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Every month, I askBuzzFeed readerslike you to share the creepiest things they’ve ever experienced. From ghosts to serial killers and everything in between, I read hundreds of stories a month and pick the most bone-chilling to share with you all right here. So, without further ado, here are 23 of the absolute creepiest stories people submitted this month:
1.“When my daughter was around 5, my favorite great-uncle Jimmy passed away. She had never met him, and I didn’t mention it to her because she was so young. After the funeral, I came home and went to her room to let her know I was back home. I noticed she was playing Uno by herself and had two hands dealt. I jokingly asked, ‘Who is winning?’ and she yelled, ‘UNCLE JIMMY IS!’ I about lost it! She is 14 now, and I recently told her this story. She still remembers playing with him. He was my absolute favorite great-uncle when I was younger and I’m so glad she got to meet him that way, at least.”
2.“At the time of this story, I lived 200 miles from my parents and worked in a fancy restaurant as a server. One day at work, I just started crying out of nowhere, feeling like something was wrong with my mother. They had no phone, and my sister lived about 15 miles from her. So, I called her and asked her when she had spoken to our mom last. She had said the week before, so I begged her to please drive over there and check on her, then call me back at work. It was over an hour later when I finally stopped crying, and my boss said my sister was on the phone for me. She said that mom had fallen right after my dad had left for work that morning and broke her ankle in eight places. My mom had been lying on the floor for almost an hour before she got there. They rushed her to the hospital and had to do immediate surgery on her foot. My sister called me as soon as she could afterward. My mom would have laid there for over eight hours if I hadn’t called.”
— Debi C , Estill , SC
3.“Back in 2007, my family went to Kauai for my mom’s 60th birthday. We were staying in a condo right on the beach that had been renovated from a motel. The place had two bedrooms, and the one I stayed in had a rolling wall to separate it from the living room/kitchen and the hallway. In the middle of the night, I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, through the living room, and into my bedroom. I was lying on my left side, facing away from the door, but I heard them stop in front of me. I turned to look and saw a brilliant bright light and a man standing there. He looked like an older biker dude — he had his grey hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing a black leather vest with a white T-shirt underneath. As I stared at him, he and the light justdissolved.”
" My oculus hurt because of the adjustment from the shining light to blackness . I thought , ' What a weird dream , ' and rolled on my right side to try out and go back to sleep . Less than five minutes later , the footstep came back — again down the hall , through the keep room , to my bed … but now on the other side . My handwriting was out of the covers lie by my head , and someone ( or something ? ) took hold of it and squeezed it gently . I was too scared at this point to open my centre and just tell , ' Please go away , please go off ! ' The force per unit area stopped , and all was quiet . When I had the bravery , I opened my eye … and nothing was there . I told my family about it , and my mom absolutely believed me . Do n’t fuck who he was , but I hope he ’s rule peace . "
— Kristin , Seattle , WA
4.“This was in downtown Indianapolis in the early ’90s. I was with a friend, and we were looking at rentals to share. There was a house in this old neighborhood that once upon a time had been where a lot of theJim Jones cultmembers had lived. The rent was low even for that time, especially for a full house. We walked up to the property, and the second I stepped onto the large front porch, I froze. My friend asked why I stopped, and I said, ‘I can’t move.’ I was literally paralyzed by a feeling of absolute malice. A minute later, I was finally able to move again and foolishly allowed myself to be goaded into checking it out.”
" The theatre was huge and dark , with only a few large pieces of furniture inside . The fatheaded drape had been drawn , and the only light was from the kitchen behind an archway where the owner endure . As shortly as we entered , there were two monolithic cavity bulls , one Joseph Black and the other dour brown . They circled around us as we walked , then ran up to the middle of the staircase . They did n’t make a auditory sensation — just glare at us with menace . My friend saw them too but did n’t remember much about them .
He and the proprietor were chatting , but I was so freaked I could n’t really sing . At one power point , my friend was really excited by what a mess this place was , how much space it ’d be for party , and how our other champion could room with us . So , the proprietor said , ' Well , then let ’s show you the upstairs ! ' Immediately , thedogsstepped down a few more steps so that they were right near the bottom of the staircase and assumed a striking strength .
