Let's just tell stories that we personally know. Here's one I got from my mom from her history teacher in high school
>moves into house somewhere in Pennsylvania (not completely sure where but probably near Glenside PA as that is where my mom lived)
>house is nice, big property, probably used to be a farm
>there's a maypole on the edge of the yard for some reason
>every so often, would look out window and see people dancing around the maypole
>interesting to note that they were all colored people, no comment on the type of clothes they wore
>they would just appear and dance and then vanish when he tried to approach them
>this history teacher is a very rational man, would be very skeptical in these situations, but he cannot explain what is happening
>after many years living in house, he and wife move out
>come back to visit years later, just to see what has happened to house
>knock on door
>man in military clothing answers, looks high ranking
>he is apparently a general
>they talk to him for a while about the house, how he likes it and all
>eventually ask him if he has ever seen anything strange in the house
>he then says "I assume you mean the people dancing around the maypole"
>both talk about it, neither has any way of explaining what it is that is happening there, but same events have clearly happened
Don't know anything after that. Think it's interesting that both a history teacher and a general, people that you would assume are skeptical and rational, have no way of explaining this thing. I have one other story but it's not that good. I think my dad just told it to me when I was younger to creep me out or keep my imagination active or something, I don't really believe it.
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>>17699518
I'll get more
>>17699918
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My dad has worked in the medical field since his late 20s, he apparently used to see shadow people out of the corner of his eye in the building he worked in the longest. He has since become the office manager of a new facility that used to be a hospice, so a shitload of people have died there, and he's told me about seeing weird shit out of the corner of his eye again.
He's down-to-earth and doesn't believe in conspiracy bullshit or spoopy ghosts normally, so it gets my attention.
Anyone have a bigger version of OP's picture?
>be me
>maybe 6 or 7
>grandma lives with family, her room located in the back of the houes
>in her room watching cartoons on her TV while everyone else is in the living room
>sitting on her bed
>sees something in the corner of my eye
>some kid who looks to be about my age is peaking up from the side of the bed and swiftly swoops back down as soon as I turn my head
>mfw
>run like hell to the living room
>mom, dad, and grandma look throughout the room and find nobody there
I doubt there really was anything and that I was just seeing things from basically gluing my eyes to the TV for god knows how long, but that shit freaked me the hell out back then
>>17699956
here is one.
>>17700006
Much appreciated anon
hey guys i'm here now
>be me, about 4 or 5 years old
>asleep
>suddenly feel something touching my stomach
>a hand
>wake up immediately, still remember the weird feeling of the hand
>cold, thin and hard, like...
>nope the fuck out of there and sleep with my parents because im a pussy
Never got an answer about it. There were a few other times; the other two times it touched my butt, but the hand still felt the same.
>Grew up in an gorgeous old creepy house
>One night parents and younger brothers gone somewhere late, only older brother and I are home.
>Can circle through house when my room's door is open.
>Always leave it open when I go to bed cause just a little kid of 8 or 9.
>Scared at night, in the dark.
>Scared cause of our creepy old house.
>Lying in bed, can't sleep.
>Brother in next room, already asleep, can hear him snoring.
>Begin hearing shuffling noise in family room.
>Feel paralyzed with fear
>Shuffling moves into kitchen
>Mind racing trying to figure out what it could be.
>Shuffles on into living room
>Getting closer to my room, am now hearing a rasping sort of breathing sound too.
>The Shuffler moves into laundry room.
>Shitting myself at this point, it's one room away, brother still snoring, no animals in house, what the Hell am I about to see?
>Shuffling enters my room, heavy raspy breathing sound loud and clear.
>There's nothing visible
>It moves through my room into the short hall between my room and my brother's
>Now it's back in the family room making another round.
>I whisper shout my brother's name trying to wake him, no response
>Whatever this thing was makes several circles through the house before my parents come home and save me.
>Our family's consensus has been that our house is haunted for awhile now due to odd happenings and sightings
>Even so, they tell me this is just my imagination
>Except that it wasn't, cause I still remember it way too well, and still get goosebumps telling the story all these years later
>be me
>8 or 9 years old
>older brother on a trip with his school
>slept in his bed this night
>wasn't asleep yet hearing randomly a knocking sound from the window
>im panicking dont know how someone got on the balcony
>still hearing knocking voice being scared af
>thinking if i should run out of the room the stairs down to my parents or if i should stay and pretend to sleep
>pretended to sleep
thats it thats my story i dont know who the hell it could be and i really know that it was a real knocking from a real person i heard it multiple times but i was just to scared to do anything there!
>about 14-15 years old
>live in a disconnected area with a lake next to a state forest and a road stretching around it
>road is good for exercise because its one mile long with small hills and shit
>decided to go biking to get some exercise
>road usually touches thick forest and i never really mind
>get to a large hill that is a bitch to go up in a bike
>give up, get off and start walking up hill
>heard some leaves crunching to my side
>i only get a glimpse but its fucking huge, at least 7 feet tall, and was all black
>fucker ran towards me
>fucking 180d my bike and almost hit mach 5 going downhill
>"that fucking thing was NOT a bear" i said to myself biking home
>i never looked behind me until i got home
>i ran inside and almost cried on my moms shoulder
>never went back into the forest not even a little bit
to this day, i still don't know what the fuck it was, but it sure as hell was not a god damn black bear
lake picture added
I've told it a few times. The creepiest thing to ever happen to me.
