Real Life Ghost Stories or Creepy Stuff That Has Happened to You!

[Gameface]

I'm more interested to hear other people's stories, but I'll go ahead and start this off with one of my own.

When I was maybe 8 we lived in a small house on the west side of SLC (11th W 3rd S) that was pushing 90 years old. There was a room in the basement that still had coal in the back corners from the coal furnace my dad replaced with a natural gas one when we moved in. It was a creepy house in general. There was a very narrow concrete stair case going to the all-concrete basement with low ceilings and small windows. I never liked being in the basement alone and I never went up those stairs without running and feeling like my life depended on it.

My bedroom, all mine now that my sister had been moved into her own room, was in the back corner of the upstairs. You actually had to walk through the house's only bathroom to get to my bedroom. I always had a hard time getting to sleep in that house. I imagined all sorts of boogeymen trying to get at me. On this particular night I was laying awake on my side, facing a wooden step-stool upon which was the boombox I received for Christmas that year. The boombox was sitting a little over the side edge of the stool with about three or four inches of overhang. I had turned it off to try to get to sleep but so far it wasn't working. As I sat there restlessly staring at my boombox it turned 90 degrees in a single, swift and smooth motion. I froze and just continued to stare wide-eyed at the boombox. I didn't dare move and I absolutely didn't dare touch the radio. I just sat there staring at it for as long as I could keep my eyes open, but eventually I fell asleep.

The next day I still didn't dare touch the boombox, or for the next few weeks. Eventually my mom made me clean up my room she told me I had to take the boombox off the stool so she could put the stool back in the bathroom. I was terrified, but I didn't want to share my experience of the haunted boombox with my mom. I was a secretive kid and didn't figure she'd believe me anyway. So when I had cleaned all the rest of my room I went to the tool drawer and retrieved a hammer. With the hammer in hand I went to my room and quickly grabbed the boombox and hurried to the back porch where I threw it to the ground began smashing it with the hammer. I figure that did the trick because I'm still alive today to tell this story. Having never heard of a haunted boombox from anyone else I assume very few manage to survive such an encounter.

So, have you had any weird stuff ever happen to you?

 

[unluckyseventeen]

One time I heard about this site called clutchfans. So I went there to check it out...

 

[YB85]

Back in 1993, I moved back into my parents' basement while my (future) wife and I were saving for our wedding. At this time, my sister was getting divorced so I was taking care of her overgrown rat of a dog.

Also at this time, my aunt was dying of cancer. She was like my grandmother while we lived in California and I was very close to her. She had come back to Utah to live with her mother until the cancer took her. I had visited her a few times and it became increasingly difficult to see her wither away so I selfishly stopped seeing her because I didn't want my memory of her to be like that. She passed away and a couple of days later, I was in my room with my feet propped up, reading a book. The rat-dog was on my bed, sound asleep. Suddenly, the dog jumped up, looked around, tucked its tail between its legs and jumped off the bed and hid under it. To call the feeling I got "chills" is an understatement, but I got them. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought about my aunt, and I called her name and explained why I had stopped seeing her and that I loved her and would miss her dearly. No sooner had I done that, when suddenly a warmth came over me and the dog came out from under the bed, jumped back up and went back to sleep. I have no doubt that my aunt came back to say goodbye to me.

 

[candrew]

I've honestly never seen or sensed a ghost in my life.

On the other hand, my wife claims to have seen ghosts and/or apparitions many times throughout her life up until the time we were married. In the 10 years we've been married she hasn't seen any type of ghosts or spirits or whatever -by far the longest amount of time in her life.

Good to know I kick *** in this realm and the next.

 

[default]

I've honestly never seen or sensed a ghost in my life.

On the other hand, my wife claims to have seen ghosts and/or apparitions many times throughout her life up until the time we were married. In the 10 years we've been married she hasn't seen any type of ghosts or spirits or whatever -by far the longest amount of time in her life.

Good to know I kick *** in this realm and the next.

Maybe ghosts are just afraid of BO the way other creatures of the night are afraid of garlic, wooden stakes, or sunlight.

 

[nightmare3983]

I've honestly never seen or sensed a ghost in my life.

On the other hand, my wife claims to have seen ghosts and/or apparitions many times throughout her life up until the time we were married. In the 10 years we've been married she hasn't seen any type of ghosts or spirits or whatever -by far the longest amount of time in her life.

Good to know I kick *** in this realm and the next.

Maybe ghosts are just afraid of BO the way other creatures of the night are afraid of garlic, wooden stakes, or sunlight.

 

[franklin]

True story:

My cousin got abducted by two devil worshipers & saw the red eyes of the devil following them. They took him into the mountains and tied him to a post while they danced around fire circles, mutilated cats, & sacrificed a virgin. There was blood & stuff everywhere. They eventually released him unharmed & he returned home the following morning (after being missed the whole night) to tell his parents the story. They called the sheriff's office & a deputy took them up to the place where my cousin said he was abducted to. The devil had cleaned up all the blood & fire rings & everything. My aunt & uncle were shocked at how well & quickly the devil cleaned up his mess, & were just happy he let their son come back home to them.

 

[The Black Swordsman]

When I was an intern at a hospital a nurse told me a story of what happened to her a couple of years ago.

She got a call from one of the rooms of a person saying that they see a dark shadowy figure right in front of their bed looking at him.

By the time the nurse came to that room and the patient was dead.

I don't know it could be BS :/

 

[Harambe]

I was cruisin GBS and I saw the uplifting stories thread. At first, I wanted to threads*** all over it with ghost stories.