I nervously express joy and suppose to the owner , ' Well , it seems your dogs do n’t want us to go up there . Maybe you could put them in the yard out back ? ' The possessor replied , ' What are you talking about ? I order you the house is empty , and I do n’t own any dogs . ' My ally at last catch the vibe , and we booked it out of there . It was hours before we finally stopped shaking . "
— thomtramlaws
5.“My dad and I were in the backyard with our telescope, looking at the stars. We were way out from the city lights, and it was a new telescope, so we could see pretty well. It was cool — we could clearly see the rings around Saturn, the craters of the moon, and some planets. After a bit, we saw a strange thing moving slowly across the sky, but very close. This was in the late 1960s. We were watching it move backward, sideways, and up and down. I was only 12, so I asked my dad what was going on and what that could be. He looked at me and said VERY seriously, ‘We did not see a thing; never mention it again to anyone.’ He walked inside without another word. Even years later, if I mentioned the ‘thing,’ he would get a frightened look on his face and say, ‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’ Whatever he believed it was frightened him enough that, even in his late eighties, he was still terrified of ‘them’ finding out that he saw.”
— Anonymous
6.“In middle school, a friend and I got really into tennis after finding some old racquets in her parents' garage one day. We’d played in her cul-de-sac until, one day, we decided we wanted to play on some real courts. The closest courts were at our middle school, which was less than a mile from her house. We walked to school every day, so it seemed like no big deal to us. This was the early 2000s, so it’s not like we’d ever tell our parents where we were going. It was very much a ‘just be home when the street lights turn on’ kind of childhood.”
" It was a blacken twenty-four hour period , so there was literally no one at the courtroom or the school , which was usually brimming with hoi polloi walking the track and pull the leg of make for football or basketball . Naively , we were psyched , thinking we mark the whole lieu to ourselves . We started act and catch really hot and sweaty . Thinking we were the only 1 around , we begin rolling up our short to make them shorter , tie our shirts up into crop tops with ponytail holder , and tucking our sleeves up into our bra strap tank - top - mode just to get any kind of reprieve . Again , we would n’t dare do this if other people were around , but since we thought we were all alone , we felt comfortable .
Maybe thirty minutes or so later , an older duo parked , and we kind of range our eye , annoyed that we now had to partake in the courts with someone else and make ourselves a bit more presentable . There were two depleted courts and two upper court , so we were a snatch aghast that they made a beeline to the lower courts we were on since we assumed they ’d want the upper courts all to themselves . Well , the char gesture us over to her and asked us if we were with anyone , like a parent . devil , we thought she was going to lecture us about two young girls being out unsupervised , but instead , she start telling us about how there had been a man shroud behind one of the pillars in the throng under the basketball court in the school day , which is within eyesight of the tennis court . She said he keep peaking out to watch us . Apparently , as soon as the span pulled up , he left .
We got so freak out that we called my friend ’s dada to come get us . gratefully , my booster had JUST gotten a cell after convert her parents she involve it for guard . Had it not been for that span , we most likely would ’ve finished playing and made our way back to her house , which required a long walk along this outside back path on the tooshie of both our midway schooltime and the neighboring primary school . Who knows if this man would ’ve either attacked us along this lead where no one could hear us yell or see us or if he would ’ve followed us back to either of our household . Maybe the worst part , though , was that when we separate our parents what pass , they both kind of shrugged it off like we were take a crap wad out of molehills . "
— Elizabeth , Dallas , TX
7.“I won a staring contest with a doll. I’m not joking. I was sitting on my bed at 9 p.m., reading a book. I looked up and a doll I had never seen before seemed to be staring at me. I didn’t want to look away, so I kept staring. After a while, it slowly, deliberately, blinked. I immediately walked over to it, grabbed it, and slept with it. That probably sounds weird, but I wanted it where I could see it. When I woke up in the morning, the doll was sitting in the same place as it had been that night, staring at me. I have no idea how it got there. I went to McDonalds later that day, threw it in the garbage bin, and thankfully never saw it again.”
