Strange Encounters. Personal Stories Here

[kimrose]

It is that magical time of year, Halloween, or Samhain, as it is also known. The time that the line between the living and the dead draws nearer and thinner, and the best time of the year for great ghost stories! I was just wondering if anyone has had any strange or otherwise unexplainable tales to tell during this fun and dark holiday season. All strange encounters and stories are welcomed, from any time of year, anywhere around the world. Even if you just have a cool made up story to tell, just make note that it is made up. I love made up stories just as much as real ones.

I have one real strange encounter to share for now. It is a true story. My mom had a box of wrapping paper she liked to put next to her and my dad's bedroom closet during Christmas season, the first year in our new house, 1979. They always kept the door to their room opened, which was right off the living room. We would all be in the living room watching tv, and out of nowhere that box of wrapping paper would fly across their bedroom and land on the floor next to their bed, about six feet away. This happened multiple times, until my mom finally gave up and put the wrapping paper box somewhere else. I still remember her yelling, "ok you win!" I was 10 years old at the time. For the next 30 years, plus the two more years it took for me and my sister to ready the house for sale after my parents had passed away, I always thought about that wrapping paper when I walked by that spot. I lived in that house for 10 years and visited almost every day for the next 20 years, and I am here to say that that house was not "normal", just sayin.

Next?

 

[Tabascocat]

I don't have any ghost stories but something weird just happened to me. To preface, we are staying at my moms house for a few weeks. It is a big home in the country outside Houston. I was going to post about it but wasn't sure where or how.

Everyone is in bed scattered upstairs(2nd floor) and I am on the third floor watching TV. This house has lots of windows and minimal shades or blinds. There are no neighbors or anything, all alone out here.

Anyways, I walked downstairs to the kitchen to open some wine and all of a sudden........every hair on me stood straight up. I had a sinking feeling that someone was watching me. I was not watching a scary movie or even thinking about it, just got done with the game. That thought wasn't even in the back of my mind.

I have the heebie jeebies just typing this and now I have to go take the dogs out

 

[kimrose]

I don't have any ghost stories but something weird just happened to me. To preface, we are staying at my moms house for a few weeks. It is a big home in the country outside Houston. I was going to post about it but wasn't sure where or how.

Everyone is in bed scattered upstairs(2nd floor) and I am on the third floor watching TV. This house has lots of windows and minimal shades or blinds. There are no neighbors or anything, all alone out here.

Anyways, I walked downstairs to the kitchen to open some wine and all of a sudden........every hair on me stood straight up. I had a sinking feeling that someone was watching me. I was not watching a scary movie or even thinking about it, just got done with the game. That thought wasn't even in the back of my mind.

I have the heebie jeebies just typing this and now I have to go take the dogs out

Thank you Dexter Tobasco for posting. I would have ran back up the stairs and hid under the covers! lol! I know that heebie jeebie feeling quite well, when your hairs stand up on your arms and neck. No one would believe you, except for those that have felt it. It is very weird. It is scary really.

 

[Melonfeud]

One time while chunking liberated Jack- o- lanterns
At vehicular traffic under the influence of some pretty good micro-dot, some dude with a smashed grill stopped and started shooting at us,,,well I took off running thru people's backyards and ran full on into a clothesline thusly decapitating myself,,, after my buddy's found me they thought it would be funny to stick a flashlight in my mouth and hurl my head at that oncoming light blue Buick sedan,,, well ,when my severed illuminated field expedient jack-o-lantern head hit the windshield the poor middle aged woman driving had a massive coronary and crashed into my merry prankster buddy's killing them also,,,whew! That was some night,let me tell you

 

[aria]

Oh boy, now is when I should deicide (hint) whether I should let everyone know how f'ed up I was/am.

I'm definitely a believer in the paranormal and have plenty of stories. I'll think of which ones I want to share without people wanting to cross themselves or think I should be in asylum.

 

[BigStar]

Oh boy, now is when I should deicide (hint) whether I should let everyone know how f'ed up I was/am.