>Be me
>Dreaming I'm looking up at a big castle
>It's dark out, the sky is a purple hue
>After closer examination of the giant castle, something seems a bit off
>The castle is made of cages stacked on top of each other
>There is something moving in each one
>Go inside the castle
>Go up to one cage, a mandrill baboon is inside
>In an awful human voice, he's begging me to kill him
>Dream shifts to me in my hallway
>The baboon fucker is standing upright, probably seven feet tall, and walking towards me
>I wake up
>Sleep paralysis
>The baboon is in my room, leaning over me with his arms stretched out
It was horrifying. I was covered in sweat, head to toe.
Pic related.
>>17699518
>colored people
You mean like color wheel color? Because even if you're looking at facial features (jokes write themselves), a ghosts ethnicity would be hard to tell.
>>17700176
Black bears are tiny and do not chase people, (they're pussies,) so you're definitely right about that
Alright dudes, never been on /x/ before, my first post
>be me, 4 or 5
>parents bought old creamery in Brownton, Minnesota
>building is from 1800s, long history
>planning on turning into a restaurant but the place was trashed and crazy shit kept happening preventing us from this goal
>top floor is sort of living quarters
>four bedrooms, couple bathrooms, empty husk of an elevator shaft
>often hear voices, laughter, shit would move
>full apparitions walking around
>at least one man and one woman
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>ground floor has more rooms, more voices, more spirits
Nothing spectacular on that floor though, just shadow people. Nothing spectacular, that is, when compared to the upper floor..or the basement
The basement was...indescribable
>heavy
>no natter how powerful of a flashlight, the darkness devoured the light
>things would touch you
>things would push you down the stairs
>things would steal your shit and move it across the room
And then there was the room under the basement stairs.
>ground is ripped open, three foot pit
>child's blanket wrapped around something in the bottom
>nobody ever unwrapped it
>scratches would appear on your back
>things would try to push you into that pit
>the air was easily fifteen degrees cooler than even the rest of the basement
>maniacal chuckles
>hair pulling
>the works
My grandfather is a 6'4" three-hundred pound man and he would NEVER go into that basement.
I went back there a couple years ago to see if it was as bad as I remembered...it was. Jesus, it was.
>On that return trip, saw the woman again
>looked me in the eyes, walked into the empty elevator shaft, poof
>handprints in the accumulated dust
>nobody had been there since us in 2002 or whatever
>the tools we had left neatly on shelves in the basement were scattered across the floor
I repeat. Nobody had been inside since the last time we were.
Never been back since. Sold the building. The shadow people now rule unhindered.
>>17700625
So what you're saying is you live in, Browntown?
>>17700670
Not since I was six or so, no.
Also
>kek browntown
>>17700207
What the actual fuck Anon, I've literally experienced that exact dream you just described, minus the bit about sleep paralysis
It was fucking intense
>Be me
>At best bud's house playing Hearthstone
>Downstairs on computer
>Have full view of his orange cat staring out the sliding glass door
>Stomping noobs with Malygos Miracle
>Suddenly, cat's hair stands on end and he books it mach 5 past us, and up the stairs
>"Did you see that man? I wonder what spooked him."
>We get up and check out the sliding glass door, expecting to see a raccoon or possum
>Actually see a grapefruit sized golden orb bouncing in arcs back and forth across the whole yard.
Each arc covered the entire length of his yard, which is maybe a 20' fenced in area.
>Orb is moving incredibly fast, completing about 4 arcs in less than a second before abruptly disappearing.
>We both saw it
Him and I have also seen a shadow person there, and one person reported seeing a "demon" pressed up against a window on several occasions. I'm getting bad chills just typing this out.
>walls of greentext
CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT
>>17700488
I don't know man but they knew the ghosts were black. Maybe they weren't really super ghostly. The way it's described, it seems as though he always thought they were actual people. He doesn't say "there were ghosts dancing around the maypole" he says "there were people dancing around the maypole" but these people happened to disappear if you tried approaching them
Sorry kinda ended up long and uneventful. I never told it before and feel like contributing.
Bear with me, not being a native speaker.
>be me 16 or 17
>in progress of moving out a 2 story house to mom's new bf with her
>house is old af and nearly empty by now
>have to stay two weeks longer due to a stage play I'm part of
>house all for myself, fuck yes
>didn't live long there, maybe half a year
>sometimes hear breathing at night
>the kind of heavy breathing of a sick person
>shrug it off as it never gave me a negative feeling (you know it never gave you the chills but more of a "protective" vibe)
>one day in lower floor's bathroom brushing teeth
>take note I had a cat back then
>big fat black cat
>also a bit stupid but lovely
>corridors with the stairs combining both floors completely empty by now
>bathroom right next to corridor but it's not visible from the bathroom
>stairs are like pic related
>brush teeth
>loud noise and shaking
>wtf cat did you seriously just fall down the fucking stairs?
>sounded and felt exactly like something around his weight fell down
>worried for fat cat, run outside
>hall empty
>climb stairs
>empty. Like there wasn't anything even lying around anymore
>go back down, maybe fat cat ran into the living room without me noticing
>pretty impossible but cats are illogical
>no fat cat anywhere
>remember fat cat left the house earlier
>OK whatever continue getting ready to leave
>in bathroom again for like 2min
>again the exact same rumbling and shaking
>to the fucking t
>paranoia rising, grab knife and check top level completely
>yeah imma stab a ghost
>still fucking empty
>leave house like ho that ass on fire
>tell grandmother later the day
>she knows the house from back ehrn she was a child
>back than old, sick man lived there
>nice guy with lung desease he finally died from
>remember the breathing I kept hearing
