Amanda Sedlak-Hevener

It’s been said that kids are more open to the supernatural, perhaps because their minds haven’t been closed off to the possibilities that ghosts really exist. That makes these Reddit stories about childhood hauntings even creepier. The real stories listed here include ghosts encountered by kids of all ages. You might want to read them with the lights on.

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• A Phantom Sleeping in His Brother’s Bed

From mikecarroll360:

When I was 12, my little brother Rogan was six. I had another brother and sister that were at friend’s houses for the night, and my dad was on business in Sweden for a week. So it was just me, my mom, and Rogan that night, I guess. I didn’t talk to anyone but my mom that night, and that was only to get a snack, because I sat in my room playing video games. So around 10 pm, I walked out of my room to get another snack, and passed Rogan’s room with its door open. I looked in for a second to see him sleeping. Only he was sleeping facing the wall, breathing heavy, sweating and skin eggshell white. I ran downstairs to get my mom and tell her that Rogan might be having a seizure. She told me he was at his friends Ryan’s house! I said someone was in Rogan’s bed. She didn’t believe me so I walked upstairs with her to see the bed and sheets covered in fresh sweat and messed up with no one in it. My mom called Ryan’s house and Rogan was put on the phone. My mom said goodnight and she went back to bed. I didn’t sleep that night and just continued to play video games.

• A Ghostly Old Woman Peeks Into the Room

From PM-ME-YOUR-POEM:

Laying in bed one night, it’s pitch black apart from the light creeping under the door from the landing. My mum was actually with me in the same room, as we had just moved in and she was sleeping on the floor.

I look up and the door slowly creeks open and an oldish woman peers around the door, looks at me, and goes away.

I just thought I was having a nightmare, so I turned around really fast, and went under the covers, hoping I would wake up.

Then I will never forget my mum whispering to me “Did you just see someone peer round the door?” Safe to say we didn’t sleep a wink that night.”

• Daughter Gets Visit from Great-Grandparents

Ryliesmama tells this story:

When my daughter was an infant we of course had baby monitors. One night, really late, we heard two people on the monitor talking… a man and a woman. They were talking about how peaceful she looked… we both went running to her room and she was laying there peacefully sleeping, with no one in the room. My husband swore it sounded just like his dead grandparents.

• Attacked by Shadow People

Reddit user PsychedelicGoat42 says:

In high school, I used to hang out with my friend “John” almost every day. When we first began hanging out at this house, I would sometimes hear disembodied footsteps, but very often I would see what looked like the shadow of a person out of the corner of my eye, only to have it disappear moments later. After a month or so, I finally mentioned this to my friend and he got mad – he demanded to know who had told me he saw “shadow people” and begged me not to joke around with him about it. I assured him I was serious. Soon, we would hear laughter when no one else was home, doors would close by themselves, and the TV would turn itself on and off.

One day, after these experiences had grown more intense and more frequent, I mentioned to my friend blessing the house. Right as I said this, a box sitting on a nearby counter flew right towards me. It sounds unbelievable, but it was the single most terrifying experience of my life. My friend and I got holy water and sprinkled it around the house while saying a prayer and never experienced anything in the house again. Months later, my friend came to stay at my lake house with me for a weekend. At one point in the night we both thought we saw a “shadow person” but decided to pass it off as nothing.

Later that night, we woke up to what sounded like voices coming from the living room. He went to investigate, thinking someone might have broken in, and I stayed put. A few moments later I heard the sound of someone thundering down the hallway, and ran out to see why my friend was running -but he wasn’t in the house. My friend was outside on the porch, and came inside saying that he had heard a loud noise from the house, too, and thought it had been me.

Nothing else happened for the rest of the weekend, but the next time I went to the house, after it had set empty for a week, a picture frame with my photo in it had been ripped off the wall and thrown down the hall, and the pillows from my couch were stacked one on top of the other, in the very middle of the couch.