I'm definitely a believer in the paranormal and have plenty of stories. I'll think of which ones I want to share without people wanting to cross themselves or think I should be in asylum.

Go for it Love me the X Files type stuff

 

[aria]

Certain somewhat insignificant details left out for my own protection

When I was ~13 I began a darker phase in my life. I'm not sure if it was curiousity, boredom, certain people I started interacting with or a combination of all three but I started becoming more and more interested in the "darker" aspects of occultism. I began reading certain books and listening to certain types of music, the more I "researched" the more obsessed I became.

Over the course of probably a year, I felt myself becoming darker and more "evil" and I loved it! (Ugh, this creeps me out just talking about it which I rarely do). I became more distanced from my family and began feeling almost super human. The deeper I got, the stronger the feelings and thoughts. I began having very vivid and dark dreams. As I continued my "research"/practices I started noticing my entire personality was changing, as did others. I would look at people differently and act differently and if I ever told anyone the thoughts that were going through my mind I would probably have been arrested or committed.

Eventually, things in "real" life started to happen. If you believe in coincidences or have read the Celestine Prophecy then you know what I'm talking about. I would randomly meet certain people that were in the same mindset I was, some more experienced and some less. I would come across other "signs" that reinforced my beliefs. At first it was "cool" and "fun" until one night that ended it all and forced me to stop everything.

As I said, things were picking up not only in my thoughts and dreams but real life. I always slept with my door closed. After a few months, I would wake up and my bedroom door would be open. At first I didn't think much of it, maybe it was the cat or my dad checking on me to make sure I didn't sneak out in the middle of the night. It kept happening every night and eventually did start to piss me off so I asked my mom and dad if they were checking on me. They told me "no" but I was skeptical so I started locking the door. Again, I would wake up and the door would be open.

This went on for another few weeks and directly coincided with my deeper involvement in the darker side of the occult. It started freaking me out a bit but these door locks were very easy to pick (think hole in the middle of knob, insert wire hanger, press button, open sesame) so I still wasn't convinced it wasn't my parents until...one night I woke up in the middle of the night and standing in my doorway was a sillouhette of a man in a suit, holding a briefcase and had a cross between a fedora and top hat on (kind of like the image on the cover of the Exorcist which I had never even seen to this point). He was just standing there staring at me. I was definitely awake and literally hid under my covers. I couldn't sleep, started sweating and shaking a little. I literally stayed under the covers until the sun came up and it was time to go to school.

I got up and still felt like someone was watching me like never before. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to take a shower. I honestly couldn't even close me eyes because I was so scared. I ran back upstairs and hung around my brother, while he was getting ready, until it was time to go. I refused to be by myself. He even knew I was acting strange but I never said why. My parents had already gone to work and my brother and I attended the same school (a private Christian school, go figure, lol) so he would drive us there.

I couldn't wait to get out of the house and go to school. As he was driving, blasting his music, I was still scared as hell and just kept looking staright forward trying to figure out what the hell happened. It wasn't a dream, it was real. I thought maybe it was my dad but he didn't wear hats, especially like the one I saw, and he wouldn't be going to work in the middle of the night. As I stared ahead, we came to a stoplight at a somewhat urban intersection. I felt like I wanted to vomit, a feeling came over me that scared me more then I already was, if that was possible. I didn't want to look anywhere but straight, like when you have a feeling you're being watched but NEED to look to confirm it's all just in your head, so I HAD to look.

While the light was red, I slowly turned my head to the right and standing there by himself on the street corner was a man wearing a suit, holding a briefcase, wearing the same style hat as the male silloutte in my doorway and he was staring straight at me, right into my eyes. I just about **** myself (my heart is pounding right now, just talking about it) and turned my head forward in a snap. I saw him long enough to see he was wearing a grey suit, holding a black briefcase and had a closely shaven beard. My brother obviously didn't know a thing, just kept jamming to his music but as we drove off I kept my head straight and looked in the passenger side mirror. The man just stood there, his head turned slowly and he kept looking at us drive away until we were out of sight.