8.“When my mom was a teenager, my grandfather passed from a brain tumor. When I was little, my gram would babysit me, and whenever I was alone, I would always see a shadow of a tall, skinny person watching me. I would run to my gram and ask why the shadow ran away when I caught it watching me play. She always replied that it was grandpa watching me. At my gram’s funeral over a decade later, my cousins and I were all talking. Someone brought up how every strange noise was attributed to Grandpa saying hi to us, so I brought up the strange shadow. My cousins all had the same story. It was bizarre.”
" Recently , my baby was talking to the sign of the zodiac ’s current owner and asked if she ever experienced anything unmatched there . The owner mentioned that her son had an notional friend with a unusual name . My sister asked if his name was Hyle , and the lady say it was . Hyle was my grandpa ’s name . "
— cecm
9.“In college, I lived with some friends in an older house off campus. It’d been built in maybe the ’20s, I’d guess. It had a basement, a main level, and an upstairs. The upstairs door had a flimsy nail keeping it shut, and we weren’t supposed to go up there. Naturally, we did. It hadn’t been renovated like the rest of the house—lots of dust, peeling wallpaper, and an overall unsettling vibe. Not long after exploring it, we were having a dance party in the dining room area of the house (as you do when you are 20). We were all drinking and singing loudly. A chest-height built-in cabinet separated the dining area from the living room. On top of it, there was a bottle of water about half full. As we were dancing and carrying on, out of nowhere, the bottle flew off the cabinet and across the room, like someone had slapped it with all their might.”
" None of us were anywhere near it . Suffice it to say , the party ended right away , and we all went to layer . We started to think that maybe we should have stayed out of the attic after all . "
— Kelsey , Minnesota , USA
10.“Several years ago, when Blockbuster video was still a thing, I worked at an independent video rental place. The store was in an old farmhouse that was said to be haunted. Several past and present employees claimed to have seen or heard unexplained footsteps, doors slamming, or shadows/apparitions appear, but in the time I had worked there, I hadn’t noticed anything, nor did I believe in ghosts or the supernatural in general.”
" Anyway , being that this was a converted ( very large ) house , there were multiple rooms , and therefore , unlike Blockbuster , the distance was totally uncontrolled . This meant when a customer found a movie ( or movie ) they wish to rent , they would acquaint the empty subject from the ' trading floor ' to us and one of us would then go into the area behind the counter to draw the actual movie . There was a room in the far back down a unforesightful hall for the ' adult ' section , the primary story in front of the counter for Modern releases and popular video , a way off to the right and behind the counter for classic and documentaries , and a final room across the main trading floor and just to the left where the children ’s moving-picture show were keep . The interior of this elbow room was not directly visible from behind the counter , but the room access was .
As part of the closing routine , one of us would walk the master and back floor , locking room access and construct sure there was n’t anyone hide anywhere . Once all of the rooms were cleared and the door were locked , we would start reckon out our tills . As common on weekend night , there were three of us counting out our own till when we all pick up the unmistakable sound of many — as in tons — of empty VHS fount break apart to the floor . The cases normally sit on shelves along the bulwark and on A - skeleton - same body structure in the center of the suite . The cases were evenhandedly light and wanton to accidentally strike hard over , but this was the audio of an entiresectioncollapsing to the ground at once . The hair on my cervix suffer up , and I finger an instantaneous bolt of insensate care class through my consistency as we look at each other in near unison and exclaimed , ' Did you get word that ? ! ' intelligibly , we all had .
