I don’t spook easily, but a couple of these definitely made me creeped out enough to turn a light on and triple-check that my door’s locked. 👀

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"The boy looked exactly like my brother at that age, too, also with very distinctive blonde hair and facial expressions. My parents even asked the employees working if they knew who these kids were, and no one had any info to give us. It definitely left us feeling shook."

"I even went as far as hiding in my closet once, and asking him how many fingers I was holding up. Each and every time, he would know the answer. When we would ask him how he knew everything we were doing, he would say things along the lines of, 'I told you, I'm standing right next to you.' At first, it was cool and freaky, but after that, my older brother decided enough was enough. He took the walkie-talkies and got rid of them because none of us could understand how this was possible. My younger brother, who has since passed, changed so much after that experience. Part of me wonders if it had anything to do with his communication with 'Chris.'"

"Of course, I was disoriented and scared. I screamed and cried until a nice lady came out of her house to take me in and clean me up. She called the police, who came and talked to me to see if they could find out where I lived. I didn't know how to get there because I was so young — I could only try to describe the place to them. They must have figured out where to take me, and we got into the police car to leave. I remembered the woods that they drove through, but I don't remember anything about how I got from that place to town. There had to be about five hours of missing time from when I started into the woods and when I woke up on the sidewalk, screaming. It was like I was plopped down from the woods into the city. This was in the late '50s, and I am 70 years old now. In all of this time, I still have no memory of what happened during those lost hours, or how I got on that sidewalk!"

"I heard their footsteps right above my head, so I realized that they had gone from the upstairs bathroom to their bedroom. I was super relieved not to be by myself, at least, so I relaxed as I waited for the power to come back. After another hour, it did, and I stayed at the dining room table the whole time.

Well, imagine my surprise when I watched all three of my roommates walk in through the front door together. No one but me had been home all day, and none of them had guests in the house. I was sitting in full view of the front door and the only stairs the entire evening. I checked all over the upstairs rooms for an intruder but never did figure out what happened. It still freaks me out to think about."

"I was shocked. It wasn't until later that day that I got the full story. It turns out nearly all of my classmates saw 'me' walk into the classroom for first period that morning and sit down — including our teacher. My seat was in the first row, so it would be very hard to miss 'me.' They said 'I' didn't speak and had a very severe look on my face. When class ended and everybody headed to their lockers to prepare for the next class, nobody had noticed that 'I' disappeared. That was around 10 a.m. — just when I was waking up at home. I really wanted to go to school that day. Turns out, 'I' did."

"As it turns out, it was actually the middle of the night. He'd fallen asleep in the chair. A bit creeped out, he started picking up his things to go to bed, but he couldn't find the book. Eventually, he remembered that he'd lent it out to my uncle recently, so the book wasn't even in the house. When he read it for real a while later, it was exactly the same as the book he read in his dream. He's never been able to explain how he was able to 'read' a book he'd never even opened before."

"I was able to nap for about 30 minutes before the baby woke up again. I got up, took a quick shower, then got the baby ready for a walk. By that time, my hubs had left again, but I wasn't sure where he went as he didn't have class that morning. 

I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I texted him while on our walk to see where he went. Nothing. Two hours later, he texted me back, saying he'd just gotten off work and was on his way home. I asked why he came home earlier, and he said he'd been at work the whole time, since they were really busy that morning. I called maintenance to see if they entered my apartment since they were the only other people to have a key, but they didn't. Then who the hell came into my apartment wearing my husband's clothes????"

"He returned several minutes later, and I was totally freaked out. When I asked what that was about, he assured me it was nothing and that he thought he left a downstairs window unlocked. We left it at that and went back to bed.

The next morning, I asked him again what all that had been about. He told me that he had a dream that I needed help, and he was searching for me but couldn't find me. He woke up from the dream and saw me sleeping, but there were glowing red lights around my eyes. Seconds later, I woke up, the glowing orbs disappeared, and my memory of the night begins. He said he ran downstairs because he was so freaked out that he panicked. 

I didn't sleep at his house for at least a month after that. I did end up marrying him, though, and even 10 years later, we can't explain it. Needless to say, we live in a different house now."

"Since this was a fundamental Baptist church, everyone was looking at me in absolute horror. One of the kids mentioned something about a doppelgänger; others were asking me why I didn't tell them I had gone over there with the church lady, and the church ladies were looking back and forth between me and the slide as if I was a demon. It was really terrifying. I had to explain that that was not me and that I didn't even know what a doppelgänger was. I tried to use logic and explain that, of course, there's gonna be strangers who look alike (even though that didn't explain how we were wearing the same clothes). 

The kids moved on with their lives, but not the church ladies. They were never nice to me again, and not long after that, the leaders of the church found a way to kick me out of it. I guess they never read the part in the Bible about the Lord working in mysterious ways."

"I got home that day, and guess what was on my bed? The damn ring. Of course, I was happy, but in the back of my mind, I was confused because I knew I put it on. My mom came home two hours later, and guess what she found? MY RING. I now had two identical rings. She found it in my classroom near my desk. I still have both rings but refuse to wear them."

"The laundry room had a door to the garage, and the other side was open into the kitchen, which was carpeted. The laundry room floor had linoleum tile, and there was a small metal strip that separated the floor of the laundry room from the carpeted kitchen floor. The water filled the floor of the laundry room right up to the top of the metal strip, which worked as a dam. I had started to bleed and had to hop out, hoping I wouldn't step on any broken glass invisible in the water. I never felt a thing until my roommate drove me to the emergency room, and they gave me a shot right in the open gash on my foot so they could stitch me up.

