Meatspin

I grew up in the a house from around the 1900s. I swear i woke up in the middle of the night and and looked down the stairs and saw a couple in older period dress standing at the foot of the stairs.

I also remember being terrified of the cellar door which I would feel a distinct force whenever I went to close and lock it.

Both of these things I know weren’t dreams because I remember them vividly even today when dreams usually fade

My Arch system did not boot - again! Something weird is going on.

You don’t believe in the supernatural but people claiming it exists are not lying? These are contradictory ideas.

I was walking around a computer centre, comparing prices of games. There was one store with a really low price, so I marked down the name and kept comparing.

After all the comparisons, that store was still the lowest, so I was planning to head back to it. I walked through the entire centre 3 times and couldn’t find it.

I asked the staff at the information counter. She said, “this store you’re looking for doesn’t exist”.

I have a few explanations for this. If you don’t want to ruin the fun, don’t read the following.

1. !The store was so small that I walked past it multiple times without noticing.!<

2. !I actually got the name wrong, so the staff said it doesn’t exist.!<

3. !The staff was getting minimum pay and had no responsibility to guide me correctly.!<

I was watching a man walk down the street when suddenly he turned into a drug store.

Be 9. I woke up to the crash of breaking glass from the direction of the kitchen. Heart racing, listening as hard as I could for someone breaking in. I hear men’s dress shoe footsteps, slow and methodical. They’re coming closer to the hallway to the bedrooms. The hallway light turns on. Someone jiggles my parents’ locked bedroom doorknob. The light turns off, the steps walk slowly back towards the kitchen. Silence.

I woke up the next morning to find out the cat knocked my toy off the kitchen table and the pieces scattered all over the floor. No sign of entry; apparently my mind fabricated the lights and sounds that I knew were real.

When I was about 15 I woke up at about 4am, super distressed, and I knew someone had died. I didn’t want to go look so I just hoped it wasn’t my mother or father, shamefully I thought it would be better if it was a grandparent. There was a lot of going over possibilities and mental bargaining.

Eventually I calmed down and realised it was irrational and finally got back to sleep, the following day I found out it was a close friend of my mother’s. She’d killed herself. I don’t understand what happened, I don’t really believe in the supernatural but it was very strange.

The house I grew up in was definitely cursed. Nobody had ever died there as far as I know but when they built this house in the late seventies weird things started happening.

This is not a joke, they built the house they got it 75% completed and a tornado came through and tore it down.

So the builders got the insurance money and rebuilt it. And mysteriously it burned to the ground one day when it was 80% completed.

So the insurance people got the money and built it again and finished the house and a tornado came back through and tore it to the ground again.

And they got the insurance money for the third time and built the house for the fourth time and for the fourth time it stayed up.

My mom was not the first owner of the house she was the second owner, she had bought it after it was 10 years old or so.

A few years later my sister reported waking up seeing a brown haired woman all in white holding her feet down to the bed and just crying and crying and crying.

As far as me, the only thing that I ever noticed was one day I was in the basement doing laundry and I noticed a full grown man wearing a hat and a full fucking trench coat walk around behind the air conditioning unit and I freaked the fuck out ran after them yelling, “what the hell are you doing oh my fucking god” and they just dis a fucking peared.

But aside from these relatively innocuous weird events nothing really crazy or bad ever happened and it was just a sad but normal home to grow up in.

I’ve never had one, but I wish I would. Whole lot of dead relatives I want to hear from again, and yet…

A friend and I were walking home at night alongside a forest. When in the trees we both spot a lady in a white nightgown just standing there looking toward the road.

It was an urban legend in our community that the white lady would frequent the woods and steal kids. So we were properly freaked out and ran home as fast as humanly possible.

It’s not quite paranormal, but it was at least back then when I was a child very scary for me:

When I was a catholic 9 years old boy lying in my bed and thinking about what the priest has been talking about in church the other day I didn’t feel anxious about the idea of being in hell and burning there but instead a different part of the threat frightened me much more, staying there for eternity.

I was so afraid of the thought of an eternity that not even the prospect of spending eternity in heaven was anything I could look forward too, it didn’t seem really much better then a eternity in hell, and actually still doesn’t.

I don’t really remember it at the time, but recall stories from my family.

We were staying in a château in France. It was me, my brother, my mom and dad, my auntie and my grandparents.

The château was basically like a small old dilapidated mansion with central heating and a couple rugs here and there to keep it livable. Pretty cool experience at the time :D

Got a couple stories. Bit mild but still spooky to think about.

One from my aunt. She was staying in a bedroom that had a framed painting of a child at the foot of her bed and a desk with a chair in the corner. Apparently, she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure of a child sitting in the desk chair. When she tried turning a bedside lamp on, I think right as she reached for it, she saw the figure turn around, but when the light was on it wasn’t in the room. She kept the bedside lamp on for the rest of the nights we stayed there, understandably >~<

Another one from my mother. needs some context, me and my brother were young enough at the time that we still needed help going to the toilet and stuff. According to my mother, she was helping my brother go to the toilet and waiting outside of the bathroom in the middle of the night, then heard footsteps behind her running across the hall. She turned around and saw a small figure, thought it was me and didn’t think anything of it. But when she got back to my and my brother’s room, I was completely asleep. I never got up in the nights we stayed there from what I remember. Maybe it was me sleepwalking or something. or maybe related to the thing with my aunt.

scary stuff to think about, but pretty mild stuff overall :D

Could you share your experiences?

One time I was on a road trip with some friends. One of my friend’s grandparents owned a small farm in northern Iowa. We stopped there for the night to take a break and rest up. At one point in the night I heard a spooky howling sound that woke me up. I looked out the window and the sky was glowing green and had a magical spookiness about it. I went outside to stare at it and came to the realization that the howling was wind moving between the grain silos and the sky was green because of solar wind interacting with the Earth’s magnetosphere. But there was a moment when I thought I was on a haunted farm