Then I thought there probably is one already.

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.

The Rake

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

From a Witness: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

 

[DutchJazzer]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u4FHmId-Y0

 

[♪alt13]

One time I was messing with a weegie board with some friends. We asked if there were any spirits present and the board replied btxwro. true story

I was shocked by a refrigerator once.

Sometimes when the wind blows my lights flicker.

 

[mellow]

First, when I was a kid I had a large Labrador. He stayed out back on a chain. One day I looked out to see him in an unusual aggressive defensive posture, he was fully bristled, hair up, tail up, ears cocked and intently staring at seemingly nothing. In this position he followed something across the yard as far as the chain would let him. Nothing broke his stare, not even when I ran out the back door. The deep guttural growl he was making scared me worse than the stare. I told my dad about it, he said he had seen a similar event once when an entire cow herd tracked an unseen something across an open flat in the middle of the day.

Next, my wife had been doing a lot of genealogy, but was stuck on a particular branch unable to find the information she needed. One night she left her lap top on the kitchen counter with the genealogy word document open. The next morning I was frightened when she rushed into the bedroom to ask me with a shaky voice,
" did you work on my computer last night?"

When I replied "NO", she became more emotional and forceful,
"don't tease me, did you work on my genealogy on my computer?"
No, I insisted, and she started to cry. In the night the word document had been altered to include one name and birthdate. That information led to her finding a whole branch of her family tree. Now when she works on family history I make her leave her computer in the other room.

Finally, One line of my family has a history of seeing things other people don't see, mainly that means dead people or spirits if you will. Not me. I believe them, but I don't want to see anything myself. I was at my grandparents home when grandma died in the same room that grandpa had died in a few years earlier. I went in when the morticians came and stood behind the bed to help lift, with all the people and stuff I was blocked in. My aunt walked into the room, and casually looking things over she looked at me, gasped, then smiled. "Dad (her dad, my grandpa) is here, he is right beside you." I didn't dare move or even turn my head, I wanted to run but was blocked in the room.

 

[mellow]

Can't help it, one more. This didn't happen to me but it was told to me by someone I trust....

Where I grew up there was a canyon that had been an Indian refuge of sorts. Although that may have been a rumour as there was only a few small petroglyphs near the mouth. The canyon was full of unique geological features with many small side canyons, caves, tiered ledges and even tunnels. A man could get lost in there very easily. I had a love hate relationship with the canyon, I loved the geology, and hated the constant pervasive feeling that someone was watching me. It was very unsettling and many people report feeling that way.

There were rumors and stories about Indian caves and Spanish gold that kept people exploring the canyon, but as far as I know nothing was ever found, except maybe once....Three boys about 14- 15 years old had driven a farm truck up the canyon and had gone exploring. Their youth and energy allowed them to go much higher into the ledges than most everyone else. On one such ledge they discovered petroglyphs and a small cave with artifacts inside. In their excitement they were whooping and hollering, laughing and talking about how they would be heroes and famous. Then suddenly all three became instantly silent and without a word to each other all three turned and ran. They ran/ fell to the bottom of the canyon at unreasonable rate, as if someone was chasing them. They got in the truck and left. The one I talked with said it was a feeling of terror or impending doom and he never had and never would try to go back.

 

[VINYLONE]

One time I was messing with a weegie board with some friends.

What is that? Do you find that game at a local gas station?

Edited to add my story:

Once I was at my Aunt's house and they asked me to go down to the cellar to get a bottle of wine. Unfortunately, the light switch is at the bottom of the stairs. So, I went down there, turned on the lights and found the bottle of wine my Aunt wanted. So, I started to leave, turned off the lights, stood there for a second and sprinted up the stairs. I felt something.

 

[TroutBum]

^^ such a tool.

A few nights after my oldest daughter died, my wife woke up suddenly and realized that our baby was standing in the doorway, but she wasn't a baby anymore; she was grown and beautiful. My wife doesn't believe in ghosts or any of that kind of stuff, but she believes what she saw was River saying "goodbye" and that this life isn't the end.

I dig it.

 

[Deleted member 848]

^^ such a tool.

A few nights after my oldest daughter died, my wife woke up suddenly and realized that our baby was standing in the doorway, but she wasn't a baby anymore; she was grown and beautiful. My wife doesn't believe in ghosts or any of that kind of stuff, but she believes what she saw was River saying "goodbye" and that this life isn't the end.

I dig it.

Oh my God. Your oldest child passed away :'( That's awful dude. Stillborn?

 

[TroutBum]

Oh my God. Your oldest child passed away :'( That's awful dude. Stillborn?

That's a big 10-4. 2006... Kind of weird to think that I should have an 8 year old. 8 year old, dude.

It's all good though; not many fathers can say with 100% accuracy that they were the father of a "perfect" child. I knew I was awesome, but even I would never would have expected that.

 

[LogGrad98]

That's a big 10-4. 2006... Kind of weird to think that I should have an 8 year old. 8 year old, dude.

It's all good though; not many fathers can say with 100% accuracy that they were the father of a "perfect" child. I knew I was awesome, but even I would never would have expected that.

Yes, it can take a lot of manure to grow a beautiful rose.

 

[LogGrad98]

I think we already did this thread. Deja vu? Uh-oh, they just changed something in the Matrix.

 

[TroutBum]

Yes, it can take a lot of manure to grow a beautiful rose.

That is pretty much the perfect response.