I immediately thought , Holy hell , someone obscure in there , and we are about to be robbed and/or mutilate . We await for what seemed like several proceedings , separate out to find out any other indications an intruder was about to come race out of the room . My heart was work over so loud it seemed like it was about to collapse its direction out of my chest . Finally , I ferment up the braveness to investigate and carefully approached the room . I reached just inside the door , feeling for the light switch , as I cry out , ' Anyone there ! ? ' I flipped the ignitor on and peered into the room , then lastly perish all the way in … and observe a completely pristine , undisturbed space with nothing out of property . I still get a chill when I imagine about it , only because all three of us there that night heard the same thing at the same time but found no indication anything had go on at all . "
11.“When I was 12 or so, my brother and I went to sleep over at my father’s apartment. He moved constantly back then, and we had never visited him in this place before. I was settled in a camp bed in the spare room, and my little brother was sharing the bed with our father in his room across the hall. I was a child who had horrendous night terrors, but this experience was different from the usual array of ‘Disney characters with fangs’ that normally terrorized me. In the middle of the night, I awoke to see a shadow of a man leaning in the doorway. His arms were up against each side of the frame, and he was still and silent. I thought it was my father at first and called out, ‘Dad?’ The figure didn’t move.”
" I can still sense the pilomotor reflex of terror that prick up all over my body . I yelled , Dad … papa ? ' The apparition still did not move , so I screamed . My father ’s bedroom Christ Within go on , and the shadow figure straight off disappeared in the wash of light .
My father write it off as my common night holy terror , but I screw it was different . I saw a ghost that night , and it is the only shade I have ever see . Thankfully , my Padre travel somewhere else , and we never locomote back to that house . "
— Belinda , Lumby , BC , Canada
12.“During the summers when I was home from college, I worked at a group/nursing home for older women with dementia and disabilities. It was basically a residential home that about seven women lived in. I took the evening shift one night and overheard one of the residents talking in her room. She didn’t share a room with anyone. I came in and asked her who she was talking to, and she said, ‘The little boy in my closet.’ I didn’t think too much into this since she had dementia along with intellectual disabilities. I tucked her into bed and continued on with my night. About a month later, a handyman came to the house to work on some things. I explained to him where things were, but he said, ‘Oh, don’t worry, I have been servicing this house for years,’ and knew where everything was. I was making small talk with him about the place, and he told me that it took a while for this house to sell and be occupied after ‘what happened.'”
" I did n’t bonk what he was talking about , so plainly , I asked . He differentiate me that 20 years ago , a small boy croak in the house after drinking laundry detergent . The newsworthiness got around and the house would n’t betray until it was purchased by the land to be used as a group house . I immediately thought about what the resident told me about the boy in her closet , and I never took a night shift again . "
— Jules , Connecticut , USA
13.“I’ve had my fair share of weird experiences, but the one that always sticks out the most is my experience with what I call ‘the Death Dogs.’ It was the summer before my senior year of college, and I was living at home with my parents. For a few weeks, there was this strange, dark, ominous feeling in the house, almost like you were being stalked. Every night, that feeling would get worse and worse. My bathroom was just across the wide hallway from my bedroom. It was maybe six or seven feet from door to door. Not very far, right? It got to the point where I, a 22-year-old adult, would turn off the bathroom light and RUN to my bedroom, slamming and locking the door, riddled with fear at night.”
" I vividly think the bad night of them all . I waken up around 2 a.m. with the worst impulse to pee . There was no carry it until morning , which meant there was no escaping going out into the hallway . I turned on my light , opened my door ever so slowly , peeked down the pitch - black hallway towards my parents ' sleeping room , and had this unknown visual modality of two teras - comparable dog animate being turning back to look at me . I tend into the bathroom , peed as tight as I could , and ran back into my way just as quickly . In the brief mo of run back into my room , I had the feeling that the ' domestic dog ' were prevail down the hallway after me . It was so acute that I find the need to lock and hold my door exclude for several minutes before I felt safe enough to allow go and go back to bed .