I’ve since stopped hanging out with “John,” and I’ve never experienced anything of this sort again.

• A Phantom Woman Sings in the Night

From Mrhegel:

When I was younger, I used to think I was having dreams of an old woman in a blue dress and cat-eye glasses sitting at the end of my bed singing to me. She’d always sing the same song and then leave. One night I followed her into my brother’s room (he is younger than me and was around 5) and instead of singing to him, he woke up and they began talking. After like 20 minutes, my mother came in and asked what we were doing. My brother said “I’m just talking to the lady in the blue dress.” She made us go back to bed. I woke up still thinking it was a dream. My mom told me the next morning that she didn’t want me sneaking out of bed anymore in the middle of the night to play with my brother. I asked her what she was talking about, and she gave me her version of what she saw the night before.

To this day I believe that was real, and that every night the old woman would sing to me. I get goose-bumps just thinking about it. She stopped singing to me soon after that, though people in my family still caught my brother speaking to nothing on numerous occasions.

A while later, an aunt came to visit from down south and refused to come in to our house after seeing an old woman in cat-eye glasses standing in the upstairs window. She came in asking who was upstairs, then freaked out when my mother told her no one and let her search the house.

• The Feel of Disembodied Hands in Church

YOUSHOUTEDTHIS says:

My family was very religious when I was growing up. One time, we were in church and they’d asked a few members to go to the front so they could pray for someone specific. (They were led to a small wooden railing, like a church pew with no seat.) My aunt had gone to the front and brought 5-year-old me with her. We closed our eyes and started singing and lifted our hands in prayer (Pentecostal) and after about a minute, I felt someone’s hands touch mine, like flat against mine. I swayed my hands slowly from side to side as I’d seen the adults do, and the person touching my hands followed along as normal. I thought it was the pastor’s wife, who liked me and in general really liked all the children of the church. I was so happy she’d chosen to pray with me that after a few minutes, I decided to break prayer protocol and open my eyes to smile at her, but quickly realized it wasn’t her. It wasn’t anyone. I looked from side to side to see if maybe the person had moved on to pray with someone else, but everyone else was doing their own thing. There was no one else there, but I distinctly felt someone’s hands touching mine. I know I wasn’t mistaken, I mean, you would be able to tell if someone placed their hand on yours, right? I don’t know if this qualifies as creepy, but for me it’s still unexplained.

• Staring Red Eyes and a Spooked Dog

baronjohnson tells this story:

I woke up in the middle of the night and I looked in the corner of my room and saw a hooded figure next to my dresser. At first I thought it was just some clothes hanging off my dresser, but then it turned and I saw red eyes staring at me. I immediately jumped out of bed and turned on the lights. There were no clothes hanging off my dresser. I would have just brushed it off as a bad dream, but then I saw my dog staring at the corner. I was outside of the room and I kept calling for her to come out, but she would not stop staring where I had seen the hooded figure. She did not react at all to me calling her, and so I finally just went back in my room and yanked her off the bed. I slept in the living room the rest of the night, and my dog slept in my parents’ room for the rest of her life.

• A Ghostly Woman in a Skirt in an Old House

From a Reddit user:

Part of my dad’s job when I was younger was to go around a very old house that was falling apart, and check on these dowel things in the walls every 6 weeks. He basically replaced them and packaged the ones we took out, and sent them away to find out how the building was drying out after years of rain leaking in. This was a listed building and the company wanted to bring the house back to its former glory, but as far as I’m aware since my dad stopped working for them, it’s back in complete disrepair.

I would go along with him on a Sunday morning to do the changes of these dowels, since I loved being down there and have always been interested in history. So, off we went one morning and turned on the generator and my dad got to work, I’d normally wander around playing Indiana Jones by myself, since this was a huge manor house. It was a construction site, but I was old enough to appreciate the rules and knew not to go near any holes or find a way to fall through the floor.

