“I dreamt I was being choked and woke up to find my own hands around my throat.”

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"I freaked out and asked how the heck he got up there so fast, and everyone told me he'd been there the whole time. I told them it wasn't possible because I'd just seen him downstairs, but no one believed me. Now I never go down there alone."

"I called the visitor center on my walkie-talkie and confirmed that the only other person working that day was still there and hadn't left, and that all the keys to the house were present and accounted for. 

That's when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office. I made my coworker come back with me to check out what was going on, but when we got to the house, the light was off again—but the bulb was still warm. All the doors were still locked, and the circuit was still off. It still gives me shivers to this day."

"The next morning, I triumphantly walked downstairs and told my parents that Buster now loved me because he had slept in my bed that night. My parents looked at me inquisitively and sat me down at the breakfast table to let me know that, while they were outside the night before, they had found Buster's body in the alley behind our house. They thought he had been attacked by a coyote. But he was dead, so he couldn't have slept in my bed that night.

To this day, I like to think Buster just wanted to say goodbye and thank me for trying to love him in the only way a child knew how."

"I was terrified for no reason that I could understand, but no less intensely because of it. I ran back inside and ate dry cereal. Later the next day, I heard about a group of drunk guys who had been causing havoc near the intersection by the 7-Eleven. They'd beaten up someone from my college. 

Even though I can't explain it, I'm convinced something bad would have happened to me that night if I had ignored that feeling."

"Another one. My parents had just had their first child, my oldest sister, Cathy. They were living in Italy at the time (my dad was in the Air Force) and had brought her back to the U.S. to introduce her to my dad's parents. So, on their first night there, my mom was asleep in the front bedroom, jet-lagged. My dad had gone out to hang out with his brothers. 

In the middle of the night, a woman walked into my mom's room, waking her up. She sat down on the bed and said, "Shh, it's OK! I just wanted to welcome you to the family." My mom was scared, obviously, but figured it was some relative or family friend who had come over. The woman walked over to the bassinet where my baby sister was sleeping. "Is this your daughter?" My mom nodded. "She's beautiful! It's lovely to meet you both." Then she left. 

My mom woke up the next day and was having breakfast with my grandmother when she brought it up. "Who was the woman who came over last night? "My grandmother had no idea what she was talking about. My mom told her the whole story, and my grandmother asked what she looked like. My mom said, "She was tall, had long white hair, and was wearing a blue dress." My grandmother's face went white as a sheet. She rummaged through some old pictures and pulled one out. "Is this her?" she asked. My mom nodded. "That's my mother! She's been dead for 20 years, and we buried her in a blue dress.""

"When we got to the attic, I noticed about eight mannequins in the corner, covered in dust and cobwebs. Some were just upper torsos, and some were full-body mannequins. It wasn't too out of the ordinary, considering a tailor had lived there.

JB's son and I slept downstairs on the couch since there weren't any more beds. Around midnight, I heard one of the stairs squeak a few times. Figuring it was my mom coming to check that we were asleep, I told JB's son to be quiet, quickly turned the TV off, and hid under the covers. 

After not hearing anything for a few minutes, I peeked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Their body parts weren't moving, but they were sliding across the floor. I swore I was dreaming, but I was so terrified that I hid back under the covers with a small yelp. Then I heard something dragging across the floor, getting closer. I peeked out again and saw one of the mannequins just a few feet from the couch.

I hid back under the covers and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would go away. The next morning, I got up and tried not to think about it, really hoping it had just been a bad dream. But when we went back up to the attic to put the beach toys away, the mannequins were in different spots and weren't covered in cobwebs anymore...Don't believe me if you don't want to, but it happened, and I've been scared shitless of mannequins ever since."

"He put his phone up to my ear and played a message he'd gotten when he woke up that morning. It was a voice that kind of sounded computerized, but mostly just creepy. It said: "YOU'RE STUCK." It freaked us both out. We never figured out where the call came from. It's the strangest, creepiest thing that's ever happened to me in my life."