That next Clarence Day , my Dad croak away circumstantially from a fateful heart fire . That Nox , I woke up again with the itch to spend a penny . Half asleep , I walked to the bath and back without a second thought . It was n’t until I was get back in bed that I agnize I had n’t even turned on a single light and that the blue , frightening feeling was endure . I do n’t know if it was the grief that ruff all my other thoughts andemotionsor what , but I do n’t suppose it was a coincidence with the timing of the events . This June will mark 14 long time since his passing , and that apposition of feel such dread and fear to utterly NOTHING still present me anxiousness . "
— Anitra , Arizona , USA
14.“I was out shopping one day and walked up to the girls at the register to ask them to open the fitting room doors for me. One girl went to help me, and the other girl — whose head was down — looked up abruptly and almost fearfully, then started crying. I sat there wondering what the hell was going on. Through tears, the girl managed to ask me if I had a young daughter who had passed away. I was white as a ghost and mumbled yes. About four years prior, my 6-year-old daughter died in a car accident. The girl proceeded to tell me that my daughter was there and wanted me to know that she was OK and that she loved me.”
" Istartedcrying and was in pure shock . I propel off after the fortuity to a different land , so it ’s not as if the girl could have love me or what bump . The other girlfriend started explicate that this had happened one other sentence before and that the daughter was crying because get these ' visits ' from multitude who had exit dash her . I was in such shock absorber that I walk into the meet way and ball my eyes out . But I have to admit , it was such a blessing to have my small girl visit me in some way . "
— Michelle , Philadelphia , USA
15.“Since I was very young, I get this overwhelming feeling of fear at the exact moment a loved one was dying, with no knowledge that it was even happening. When I was 6, we had a family friend whose child I used to play with. He had a heart condition. I vividly remember that there was one night I dreamt about him, and when I woke up, I immediately knew he’d died. I can’t explain it — I wasn’t really old enough to properly even know what death was, but I just knew he wasn’t here anymore. When I went downstairs, my mum told my sister and me that he’d passed away overnight.”
" geezerhood later , when I was about 12 , I was walking to schooltime , and an inexplicable and Brobdingnagian touch sensation of fear that someone was going to die come over me . That evening , we found out my Dad ’s close friend had died by felo-de-se at some the same sentence of day I was walk to school . To this day , if I get any kind of veneration that someone is going to cash in one’s chips , I ring multitude I ’m close to . I never tell them why ; I just have to hear them to check they ’re hunky-dory . "
— Kate , UK
16.“We got a rideable toy car for our kids, and some unknown entity (ghost?) in the house loves to play with it. I regularly find it in different locations than it was left. The batteries have never run out after years of not replacing them, either. The strangest thing, though, is that it turns itself on when no one is near it. Last week, the kids rode the car into the living room. I was sitting on the couch with my wife and MIL, and the car started by itself in front of us. A full minute of annoying car sounds later, I stood up and asked, ‘Can you turn that off, please?’ After three seconds, it turned off. Whenever I walk by the car, I talk to the kindly presence who likes to play with it.”
17.“Anyone who wears glasses might know that sometimes you can see reflections at the edge of the lenses from lights behind you. I wear glasses, and in my bedroom when I was young, there were fairy lights that went around the edge of the room and hung down loose in the corner. It didn’t happen often, but every once in a while, when I was sitting on my bed, I’d see them swinging slowly behind me in the reflection of my glasses. I’d always turn to look, and they would be perfectly still IRL. I’d turn back again and see them continue to swing in the reflection even when my head was perfectly still. This would happen when there were no windows open, so no draft could be moving them. I study science and have never been a big believer in the paranormal, but I’ve never been able to explain those experiences to this day.”
18.“My family members, including myself, sometimes know when something is going to happen before it does. For example, when my uncle was in the Navy during World War II, my grandmother awoke one night and saw my uncle standing at the foot of her bed. He said, ‘I’ve been injured, but I’m going to be OK.’ The next day, two representatives from the Navy came to her door to tell her that her son had been injured, but he was going to be OK.”