So, my dad is busy getting to work on the first dowels when I’m playing upstairs in one room I always liked because it was a child’s room. I had claimed it as my own play space whenever I visited. I played for about 5 minutes when I felt someone was watching me, and I turned around to see what looked like a long skirt follow someone along the hallway. I sneaked out and tried to see who was there, and saw the back of a lady walk into another room wearing a floor length skirt. I tried to follow her, but when I went into the room literally 2 seconds after there was no one there. I called my dad and we checked every room in he house, but no one was there. The only way to exit would have been to walk past us, so I have no idea what I saw.

• The Haunted House Near Two Cemeteries

Reddit user Sassicide says:

Not sure if this qualifies as childhood, since I was in my teens, but here goes:

My mom was married to my father (a minister) for a long time, and when she left him, she left behind all the traditions they had out of spite. One of these traditions was “blessing” a house before entering it. Well, needless to say, the new house she and I had moved into after their split was in need of a blessing.

It was located between a Civil War-era cemetery and a more modern one. I don’t know if it had anything to do with what was happening with the house.

The first day we were there, the stove had turned on by itself, and shattered a glass pan that we had sitting on one of the burners. We brushed it off. From then on things escalated. The radio would turn on and off, box fans would mysteriously turn on full blast, and my dog would end up barking at the corners with more ferocity that I’d ever seen her use. My mom got locked in the bathroom once when she was home alone and had to wait for me to come home from school to let her out. Thankfully it was only an hour or so. I saw our “visitor” once or twice and took to calling him “Sam”.

To this day I can’t explain what exactly was going on in that house, but I’m very glad that I’m out of it.

• Visit from Grandpa and Some Bent Keys

From samirbrokeit:

I never met my maternal grandfather, as he died before I was born at a relatively young age, around 50 or so. He had died of a heart attack. He was too drunk to acknowledge he should have gone to the hospital at the time and instead sat in a chair in his living room, with his house keys in his hand – and he squeezed them so hard that they were all bent when they found him the next morning. My mum described that night feeling his “presence” over her with his keys in his hand.

Many years later, when I was about six, my mother told me about my grandfather for the first time and showed me some photos of him. She told me the next morning that I claimed he’d visited me the previous night, and handed me a set of bent house keys to play with. There’s no way I could have known that detail – and I maintained this for many years until I was too old to recall it, and she told me the story.

• The Entity in the Basement

From another Reddit user:

When I was 4 or 5 (I’m 28 now), my older brother and I were rough-housing in the basement. I remember this very distinctly, because I still can’t explain what happened. It was just my brother and I in the house (mom went grocery shopping). We were in the basement, when all of a sudden a closet door just swung open. We both stopped and stared at the closet when a dark/black entity floated out of the closet towards us. My brother took off upstairs and left me by myself, and I remember just staring at this black mass. I had no idea what it was. I blacked out and when I came to, I was crying on the stairwell with my mom asking me what was going on… I was crying, saying, “There is a ghost downstairs.” She didn’t believe my brother and me. To this day, my brother and I swear a dark entity/ghost floated out of that closet.

The weird thing is, my brother slept downstairs in one of the rooms, and at night he claims he could hear someone walking around outside his room. One time his friend stayed over and slept on the floor, and his friend claimed there was something staring at him from underneath the bed.

A cousin of mine stayed over one night and claimed he saw a black/dark mass roam from room to room in the basement. He got up to check it out and found nothing in the rooms, so he sat down in the rumpus room (where my brother and I were rough-housing), when he claimed he saw a dark mass staring at him at the end of the hallway. He ran upstairs.

We all sat down and talked about these experiences, and came to the conclusion that someone was possibly murdered because the house had a really big crawl space. The crawl space entrance was located in the closet that the entity came from. No idea how to explain it, so we decided on someone being murdered.

