will be quiet and then I shut my door.

About an hour later go to use the bathroom, and I see a blond lady whom I know lives across the hall coming up the stairs to go to her room. I tell her that I was sorry to disturb her and her friend eariler when I was on the phone. She has a very confused look on her face and tells me she is just getting home from work and she doesnt have a friend over.

I told her a lady with dark hair came over to my room and I saw her door open. The blond assured me that she hasnt been home all day and has had no visitors. In asking the other people that live here, no one knows whom I am talking about nor does anyone know this lady or seen her.

Just spoke with the building manager about what happend, and he did tell me that there was a lady who died across the hall about three years ago from a drug overdose. She had dark hair, and was blind in her right eye.

Was it her ghost at my door?, the strange part was that even though deformed she looked human to me.

Anonymous, India

I have always been a very skeptic person that never believed in anything until every possibility was checked closely. I never knew that my habit of getting to the bottom of every situation might lead me into something really serious and now I think something is always there around me, watching me constantly.

It all started 5 - 6 years back in winter. I used to live in a small town of Gujarat in India, a town named Anand which is also known as a milk city. I’ve always been a center of attention in my class and in my friends. I was a jolly person and loved to laugh. I was good at studies and used to take part in competitions like singing, drawing, sports etc. But all of a sudden things started to change after a night out. I couldn’t feel the same positive energy in me anymore. A person who always loved to crack jokes and laugh suddenly started getting mad at mere a few funny comments. I started staying away from my friends and everyone that was closer to me once and spending time alone. I kept feeling frustrated for being watched all the time and negative and sad vibes around me.

That night, it was my friend’s birthday and he decided to throw a big ball and invited all of the friends. We had a great time, after drinks, dinner and some fun games it was around 1:00 at night and we decided to head back home. While we were on the way back home, something sparked a discussion in us about paranormal activities and existence of ghosts and spirits. We were talking about it and arguing on some points and suddenly the car was stopped. We all stepped out of the car to see what was wrong with the vehicle but couldn’t find a reason. My friend who was driving the car started to locate the problem while others continued arguing on the existence of spirits, they were sharing the experiences and I said, everything being said so far was fake and not possible and I would believe in this only if some ghost really turns up and prove to me that was already dead and I started laughing out loud!!! For a while that silent road was filled with the sound of me laughing. But soon I realized that all of my other friends were staring at me like I had said something I should really have not even thought of saying and a silence again overcame the voice of my laughter. One of my friends yelled at me because what I had spoken and I asked him to calm down assuring him that nothing’s going to happen, right at that moment all of us got little scared with a sudden noise. We turned to see what that noise was and we all smiled as it was the car. My friend managed to start a car, and everyone was ready to get in the car to go home.

I turned to the car and opened the door. While I was getting into the car I suddenly felt someone’s hand on my shoulder and a whisper that said, "You are not going back alone."

I immediately turned around and looked back as it did not sound like any of my friends and I saw no one. This freaked me out as that thing felt so real. For few seconds I stood there straight looking around if I could see something then got into the car. All the way I kept on thinking if what happened was real. We finally reached home, my friends dropped me off, said good night, and the car sped away and disappeared. I walked to my house, searched for the house keys and pushed the key inside the lock and I started getting the same feeling I had while I was entering the car a half an hour back. I turned to see if someone was there but could see nothing. The clouds kinda obscured the moon and I felt everything around me was filled with a sense of anger and malice, again I heard the same voice that said "Not alone.Not alone."

I started having a mix feeling of confusion and fear. I didn’t know what to do or what was happening. I was trying to understand if it was me just imagining the things or was it happening really. I quickly opened the door and rushed in hoping I would be safe in my house. And things started happening from that night, the haunting began and continued till today.

This is how it all started.I will share more of my experiences in my next posts.

Anonymous, Ireland

I and my friends we’re really into scary stuffs like horror movies and ghost stories. And of course we love to visit reportedly haunted places just to challenge ourselves for fun.

So there are this vast pine forests areas up on a hill situated about 3 hour drive from where I live. Rumour has it that the forest is haunted. Many years ago some poor people decided to end their lives there by jumping off the deadly steep cliff known as ’The Bow’ as it resembles a ship’s bow.

People who live nearby have often reported sightings of ghostly body parts scattered around on the forest floor and frightening sounds of screaming and human-like tortured cries for help. We’d heard and known about the pine forest since we were little kids. But somehow we had never had the guts to visit it.

Until one day when we got pretty bored of visiting the other haunted places in our town (we had never seen any ghost) and the pine forest came across our minds and we decided to give it a shot.

At first, we seemed a bit reluctant but then we all agreed that we needed something a little bit scarier to do as we’re all in our early 20’s. It was a foggy and wet night when we drove our way up to the forest. From the moment I got in the car, I felt like something’s not right I just couldn’t tell what it was. But I didn’t want my friends to think that I was afraid so I showed off a little bit talking about scary possibilities that might happen there in the pine forest.