" 30 year later , it was my turn . My husband and I were go out for the eve and hired a babysitter . Before we left , I was getting ready to mail a missive to my mother , but just before I put it in the gasbag , a foreign feeling washed over me , and I wrote a postscript saying , ' How is Grandma doing ? Is she okay ? ' I mail the letter of the alphabet on the direction to our goal . When we got place , the babysitter said I needed to call my mother . She had called to assure me that my grandmother died . As it turns out , she diedat the exact timethat I had the strange feeling . I said , ' mama , you ’re going to get a letter from me that asks how Grandma is doing ! ' "
— Judy , Dewey , AZ
19.“When I was 10 years old, I had trouble sleeping. On this particular night, I was on the top tier of a bunk bed, and my brother was sleeping in the bottom bunk, snoring away. I was lying awake, staring at the wall and wishing I could fall asleep, when I started to see an object slowly rise up from the foot of the bed. It was rounded and resembled the shape of a human head, although I could see no facial features on it. Alarmed, I lunged forward and took a swing at it, hoping I could identify what it was. Well, it ducked down just as you would expect someone to do to avoid being hit.”
" I was petrified . I could n’t move , I could n’t scream . I just sit there and keep an eye on as this ' head teacher ' remain its slow ascent up to the ceiling , through which it disappeared . Only then did I muster up enough bravery to run to my parents ' elbow room for assist . They insisted it was just a figment of my imagination , but I do n’t see how it could have been . It was too real , too three - dimensional , and I ’ve never been very imaginative .
For years following this , I could only sleep with the bedroom door open and the hall illumine on . I never saw it again , but it has forever stuck in my mind . “—Anonymous
20.“Our 250-year-old farmhouse in the U.K. was being gutted and renovated. My family had a temporary caravan facing the house, where we stayed during the weekends. Mum and I were playing cards at the dinette in the front of the caravan. My aunt and cousin stopped by for a visit and entered the only accessible door at the front. We saw them leave 10 minutes later. A little while afterward, my mum casually said, ‘Thought they left.’ I looked up, and there were two solid figures in the kitchen, moving around and occasionally bending down as if looking for something. We thought no more of it until 20 minutes later when my aunt and cousin came walking down the driveway. Those figures hadn’t been them. There was no other way in or out of the house, and we have no explanation.”
21.“Growing up, I was very close with my grandmother. She referred to me as ‘the baby,’ even though she had many other grandchildren and I was not the youngest. But I loved her dearly and spent as many weekends with her as I could. She passed away when I was 19. It was my first real experience with death, and I was devastated. To make matters worse, beginning on the night of her death, I started having terrible nightmares — images of hell…fire and brimstone, etc. I would wake up covered in sweat and crying. After a few days, it got to the point where I was afraid to go to sleep. Then one night a couple of weeks later, after fighting against sleep and losing, I again woke up in the middle of the night. But this time, I woke up to my grandmother standing in my room.”
" She was literally glowing , radiating warmth and peace . She was smiling — she look beautiful . She look at me and tell me that the dreaming I had been having were not about where she was . She said she was hunky-dory and at peace and that everything would be fine . She said I require to stop worry about her and that we would see each other again . The last thing she said was , ' I love you , Baby , ' and then she was gone . I never had another incubus . I get it on you , too , Grandma . "
22.“When my wife died in 2020, we had her funeral in St. Louis, where her oldest brother, who is a Rabbi, lives. After the funeral, the entire family, her brothers and their families, I, and my daughters gathered at the oldest brother’s house. It was September and still warm outside as evening came. After talking and reminiscing on the patio, my daughters and I stepped into the house to get something to eat. As we sat in the living room, my wife’s younger brother came inside saying, ‘The wildest thing just happened! I was sitting talking to so and so when ahugeowl dove straight for me and flew right over my head! I thought it was going to hit me!’ My youngest daughter and I looked at each other with surprise, and both said, ‘Mom!’ simultaneously.”
" unbeknown to her brother , my wife had bed and hoard ' owls , ' owning many little knickknack of them . We had often joked that bird of Minerva were heranimal . We still believe that was my married woman saying goodbye to her babe brother . "
— Bob , Chicago , Illinois
23.“Years ago, I hung out with this one girl. She lived with her parents at her grandma’s house down the street from my house. Her gran wasn’t the nicest lady and I avoided her at all costs, but she did have a bunch of random cool collectibles around the house that I loved to look at. I would’ve liked to have known how she found all this cool stuff if only I were brave enough to ask her. Like I said, not the nicest lady. Anyway, she had one of these older-style Ouija boards that I thought looked so cool and sparked my interest in the supernatural. At the time, though, I only knew the basics of what playing with that board meant and that my mom hated them.”