• Creepy Intruders That Vanished Into Thin Air

From Expl0siveAmnesia:

I was about 12 at the time, babysitting my little sister who was around 8. My parents were out for the evening, at the church setting up for some event, as I recall. I remember it was around 8-9 at night, plenty dark out. My sister and I were playing in the unfinished part of the basement, and in the Midwest, that meant this part of the basement was mostly underground with just the storm windows at ground level. This is when things got weird. I heard the garage door upstairs open, and two distinct pairs of footsteps walk into the house. They did not belong to my parents. Being familiar with not only the sound of my parents, but also the sounds of the floorboards creaking above our heads, I knew people were in the house. I quickly shushed my sister, looking up, trying to figure out what to do. The closest phone was upstairs, where the footsteps were. I knew better than to call out. Two small girls home alone… my only concern was getting my sister out safely. As the footsteps tread back and forth, I assumed they were turning out the lights we had left on upstairs. I could heard two men’s voices, not enough to make out words, but I distinctly heard two men. As soon as my sister saw I was panicked, she began to freak out, crying and what-not. The footsteps immediately stopped. I slapped my hand around my sister’s mouth and picked her up under one arm and ran up and out of the unfinished part of the basement. To get to the bottom-level sliding glass door, we had to pass the stairs that led from the upper level (where the men were) to the basement (where we were). After a moment of silence, I heard booming footsteps. I could only assume they heard my sister and were headed towards us. Running with every bit of “I’m gonna die” adrenaline. I heard the thundering sounds of them coming down the stairs behind us. As I got to the sliding glass door, I threw it open, shoved my sister out and screamed for her to run for help. I tripped out soon after her. I could feel them right behind me. I had CLEARLY heard them practically falling down the stairs… huge booming footsteps. I fully expected to get grabbed. My sister, now screaming bloody murder had attracted the attention of our neighbors. I turned around to see….no one. They were right behind me. I heard them. I knew they were there. I had no idea where they could have gone.

Needless to say, the cops were called, and my parents rushed home. There were no signs of entry at all. All of the upstairs doors were locked. The garage door was shut. There was nothing missing, nothing out of place. I still have no idea what happened that day. It was definitely one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.

• Haunted by a Monk

brownelld shares this story:

So this is more of a collection of stories, and I haven’t told them in a while because even thinking about it freaks me out, not to mention makes me question my own sanity. Anyways, here goes…

To preface, when I was entering 5th grade, my dad’s company gave him an opportunity to transfer to an overseas job in Florence, Italy. My parents obviously jumped at the chance, and we lived over there for 3 years, which was an awesome experience for the most part. The first few months we lived in an apartment across from Santo Spirito Cathedral, and then moved out to a small town in Tuscany called Impruneta, where my father’s company basically paid for us to live in this awesome Italian villa, I mean 7 bedrooms, 5 baths… it was the biggest house I’d ever seen. We started speaking to the farmer who works the olive orchards around the house, and who knows the family who has owned it for centuries, and find out that the oldest part of the house was a 500-year-old hunting lodge owned by the Pitti family, and then the rest of the villa was built around it in the late 1700s. Since we were renting it, it came furnished with all sorts of cool old furniture, art, etc. My father, in a conversation with the neighbors, heard from them some anecdotal stories about the “monk ghost” who haunted the house, guarding the Pitti’s forgotten treasure, and he told my mom, but they didn’t tell me sister and me because they didn’t think it was a true story, and they didn’t want to freak us out.

The first thing I remember being weird about the villa, was that I was never comfortable being there alone. I’ve been a very solitary person my entire life, and I usually enjoy time by myself.

However, I can remember right from the start that any time my parents would leave me alone there, I would feel like I was being watched and/or there was another presence in the house. I spent months convincing myself it was just nerves, that I wasn’t used to living there, or that the huge size of the house was what was freaking me out. Then I noticed that our cats (we had 1 house cat when we moved in, but we also adopted the 4-5 cats that roamed the property, and some of them moved into the house) would act strange sometimes, staring at empty spaces, running up to a spot like they would a person, when there was nothing there, but it seemed like I only noticed them doing it when I was there alone. By the end of our first year in the house, I was terrified of being left alone (my parents thought I was crazy), and whenever I was there by myself, which was rarely, I would lock myself in my bedroom with one or more cats, who I thought could protect me. (I don’t know how, or why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time).

