Spooky Stories

[Frost>>&gt]

Well this isn't mine. but I know this person wouldn't lie, so it's either true or she's just mest up. at first a thing/ghost started coming into her room and it was in full human form I don't beleive it said anything. she looked at it. later she looks it up and it's some kid that died 1-2 years ago and she even talks too it now. of course you've probably noticed I don't know all the details.... yeah.... i think she's just mest up.

As for me, I think I just need to get my head checked. cuz this one time I was washing dishes (I was by myself) I see something tan in the corner of my eye too my right. (there is two door ways to my kitchen, one too my back one too my right) I start looking over, see it and then....it's gone. so freaked out I grab two kitchen knives and start walking over were I saw it last. checked a little around too scared too go upstairs so I go put the kitchen knives back cuz I decide it's nothing. I'm like thomas your going nuts just don't look around u. tempted I look behind me. this time just a flash of tan. look over too my right and I see it in the middle of the door way moving thru the hallway this time it's not in the corner of my eye. I'm looking strait at it. this tan cloud not even touching the ground floats by and after that I just run out side and wait for my family to come back home.

 

[Deleted_171835]

The weirdest thing I can remember is random toys around my house turning on by themself.
Still haven't found a logical explanation.

 

[KinGamer7]

I've had 2-3 events that terrified me when they happened. They happened at completely random times in my life, and I haven't had an event like it happen for years now. Basically, I would be in bed, ready to fall asleep. I wouldn't fall asleep right away, mind, just lie there with my eyes closed and resting peacefully. Suddenly, I hear laughter, which sounds like it's coming from two people; they both have deep voices, with a kind of 'prank' laugh. What actually made this creepy to me was that the laughter was in my ear, as if someone was talking straight into my head. The laughter was also extremely loud, which jolted me awake and made me check my room to make sure nobody was there. There wasn't. The loudness in particular relates to the other two occasions which happened in a similar scenario; at night, about to fall asleep, nothing but quiet then I'm suddenly deafened by unexplainable and physically shocking noise. The noise for the other times was different this time; musical carnage. By this I mean that I was hearing ear-bleedingly loud instruments, specifically an electric guitar and someone going apeshit on a drum kit. It wasn't a song, mind you, just really random chaos. Needless to say, it didn't lull to me sleep!

About half a year ago I actually found a plausible, scientific diagnosis of what I experienced though; Exploding Head Syndrome. Mind you, this only really accounts for the deafening racket of guitars and drums, not the laughter. The loudness was what scared me.

On a more paranormal side, my dad told me this story a couple of times, and he's not the type to make things up. I can't remember all the details, but the main core of it all is there.

On a regular weekend, my dad's group of friends decide to visit an abandoned house (not too far from where I live), purely for curiosity's sake. They all hung up their coats on the racks in the passage; my dad was last, and placed his coat over the banister on the stairs. They went upstairs; on the table was a cup and an Ouija board. The majority of the group were eager to give it a shot, whereas my dad and another couple of people weren't as enthusiastic. The people who wanted to give it a try formed a circle with their hands (or square, to be accurate) on and around the table, along with some of the reluctant ones; my dad stayed out of the circle and simply watched what was going to occur. One of the people in the circle asked a question, "has anybody died in this house?", because when there's an abandoned house with an Ouija board, you're probably not going to be asking what the weather will be like the next day. The cup began to move on its own, moving in small circles before eventually spelling out "yes". Bear in mind that nobody was touching the cup or shifting the table, as they were all connected in their circle on the perimeter of the tabletop. Shocked, another member of the group asked "what was their name?" Again, the cup revolved around in slow, deliberate circles, and spelt out the name of the man who died (I've forgotten the name, but that detail doesn't matter much). Next question; "how did he die?". A pause. The circle begins to slowly move in circles once more, before spelling the word "hanged". The cup began to come alive; it was moving, again, in circles, this time with a more ferocious and quickened nature. The group disbanded the circle and made their way downstairs and out of the house with haste; again, my dad was the last out, and as he looked back upstairs whilst pulling his coat off the banister, the cup flipped over and remained still. He ran out to regroup with the others, who were all holding their throats and making choking noises. After about a minute, they stopped. What was left after they removed their hands from their necks? A noose mark, of course.