When we finally arrived. The road that divided the forest was so dark and cold. We parked in front of an abandoned bulding and then made our way through the pine trees. Everybody walked so fast and nobody even said a word. The forest was so dark and frightening. We kept walking for minutes until we finally saw The Bow. We sat down and gathered around and started telling ghost stories and scary legends related to the pine forest, about those people who had died here.

When my friend Bobby was telling his story, suddenly I saw a quick movement in the corner of my eye. I turned around and whatever it was, it was already gone. At first I thought it could be some animal wandering around in the forest. But then we heard scratching voices coming from the top of the bow as if there was something up there dragging its body up to it. I looked up and I could make out a vague dark silhouette of a man standing there looking down to us. I started shaking all over me and my friends were now all looking at me. Bobby had seen it too. He grabbed my shoulder tight and whispered. "Who’s that?"

But we were so scared we got petrified. Bobby was the first to get on his knees.

’We better get back to the car now’ he whispered and then started walking.

We all followed him silently. As soon as the bow was out of sight we started running as fast as we could. For a moment there I thought the dark figure was coming after us. I was really afraid I kept praying to God while running.

When we finally saw our car my friend Dicky told us that he had left the key in the forest. We all started cursing him but then we decided to break into the abandoned house and stayed inside until morning though it was dark in there.

That night none of us could sleep. We spent the night feeling frightened in a tiny room in the house. It was a squeeze but we didn’t care. At around 2AM, we heard light footsteps somewhere in the left wing of the house. We squeezed closer and tighter holding our breaths. As the sound of the footsteps became louder and louder I closed my eyes tight and plugged both my ears with my index fingers. And then I felt a presence in the room with us. But I kept my eyes and ears shut. I was too afraid. I got the tingling sensation as if somebody’s standing pretty close to me. It lasted for about thirty minutes. I could feel my friends squeezing my body from all sides.

When I finally got tired I got my hands off my ears and embraced myself. But I kept my eyes shut still. We sat on the floor there in the dark tiny room for about 4 hours but it felt as if we had been there for ages. At around 6AM we finally got out of the house the sky had looked a little brighter.

When the sun finally rose, we went back to the forest to get the key and then we drove back to town as soon as we could. Nobody talked. We still couldn’t believe our luck. We finally made it back home safe and sound.

Until today, I still get the goosebumps whenever I think about that terrifying night in the pine forest. I sure hell will never go back in there even if it was the last safe place on earth.

Aly, CA USA

I apologize if this story is a bit lengthy, but it will tell you all of my experiences that have happened to me, or happened to me and other people in the same house/room etc. I am a twenty-one-year-old female and these are my accounts thus far:

My first actual experience was when I was staying at a friend’s house in Santa Rosa, CA when I was about seventeen. I was well aware that this said friend’s house was haunted by three ghosts, but didn’t think anything would happen while I was there. It was late one night and everyone had gone to bed including two of our mutual friends in the living room that were staying the night. They were both guys and VERY heavy sleepers. The house was very small and the room I was staying in with my friend was right next to the kitchen separated by a thin wall (the entire house had thin walls). We were about asleep when we heard a big loud bang that came from the kitchen. We kind of freaked out for a second asking each other, "what the heck was that?" Finally, my friend decided to go out and take a look but saw nothing out of place and everyone still asleep... It bothered me though to the point where I needed to go out and investigate myself but asked my friend to come along with me because I was scared. So we both went out in the kitchen again and I noticed what had happened-- a very large, hefty wooden chair had fallen completely on its side. It was also wedged in between a hefty wooden coffee table and a large futon. There was absolutely no room for this chair to have fallen over on its own unless some force made it happen. Especially by how heavy it was. Not much of a crazy experience but it was my first real one that I can remember.

A few years later, I moved more into the valley of CA. I then met my partner, Sarah, and she lived in a town that has a nice cemetery in it, next to this piece of abandoned land that had a barren barn and all these little tiny crumbled buildings, almost like parts of a bigger house or something, scattered about the land behind the barn. These little mini house-like buildings were trashed from people partying in them. (It was a major college town.) Broken glass, bottles, cans, clothes, graffiti, the like. We decided this would be an awesome place to do our Ouija board... We took it there in the middle of the day; sunny, broad daylight, at the end of summer. We went into one of the buildings that was more of another small barn but had lots of abandoned stuff in it, just filled everywhere. We noticed that there was also (creepily) what looked to be a headstone at the base of the doorway. It had a very strange illegible name on it in some other language. We set the board down on a low coffee table and asked the obvious question of "is anyone here that would like to speak with us?" And VERY slowly, the plachette started moving. But not even so much that we could see it. We only felt it. Like a magnetized feeling came from our fingers. It freaked me out so I begged that we stop. We left that little building and found another one that was more open with a huge window and was more sunny so I wouldn’t be so intimidated. We started again and asked the same question as before, and the piece moved slowly but surely to "yes". We asked many questions finally conjuring the information that we were communicating with a mid-sixties female ghost from 1350-something! I don’t remember the exact numbers however. She said she was a happy spirit and we ended up talking to her for about an hour asking many questions. What got us the most was that the finger piece was moving so incredibly fast after a while of talking with her! It was gliding across the board with such ease. Also, another crazy aspect was that sometimes one of the little pegs on the finger piece would come off the edge of the board when she was answering "yes" or "no" and it was pretty much levitate a little in order to get back onto the board. Sarah and I talked about this after it all happened and were amazed by this.