At the same time, I started noticing noises at night, scrapings, clawings, that sort of stuff, but when I would freak out, my dad would come in and remind me that the house was hundreds of years old, and there were probably mice, bats, and other critters above my room making the noises. It made sense to me, but I can’t even begin to recount how many nights I got woken up by these strange noises that seemed too loud or persistent to be a mouse. I started to occasionally hear random doors shutting, those sorts of things, but by this point I just kept it to myself, because my parents were already thinking I was crazy.

After about a year, our relatives started to fly over from the States to come visit us. They basically got a vacation in Tuscany for the price of a plane ticket, so we had guests at least once a month, if not more. The first major incident I remember was when my aunt and uncle and two cousins came and visited, and stayed in the apartments that were originally the second floor of the hunting lodge. I’ll mention briefly that it seemed like a majority of the incidents/noises/etc. seemed to all originate from the oldest part of the house, which was the 3 floors of the original hunting lodge, the root cellar below it. There were two adjoining bedrooms, with a bathroom opening onto the front bedroom. My aunt and uncle slept in this front bedroom; my cousins in the back. To make a long story short, my cousin Casey woke up at like 5 in the morning, walked into the bathroom half-asleep, and saw a man standing in there, so he turned around and sat on the chair outside the bathroom door. He had been sitting there for a couple minutes when my aunt sat up and asked him what he was doing, and he told her “waiting for dad to get out of the bathroom,” To which she replied, “Dad is still in bed, right here,” and he was. Needless to say, by the time breakfast came around, we had all heard the story, and it was at this point that my father finally made mention of the ghost stories he heard from the neighbor, and that supposedly this was the reason the villa had been empty for a few years until we started renting it. Apparently, the last people to live there had been freaked out. I pretty much flipped out on all of them, because I felt like everything I had experienced finally made sense, and they had been making me feel insane by passing off my experiences as something I made up in my head.

After it was out in the open in my family, we all started noticing how frequently weird things happened in that house, and I’ll just list a few examples:

My sister had a slumber party for her birthday with 5-6 girls, and my mom sat out in the stairwell around midnight for a bit to make sure they all went to bed. She started hearing furniture being dragged around, and went down to see what the girls were up to, but they were all talking, and no furniture was moved. A week later, my parents had the owners come out and open up the 3rd floor of the hunting lodge, which were 2 rooms they kept locked up as storage, and inside there were several large wardrobes, dressers, and other pieces of furniture that had been dragged around at random (you could see the trails through the dust where they had moved), anywhere from a few inches to several feet. The owners got mad at us, thinking that my sister or I had managed to break in and mess with their stuff, but the door was locked, and my dad pointed out that there were no footprints. The owners freaked out, made a bunch of hurried excuses and dismissive gestures, and left pretty fast.

• The Ghost Tried to Get in the Door

From arialist:

I wasn’t allowed to lock my door as a kid. I was about 7 years old, and one Saturday morning, I had woken up at 7 or 8 am (I didn’t know the beauty of sleep then), and had found that my mom had locked her bedroom door when I tried to go in and wake her. Childishly I decided to go ahead and lock my door too, and then figured I’d let myself enjoy a computer game until my mom woke up. I was actually in the middle of fighting Captain Hook when I realized that this weird, metallic clicking noise wasn’t actually coming from my game.

With the way my room was laid out, my back was facing the door while sitting at the desk, but I had a clear view behind me if I glanced at the mirror that hung over my dresser to my right. The door knob was turning- slowly, but non-stop, almost as if someone were trying to sneak in as quietly as possible, but was starting to get impatient or agitated. I remember blinking a few times before asking “Mom?” and as soon as I spoke it stopped.

