A serial baby killer was shot and killed in my grandma's house years before they moved in. He used to bury them under the floorboards in my grandma and grandpa's bedroom.
That's nut funny. dun do that dats nooghiodfksjgffjfgh
A serial baby killer was shot and killed in my grandma's house years before they moved in. He used to bury them under the floorboards in my grandma and grandpa's bedroom.
That's nut funny. dun do that dats nooghiodfksjgffjfgh
Surprisingly, it's true. Their house is spooky as hell. Everyone in my family knows that house is haunted. Haha.
*grabs flashlight*
My time has come ( ̄▽ ̄)
It all started in 3rd grade. I was only about 7 or 8 at the time, but I still remember it clearly. I had been sick for the last week, so much so that I had to miss school the day. Finally as night time came my mom hugged me goodnight and I rested underneath my warm covers. However as I slowly felt the depths of sleep taking over me I couldn't shake off a feeling of pricking at my neck. The next thing I knew I was peacefully waking to an island. For some reason I could walk on water as I made my way through. All I knew was that I wanted to get to it, no matter what it took.
Next thing I knew I was awakened from my strange dream and looking at a dawn sky.
HOWEVER~~
*dramatic pause*
I wasn't in my bed anymore, I was under a tree, about ten feet from my house! (^○^)
My mom rushed over to me and carried me back to my bed on the second floor, all while I was crying. That night though I couldn't fall back asleep, still remembering the island~~~~~
*flashlight off* Heh creepy huh?(^∇^)it's a good thing ghosts don't exist though. I'm sure it was probably just a case of sleepwalking...
Eh...? Hey....what's that sitting on your shoulder!? Oh good. It's gone now...
( ^ω^ )
Oh.. I have taken a big interest in you now.
*grabs flashlight*
My time has come ( ̄▽ ̄)
It all started in 3rd grade. I was only about 7 or 8 at the time, but I still remember it clearly. I had been sick for the last week, so much so that I had to miss school the day. Finally as night time came my mom hugged me goodnight and I rested underneath my warm covers. However as I slowly felt the depths of sleep taking over me I couldn't shake off a feeling of pricking at my neck. The next thing I knew I was peacefully waking to an island. For some reason I could walk on water as I made my way through. All I knew was that I wanted to get to it, no matter what it took.
Next thing I knew I was awakened from my strange dream and looking at a dawn sky.
HOWEVER~~
*dramatic pause*
I wasn't in my bed anymore, I was under a tree, about ten feet from my house! (^○^)
My mom rushed over to me and carried me back to my bed on the second floor, all while I was crying. That night though I couldn't fall back asleep, still remembering the island~~~~~
*flashlight off* Heh creepy huh?(^∇^)it's a good thing ghosts don't exist though. I'm sure it was probably just a case of sleepwalking...
Eh...? Hey....what's that sitting on your shoulder!? Oh good. It's gone now...
( ^ω^ )
Wow, that's nuts. I believe your story, and the story about the wolf-thing sticks out at me in particular. I mean, my experience wasn't terrifying or anything, but I can kinda relate.
As a norm within many Asian cultures, we have offerings for the spirits for blessings, and luck and stuff for the new year. It's traditional to believe in spirits, yet I didn't really believe that the offerings were actually eaten by spirits, only people lol. But the same night last year after we did our ceremony, I was walking out of my room to the kitchen for some grub, when I stopped in my tracks at what I saw. I swear that I saw some kind of monkey (or some kind of animal, it was too short to be human) eating the offerings that we left on the living room table. It immediately scurried away and disappeared when it noticed me. The food was still physically untouched, but I know what I saw because it was the only thing unusual in the living room. I'm in Southern California and there are no wild monkeys around here, let alone any other wild animal. I don't even have a pet. Seeing that definitely made me believe that spirits do eat the offerings lol. Later on I told my mom what I saw, and she just gave me this look like I was talking about the weather. ._.;
Well, at least I know that the point of offerings aren't really going to waste haha.
Love you, boo boo.
And the whole feeling of being watched only happened when you were up in my room. Only in my room. Everywhere in the house felt completely fine, but as soon as you stepped foot in my room... it felt like a completely different world altogether. We'd be downstairs and it would sound like someone was pacing around in circles above us and we'd be the only people in the whole house. Heck, I was absolutely terrified to leave my room and go downstairs without turning on all three of the lights: my bedroom, the empty bedroom beside mine, and the downstairs hallway light. That way I wouldn't go upstairs to a creepy pitch black room. There were even nights where I would wake up and it'd feel as if someone was standing at the foot of my bed... just leering over me.
Hey guys, so I've lived in areas in my life with lots of paranormal activity. I've experienced 10 years worth of it on and off in my life. I actually wrote a reply to "Do you believe in ghosts" on creepypasta.com. If you wish to read it, here's a link to it. None of this is overexagerated. There may be some TMI in there about some ****ty things regarding a couple family members, I don't remember, but I don't care I guess.
But yeah believe what you want. I wrote it about 6 months ago. Here's the link:
https://www.evernote.com/shard/s303...3cb11bb33ab9/9a8f0bafbb67b137112aef9561f48512
Ahhh really?! And do you know those offering actually re tasteless after that? When my grandfather passed away many years back, we eat his overnight offering~ well yea, because we re family so is fine (not if you re offering to wandering spirit, no please) and I was too young to remember, I just enjoy the food but the adults keep saying they re all lack of taste o.o because it was an offering to the dead. I don't know and never find out cause now we don't eat if is an offering anymore lol regardless family or not
I love this thread. In fact, I love reading about paranormal experiences. <3
I don't have any paranormal experiences I can list, actually, I don't think I've ever had any. But, whenever I go to bed, for some reason, I always see an eerie Slenderman shape on the ceiling. >-< I think it's just the hung Christmas lights making the weird shape, but, believe me, it looks like him.