We went home and decided that it was a successful trip. The next day we felt a little strange and anxiety-ridden as a couple small, strange things happened; like we felt as if something was right behind us or watching us. We were afraid something had attached itself to us. But after that, nothing really happened like it. A couple months later however, the big barn on that property had caught fire and so they then decided to tear EVERYTHING down including all the little buildings we went into for our experience. We thought that was a little strange because all of that had been there for years and years.

A couple months later we decided to get an apartment of our own because before we were living with her grandparents’. Pretty much one of the first days were there, Sarah and I were lying in bed when out of the corner of our eye we saw this big, black, orb-like mass (that did not glow) move quickly from the ceiling and disappear into the wall. We looked at each other and asked, "did you just see that?" with both having the same answer. Constantly after that Sarah would see mist-like wisps fly through the air, whether them being black or white. Other little things would happen as well, like a half-full beer can knocked over and started pouring onto the carpet when no one had touched it or been near it, and our desk lamp knocked over out of nowhere and the bulb broke. Also, the carpet’s corner near the front door would be overturned when no one would be in nor out the door. And Sarah had once followed distinct footsteps to the kitchen once thinking it was me, when upon arriving there was no one in the kitchen. (Which only one entrance to the kitchen.)

Soon, Sarah had more personal experiences as well. We were lying in bed late one night, falling asleep when she was facing the rest of the room while I was at the wall, and she woke up suddenly saying that she distinctively felt “someone” walk up next to the bed and place their hands on her back. She switched sides with me that night. Then, it would touch her quite often actually. Most of the time it would be on her feet or on her leg/calf. Every time it happened she would wake me up and we would turn the lights on and ask the spirit to leave us alone and stop touching Sarah. Eventually, growing tired of the games, Sarah wanted to communicate with the spirit in our apartment. So, (whether or not you believe in this,) Sarah and I had the idea of taking a simple pencil and a notepad of paper in means of communication. She asked the question who is here with us? Who wants our attention?“ Nothing happened. It took a few tries of asking the same type of question, then finally, slowly, her fingers started moving and started spelling out words. We found out that this spirit was a 20-year-old, African American male named Lenny that knew he was dead but didn’t know how or when he died. We then eventually got him to tell us that the reason he kept bothering Sarah was because she reminded him of a best friend he had in life. He then revealed that he knew something VERY personal about Sarah that only a few people knew about... She was really freaked out by this because she had no idea why he would be saying it or how he would know. She then told him that she didn’t need his help and that she was fine. He kept repeating it, and spelling “sorry” and “sorry, Sarah”. It was very eerie. Needless to say we then said goodbye and burned some white sage in the entire apartment to try to relinquish any bad energies or unwanted spirits. Before we moved out after being there for hardly a year, there was only one more incident that happened: Sarah had a dream and in that dream someone was whistling. But soon she awoke because her subconscious realized that the whistling was not from only the dream, but she was actually hearing it. She fully woke up, still hearing the whistling. It was loud, and coming from the living room. It was not necessarily a happy or cheerful tune. But one more of sorrow or longing. Two simple tones, over and over again. She then fell back asleep and we ended up moving soon after.

We will always remember our experiences together in this apartment. Now. only a couple things more having to do with being in our townhouse currently. Our roommate had the only room downstairs as the other two were upstairs. The kitchen was right next to his room. He has to pass it every time he goes in or out of his room. He had to get up really early for work one morning to open, and was up around 4 AM. He went into the kitchen to get some water and realized once he flipped the light on that ALL the upper cupboard doors were wide open... He really got creeped out by this especially being the only one awake early in the morning when it was still dark outside. I later woke up at around ten and went downstairs and noticed the same thing (He had not closed them, worried that if he did they would open again seconds later). So I thought it was just him looking for something quickly before he left and just leaving them like that. But we talked about it later (I was the one who closed them all) he confirmed that it was that way when he woke up. We told everyone else and asked them if possibly they had done it, but everyone swore they did not.

Ever-so-often we will hear the doorknob to the front door jiggle on its own and no one will be outside. (Usually happens at night, too). Also, our roommate has woken up hearing knocks on the front door at 3 AM but also with no one there.

I hope you enjoyed my experiences!