Now by this time as a kid, I’d heard plenty of scary stories and even stories about supernatural happenings that had occurred around me as a baby, so I was a little concerned, but being a pretty sensible kid, I figured I had to at least double-check and make sure it wasn’t my mom pulling a prank.

I opened the door and the hallway was completely empty. I tried calling for my mom again, trying not to panic and hoping she was just elsewhere in the apartment and – nothing. Just the soft sound of birds and the occasional rumble from a car outside. With a last bit of a hope I went to my mom’s door and pressed my ear to the wood, hoping I’d hear her talking at least, or moving around, but instead all I heard were soft snores. It definitely wasn’t her.

I remember then the hallway went frigid, like a 20 drop degree in the space of less than a minute. My brain went into automatic mode and I took off running down the hall, headed straight for my Yorkshire Terrier’s crate. I scooped her up and ran back down the hall to my room, where I shut and locked the door immediately. Our dog was still pretty young and so she didn’t mind much being carried or how I sat her firmly in my lap, watching the door apprehensively. I kept waiting for something else to happen, but finally after about 5-10 minutes, I turned around and went back to my computer game, trying to forget the whole thing. I’d finally settled back into the game when I heard it again, except this time it wasn’t soft or sneaky. As I turned to look at the mirror my Yorkie growled sharply from my lap, and I saw the doorknob twisting violently. The door starting to bang, and my dog snarled and jumped off, running for the door with her hackles fully raised and clawing at the door. I didn’t know what to do, so I did all I could think of: I closed my eyes and prayed. It’s funny in retrospect, because even back then I wasn’t religious at all (despite being raised in a Catholic family and being forced to do a First Communion), but it was the only thing I could think of to do, and so I did, mumbling and stuttering through it until my Yorkie’s growls and barks finally stopped and the rattling disappeared completely.

I think I stood there for a full 10 seconds before I started screaming my head off, waking up my mom and getting in trouble for making a ruckus, but I sure was glad to hear her voice after all of that. I’m still not sure what happened. It wasn’t the only weird/scary thing to happen in that apartment to me. But I can remember every detail, even to this day.

• Sleeping Spirit in the Bed

From Reddit user LittlePrettyThings:

So, both my parents tend to snore quite heavily when they sleep, and sometimes one will be loud enough to drive the other out of the room to sleep somewhere else for the night. So every now and then, one of my parents would come crash in my room or my sibling’s room on the spare bed, or on the other side of the double bed. One night I woke up in the middle of the night, and saw there was someone sleeping in the bed next to me. I assumed it was my dad (it sort of looked like him, and it was dark), and that he had trouble sleeping in his own bed, so I just figured no big deal, its quite comforting to have a parent around anyway, so I turned around and went back to bed. The next day, just randomly in conversation I mentioned something to the effect of “So mom must have been snoring quite heavily last night, ey?” My parents both just kind of looked at me like, “what?”

Me: “Isn’t that why you crashed in my room?”

Dad: “No, I was asleep in our room all night…”

I asked siblings, etc. No one had gotten up throughout the night or anything. Who did I see?

• A Haunting Whistling and a Man in Black

This comes from Tokaiguy:

A few things as a kid:

In the first house I lived in, my parents and I were sitting at the table eating dinner when suddenly we heard this whistling sound. Not like the wind whistling through a door, but a full-on song. I was about 5 at the time and remember pretending I was the one singing so that my parents wouldn’t be concerned. My mom immediately told me to stop pretending and said it was probably the TV downstairs. After dinner I went downstairs to check and all of the lights, TV, everything was off. I don’t claim the house was haunted or anything, but it’s something I remember vividly and have never been able to explain.

When I was about 10, we moved into a new house, and my younger sister for years would talk about the man in black that she would see around the house. No one took her seriously, but 20 years later she still swears she saw him, although she doesn’t anymore. I never saw anything like that, but can remember hearing cupboards open or drawers shutting while home alone late at night. Recently my dad woke up at 3 am to find his TV on full blast and his phone screen had been smashed during the night.