"Then it exploded, and glass went shattering all across the room. I was lucky I ran out of the room when it started happening because I was scared (the whole mysterious typing thing, you know). Around that same time, I was on the computer at home by myself when something happened that resulted in me never being alone in that room again. I felt and heard a really sharp intake of breath directly behind my right shoulder, near my ear.

I've never run so fast in my life and was hesitant to go into that room ever again. Prior to that, the whole typing thing had just been something weird and a bit spooky—not scary. It still makes my heart race when I think about it today. I've never really encountered anything like this before or since. I don't particularly believe in ghosts either, but I'm open to the possibility that there's "something" science doesn't have a proper explanation for yet."

"This thing weighed a ton and was built like a tank. My sister said she heard the sound of someone pushing it. My mom and sister used to yell at me for sneaking around the house... only I wasn't home, or I was in my room. 

They said they saw a man in the shadows who was about my height. One day, we also ran into the previous owner, and my mom casually asked her if she'd ever experienced anything strange in the house. The woman started crying and said no one believed her, but yes, she'd experienced a lot of strange things there. I moved out around that time. I do not miss that place."

"I looked up, and suddenly a huge work truck loaded with equipment ran its red light at what must have been 50 mph. I was stunned. I gasped, quickly pulled myself together, and stepped on the gas pedal again. 

This time it worked without hesitation. Suddenly, I smelled my mother's favorite perfume."

"I opened the door before school and checked it after school—still open. Checked it after dinner—still open. Before bed—still open. Now I'm lying in bed, my mind going crazy with the open door across the room. I decide to check it out, so I roll over and focus on the dark opening into the attic... only to see a face staring back at me.

I bolted downstairs, woke my parents, got ridiculed by my brother, switched bedrooms with him, and we moved into a new house about six months later (because our family was expanding). 

My new physics teacher and his wife bought our old house. I could've forgotten all about that event and chalked it up to having an overactive imagination. But then, during my senior year, I discovered how awesome my physics teacher was. It became my favorite class, and he was by far my favorite teacher. 

At the end of senior year, a friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, mostly filming silly things, but we also stopped by my old house to see what they'd done with the place. They gave us a really fun tour, and I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad had done that were still part of the house. Then my teacher's wife led us upstairs to show us the sewing room.I asked jokingly, "Notice anything strange in this room?" Her face went blank. 

On camera, she asked what I meant. I tried to shrug it off but ended up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she came upstairs to sew, the attic door was open. She then told us that, on the second day after moving into the house, their German Shepherd had gone into the room but refused to come back downstairs. He started barking and couldn't be consoled, then jumped through the window, landed on the tin roof over the porch, and ran off. The dog didn't come back until the next day and has never stepped foot into the upstairs hallway since."

"There was only one entrance to the parking garage, and it was guarded. The attendant said nobody had entered or left while we were gone."

"I checked my phone and saw I had another eight minutes left before my alarm went off. I went back to sleep, only to be woken by my phone ringing. It was my mother.

 She said my great-aunt, who had been in the hospital for a week after a stroke-like event, had died around one o'clock. My mom then said she knew my aunt was going to die that day because she'd seen a wraith (a sort of ghost that's said to warn of someone's death) that morning.  

My mom is Scottish and very superstitious, but I don't believe in any of that. She said that when she'd woken up that morning to take my brother to school, she'd gone into my room to see if I was still asleep, and she'd seen a wraith standing next to my bed. My brain shit itself."

"I grabbed the box of ammo from the closet and saw that exactly five rounds (the ones I'd used to load the revolver) were missing. At this point, I was freaking out, thinking maybe I'd gotten up in the middle of the night and unloaded the gun or something. 

Well, I had to get my day started, so I went to make some coffee. I needed to take out the trash, so I carried the bag outside to the garbage can. As I started walking around the house, I froze instantly. All five rounds were scattered on the ground behind my house. 

The weirdest part is that I hadn't left the house at all the previous day, and all the windows were locked when I checked them the night before."

"The soles of my feet were extremely dirty, as though I'd been walking around outside barefoot. So, I disappeared, with my car, for a few hours that night. I have absolutely no memory of what happened, and if my mom hadn't said anything that morning, I never would've even known it happened."