Happened when I was kid, mid teens. I was playing Diablo at night, and remember being kinda on edge, since I wasn’t supposed to - so I was keeping an eye and an ear on the house.
So, I’m slaying it in Baal Runs, and see something move across the doorway of the study, and just feel caught. It must have been mom, and I’m caught - since it was this average-height white figure, wearing a night gown. And no-one else is at home.
I leave the room and look left to moms bedroom and hear her snoring. There’s no-one up inside the house, and no-one has crossed the doorway back into my mums bedroom.
This wasn’t the only weird, spooky thing to have happened in that house, but it is the only one where I was strictly awake.
Having the same white figure appear in multiple other doorways, a few sleep paralysis demon-like figures appearing at night (no, don’t have SP) and weird noises coming from stairs.
It’s been quiet for a long time now, and none of these things have folllowed me around into new homes.
I was 11 yrs old and a shopkeeper in his 30s came from behind the counter to where I was standing, gave me the things I was buying, traced my jawline and said he’d be waiting for me to visit him tomorrow, promising me “a nice surprise”.
I ran for my life and never returned. Wtf
This is the scariest one yet, really creepy how he traced your jawline.
So what did you do after that, did you atleast tell your parents?
Adding a bit more context: he made me promise I’d return the next day. I said yes on the spot but as soon as I put a foot on the street I ran. I got home and was alone for about an hour, I was very confused and disturbed.
When my mother got home she noticed there was something wrong with me so I told her everything except that he touched me. My young brain didn’t understand I’d been manipulated so I thought I was wrong somehow. He didn’t touch my private parts so I was just freaking over nothing, right? My mother assured me I could break a promise anytime I wanted and that if I didn’t like this person I had no reason to go back ever again. That it was okay to cross the street just to avoid walking in front of that shop ever again. That I owed nothing to nobody.
So I did just that. Interestingly the shop closed like 3 months after that. And then I completely forgot about the whole thing until one day when I was 16 or so I remembered it and realisation hit me like a truck.
One summer night in highschool, I swear someone broke into our house and tried to enter my bedroom. I heard a rumbling downstairs at around 3 am when I was settling into bed after a long night of gaming downstairs. I initially thought it was a family member, but I started to get suspicious when I thought I heard my dad snoring through the door between the subtle chaos developing downstairs. As I opened the door slightly to see what was up, I heard something come running up the stairs. No one in my family would come running up wooden stairs at 3am when everyone was sleeping, so I instinctively shut the door as fast as I could. As I finished shutting the door, something or someone started pushing back to seemingly try and break into my room. I swear I held that door and fought back from these aggressive pushes for at least a minute until they stopped. I held that door close in a panic for what seemed like 15 additional minutes panicking about all the possibilities. Keep in mind, this was all happening after a recent murder in the town over that took place earlier that year. So, my young mind thought the worst.
Eventually I gathered the courage to open that door and run to my parent’s room to alert them. My Dad and I ran downstairs to see what was going on, but there was NO trace of anything or *anyone * inside. We looked everywhere but the only thing weird was an unlocked but fully closed window.
This absolutely made me terrified for the rest of the summer and I was unable to sleep for almost a whole week afterwards. We never found out what happened or if it was even real! I still think about it to this day years later.
I was driving down a long, straight backroad one evening after a late shift. It was dark but could see a mile ahead with the headlights, it was so clear and nice out. I see in the distance a woman walking on the side of the road in a dress and heeled shoes. Nothing fancy, just like a dress one would wear to work. And she’s walking in the opposite direction. The thing is I only really saw her lower half because of the angle of the lights. But I kept an eye out for her so I could give her space and maybe slow down and see if she was ok.
As my vehicle passed her and she left my headlights, I lost sight of her immediately. I came to a complete stop, looked around like a madman, but I could not see her anywhere. I looped around back in my car and drove a mile up and down that road a few times. There were no bushes or ditches for her to have hidden in. It’s like the moment she left the light, she vanished, and again I never saw anything but the legs.
So this happened to me one time when I was about 8 or 9 years old. My brother and I shared a room upstairs at my dad’s place. At this house, we had a family dog who was predominantly an outdoor dog who rarely came inside and certainly was never allowed to sleep inside.
One time, at the dead of night, I woke up to hearing footsteps that sounded like my dog quickly running up the stairs. Being tired and young, I just assumed my father had let the dog inside the house. However, I could not see what it was since it was extremely dark in the room. But anyways, I pet it and it licked my hand. I then heard it run to my brother’s bedside and he woke up to pet it too. Soon after, it ran down the stairs and left.
Fast-forward to the morning, my brother and I were eating breakfast with our dad. As we all chatted, I asked dad why he let the dog in over night. He responded by saying: “I didn’t let the dog in the house and noted how the doors were all locked.” (which made sense as my dad religiously locks doors). I told him about what happened: he said it must have been a dream. My brother interjected saying: “I experienced it too.” My dad’s face dropped and he became visibly freaked out.
To this day, I have zero explanation for what occurred that night and what thing I pet. It’s easily the creepiest experience I can recall.
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