Lastly, when I was in kindergarten, I used to have recurring dreams about this black figure with red eyes following me. My dreams were relatively normal, but always in the background this figure was stalking me. Eventually after a few weeks of this, in one of my dreams my grandfather confronted the figure and told me everything would be okay. The figure left and I never dreamed of it again. I mostly chalk that up to being a kid but still kind of interesting to me, especially considering how vividly I can remember that last dream.

• The Apparition Crawled on the Floor

From flyingkneebar:

When I was a kid, I lived in these apartments that were pretty normal, and didn’t seem like they would have a history of anything odd or unusual. After a few nights of living there, I would hear the sound of something dragging on the floor. I didn’t think much of it, since it was an apartment that had super thin walls. One night, the dragging sound was loud like if it were in my hallway, so I took a peek out and noticed something that looked like a man army-crawling on the floor. It wasn’t clear, since the lights were off and the only light I had was coming from outside through the windows. My immediate reaction was to close the door, which I did, and waited in my room until I my parents woke up. As soon as they did, I tried explaining to them that I saw a man crawling on the floor and they immediately dismissed it as a “bad dream.” After that night, I never heard dragging sounds or saw the crawling man again. Fast forward a few years later when we were finally moving out. I returned the keys to the manager and asked who used to live in the apartment before us. The manager stated that a paraplegic gentleman used to live in there and passed away a year before we moved in.

• Meeting a Spirit at St. Augustine

This creepy story comes from jo_jawz23:

So, I used to live in Florida, and was just a small car trip away from St. Augustine, which is one of the oldest cities in America. One day, my mom, brother, and I went on a nice little sight seeing trip there to visit a few places. One of those places happened to be the old lighthouse. When we walked in, there was a little room giving some history on the place, and as soon as I walked through the doorway, I just felt a heavy presence all around me as if pressure was being added to the room. Let’s just say that we decided not to check the room out. Next, we made our climb to the top. My mom is really afraid of heights, but she went up there anyway. When we got to the top, we were just looking at the view when all of a sudden some lady that looked like she was dressed in 1930s attire came up to us and said “Oh, you don’t have to be scared of heights. It’s okay.” She then walked off, and we then went around the whole lighthouse top and never saw her again. We then looked at a picture of some of the residents that used to live there, and what a coincidence: one of those people just so happened to be the same lady we saw up in the lighthouse.

• Floating Figure in the Alley

From lilylily_4:

One time when I was about 6 or 7, my brother and I were playing out in our yard. It was pretty late. I told him that I’d be right back because I had to use the bathroom. The yard is weird, since there are 2 houses on the lot. My dad lives in the front house, and the coach house is where my grandma lives. My brother was headed towards the front of my dad’s house, and I was headed towards my grandma’s. I just stopped dead in my tracks. Along the corridor that runs on the side of both houses was a door the led to the alley. I saw a floating figure there that I can only describe as the grim reaper. It was just floating in front of the door. I know it couldn’t have been someone playing a trick on me, because it disappeared while I was looking at it, and we had been playing near that door all day. To this day, I can’t go near that door, it creeps me out.

• Objects Moved Around the House on Their Own

From arvotheaspie:

Little things would move around my house while I was home alone. I live in a very small town in the south, so during the summer, parents would usually leave kids home alone (kids like 10 and up, at least). Markers would go missing while I was coloring in the living room, only to be found in my parents’ bathroom the next day. Action figures would go missing while I was playing with them on my bedroom floor, and when I would look for them I’d find them sitting on my (very tall, I still can’t reach the top of it without a stool) TV stand. Books would go missing. CDs, video games, you name it. They were never missing forever, with the exception of a Hillary Duff CD (I was 10, okay,) and I’d usually always find them later in the day or within a couple of days. This only ever happened when I was alone and I still have no idea why.

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