" Now , we act as with this thing off and on , and nothing ever happened at the metre . We brought it out at sleepovers we had in her garage , half of which had been grow into a live room - manner hangout space , complete with a big lounge , rug , a TV , and a VHS / DVD organization . It was right smart more fun sleeping out there than inside with the adults . Anyway , when we fiddle , my friend would , of course of study , move the planchette around the board , trying to freak me out . I ’d think I heard something , but it would just be the wind hitting the garage threshold , making it squeak and moan . We would go to sleep , and everything would be okay .
At home , I had a few things befall to me here and there . Like , I had this cycle , standing mirror that could be flipped over . Sometimes , I would wake up with it powerful at the side of my bed , three to four feet from where it was supposed to be , with the mirror side face me . I had a shaggy rug , so it was not well-off to roll it that far over . I ALWAYS flipped it over when I go away to sleep , as well , because I ca n’t stand to have a mirror confront me / my bed when I go to layer .
There was a meter when I was watch TV , and for some reason , I got this eery urge to turn the volume down really low , like I needed to hear something . I sat on my bed , I turned to my left , and on my wall was an image of a man ’s face . You know those heart illusions where you stare at a dot in the middle of the page and then look at a white wall , and an picture will appear ? It looked like that , but I could see no eye or mouth . Instead , he had core out out trap in their place . I was frozen , stare at this man for an easy ten minutes , and this range of a function was not going away . After it finally started to pass off , I observe my voice to call my slight sister into my room so I could excuse what the hell I just check . She came in , and I tell her I had just seen a face on the paries . She ask what it looked like , and just as I was about to tell her , I get a line a LOUD , deep ' SHUSH ! ' from the direction under my dresser . I shut up and looked at her , but she did n’t react . I necessitate if she heard that sound , and she looked at me queerly and say no . I never actually could tell her or anyone what the face looked like until I got older . If I had , I feel like something unspeakable was going to hap .
The biggest incident was back at my admirer ’s gran ’s house . Her family was cleaning out the service department and asked my friend and me to put some stuff up in the Classical Greek . We got up there and saw all these boxes . My friend opened one , and all we saw were old Beanie Babies . We opened a few more to control them out , and we made a petty ' room ' out of the box to seat down in , mean it ’d be the best haunt office . So we went to seize a few games , snacks , and — eventually — the Ouija board . I had been anxious about recreate with it again , as I slowly start up to think that maybe what was going on at home plate was connected to it . But it was broad daylight at the clock time , so I shrug it off . There was no need to be freaked out or spook because nothing sorry take place in the day , right-hand ?
We set it up , and as always , we were respectful and never spoilt - mouthed , whatever or whoever talked with us . We require the basic questions , like , ' Is anyone there ? ' ' What ’s your name ? ' etc . Nothing was happening , so we got distracted and started carrying on a conversation about male child or something of the like . I call back she had just finished ask me a head when I felt the urge to search to my left . As I did , I saw was this Brobdingnagian , 8 - foot opprobrious , opaque shadow . It started moving along the back of the attic wall as I turn to follow it like it did n’t want to be seen by me fully . I saw a box that we never touched topple over in the centering it strike . It fawn on until it hit a really dark recession that the light did n’t come to , and I fall behind it .
When I realized it had knocked that box over , akathat it could physically pertain things , I knew we had to get out of there immediately . I turned back around to my protagonist , who looked dismayed but also weirdly calm . We left the attic and told her mom what had happened up there . Of course , she just chalk it up to our imaginations or something and move back to cleaning up . We left the service department and never had another sleepover there , nor did we ever play with that display panel again .
really , to this daytime , I ’m 99.9 % sure we never close that game out with a ' goodby , ' either . "
— Meg , Chicago , USA
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