Here's the weird part: After about an hour at the hospital, I went home worrying about the mess I had to clean up. This thin metal strip certainly wouldn't keep five gallons of water from seeping into the carpet, and the whole rest of the house was one continuous carpet. I was worried it might all have to be replaced. But when we got home, the water was gone. Not one drop was on the floor. The baseboards were dry. 

I thought maybe it all ran under the garage door, but that hadn't happened. I tore up part of the kitchen carpet to see if the carpet pad soaked it all up since the carpet was dry, but the pad was dry, too. All the broken glass was still on the floor, undisturbed. Even if our other roommate had come home, which he hadn't, and cleaned up all the water, which he wouldn't, the glass shards wouldn't still be where they had fallen. But they were. 

The only thing I can think of is that it was the empty bottle I had dropped rather than the full one, but why would I have such a vivid memory of having all the water spill onto the floor? Why worry about water damage to the carpet all the time at the hospital? And would an empty bottle shatter like that if dropped on my soft foot, if I would have dropped it at all? I had a lot of experience changing water bottles, and I was completely sober. It was all very weird."

"Our parents had both died several years earlier. On my wife's mother's birthday, whilst we sat in the room watching TV, the mirror suddenly fell from the wall and landed on the mantelpiece, leaving a large dent in the shelf. We thought the rawlbolt had failed, but it was still perfectly solid in place. So surely, the hanger on the mirror must be broken off? No, it was still totally intact. There is no explanation for this, as the whole mirror would have to lift up around an inch to come off, and it was so top-heavy that it should have fallen to the floor and smashed. We always said that her mother must have done it on her birthday to get our attention. For clarity, no trains were passing, and they were too far away (a quarter of a mile) anyway to cause any vibrations that could've moved something so big. We can't explain this one at all."

"Here's another strange happening: My mom had a figurine of a little girl on a shelf by the front door. One morning, as I was leaving for school, I noticed she was facing the wall, so I turned her around. The next morning, she was facing the wall again, so I turned her around a second time. The next morning...the same thing. I asked my mom about it and thought she was messing with me. That night, I woke up at, like, 3:45 a.m. and went to the bathroom. I remembered the figurine and went to look at her. She was still facing out, so I went to bed. As I headed out to school that morning, she was facing the wall again. I experienced so many things in that house. My mom still lives there and says the occurrences have really slowed down over the years, but every now and then, something will happen to remind her that she's not alone."

"He fell asleep quickly, but I was a little insomniac even back then, so it took me a while to get sleepy. It was around 3 a.m., and I was almost asleep. I was lying facedown, and my brother had his back to me. And then it happened. It was a hot night, but I felt two icy hands on my shoulders, right on my skin.

One of my sisters always had cold hands, so I thought it was her waking me up for something. I didn't hear her come in, though. But a strange feeling came over me, the same one I'd had for years in the home, like I was being watched. Instinctively, I didn't move. My eyes opened wide; my heart started pounding. I only saw the bed, the floor, and the faint light coming below the door. I just laid there, trying to pretend I was sleeping. The icy hands were still on my shoulders. Then, I felt the hands pushing me up.

I forced myself down a little, like I was sleeping. The hands tried to lift me up again, a little more forcefully this time. I didn't budge. I forced myself down again and felt the hands softly retreating. For the next 10 minutes, I lay there, frozen, waiting to see if someone left the room. But the door never opened. I waited, feeling like someone was still there for a few minutes. After a while, it felt safe to look around. Aside from my brother, no one else was there.

I never felt the urge to turn around to see who it was or to flee. I didn't even wake my brother. I just sat there terrified, and my instinct told me to stay as quiet as I could. The next day, I asked who came into my room and tried to wake me. I wasn't very surprised when they all told me that no one had. It was the only paranormal experience I had to this day, and I am so curious about the subject. I'm also a very skeptical and scientific person, so I always find the physical, mundane explanation, even if it's a rare event. I never found an explanation for what happened to me that night, though."

"My bed at the time had a massive bookshelf-like headboard, so there were a ton of shelves, and the top of it basically reached my ceiling. One day, I got home from class and was feeling a little frisky, so I decided to have some one-on-one time. I had turned the statue thing toward the wall (so it was backward) a few months earlier just because I felt like it was weird to have it watching me all the time. TBH, I don't know why I didn't just get rid of it. As I was getting on with my business, the music started playing and the FIGURE STARTED TURNING AND STOPPED as it was facing forward/toward me! Needless to say, I was no longer in the mood, so I promptly threw that thing out. Someone definitely was not approving of my behavior in the spirit world."

"Now, our backyard dumped into dozens of undeveloped acres. The nearest neighbor's lights had to have been one or two miles away. Other than that, it was like standing in a dark closet when looking back there at night.

Immediately after I pulled the curtain open, I was face-to-face with a hooded figure. The hood was pointed — it looked like something a monk or wizard would wear. This entity had no face, but I knew this thing was looking at me. It was darker than my pitch-black backyard. We stared at each other for about 30 seconds, then this thing slid very slowly to the right and disappeared. 

I smashed my face against the glass to try to see where it went. When I couldn't, I jerked my pants on and ran out of the house and into the backyard. The boogeyman was gone. I don't know why I wasn't afraid, but I do believe this entity was demonic. It tried to shake me…but it didn't work."

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