The minute I got home, I got rid of everything I had that was related to what I was doing and immediately started praying to a different god. Nothing happened after that but looking back, it still scares me to death. I was raised Christian but am now more or less agnostic depending on the day of the week but I do believe in good and evil and that something else is out there. If it weren't for that experience and a few others I would probably just be an atheist. Sometimes I still try to chalk it up to it was "just a dream" but it wasn't and neither was the "man" at the stoplight. Perhaps it was just a series of coincidences that I let my imagination run with and ironically stopped as soon as I stopped. I don't know, I'm just telling you what happened. It also still disturbs me the thoughts that went through my mind at that time in my life. Maybe I was just a raging teenager or maybe there were outside "forces" at play. I can tell you this, looking back I didn't even feel like myself, it was as if I were a completely different person.

Hope you enjoyed.

PS All or parts of this story may or may not be made up

 

[Trouty]

Certain somewhat insignificant details left out for my own protection

When I was ~13 I began a darker phase in my life. I'm not sure if it was curiousity, boredom, certain people I started interacting with or a combination of all three but I started becoming more and more interested in the "darker" aspects of occultism. I began reading certain books and listening to certain types of music, the more I "researched" the more obsessed I became.

Over the course of probably a year, I felt myself becoming darker and more "evil" and I loved it! (Ugh, this creeps me out just talking about it which I rarely do). I became more distanced from my family and began feeling almost super human. The deeper I got, the stronger the feelings and thoughts. I began having very vivid and dark dreams. As I continued my "research"/practices I started noticing my entire personality was changing, as did others. I would look at people differently and act differently and if I ever told anyone the thoughts that were going through my mind I would probably have been arrested or committed.

Eventually, things in "real" life started to happen. If you believe in coincidences or have read the Celestine Prophecy then you know what I'm talking about. I would randomly meet certain people that were in the same mindset I was, some more experienced and some less. I would come across other "signs" that reinforced my beliefs. At first it was "cool" and "fun" until one night that ended it all and forced me to put an end to everything.

As I said, things were picking up not only in my thoughts and dreams but real life. I always slept with my door closed. After a few months, I would wake up and my bedroom door would be open. At first I didn't think much of it, maybe it was the cat or my dad checking on me to make sure I didn't sneak out in the middle of the night. It kept happening every night and eventually did start to piss me off so I asked my mom and dad if they were checking on me. They told me "no" but I was skeptical so I started locking the door. Again, I would wake up and the door would be open.

This went on for another few weeks and directly coincided with my deeper involvement in the darker side of the occult. It started freaking me out a bit but these door locks were very easy to pick (think hole in the middle of knob, insert wire hanger, press button, open sesame) so I still wasn't convinced it wasn't my parents until...one night I woke up in the middle of the night and standing in my doorway was a sillouhette of a man in a suit, holding a briefcase but had a cross between a fedora and top hat on (kind of like the image on the cover of the Exorcist which I had never even seen to this point). He was just standing there staring at me. I was definitely awake and literally hid under my covers. I couldn't sleep, started sweating and shaking a little. I literally stayed under the covers until the sun came up and it was time to go to school.

I got up and still felt like someone was watching me like never before. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to take a shower. I honestly couldn't even close me eyes because I was so scared. I ran back upstairs and hung around my brother, while he was getting ready, until it was time to go. I redused to be by myself. He even knew I was acting strange but I never said why. My parents had already gone to work and my brother and I attended the same school (a private Christian school, go figure, lol) so he would drive us there.

I couldn't wait to get out of the house and go to school. As he was driving, blasting his music, I was still scared as hell and just kept looking staright forward trying to figure out what the hell happened. It wasn't a dream, it was real. I thought maybe it was my dad but he didn't wear hats, especially like the one I saw, and he wouldn't be going to work in the middle of the night. As I stared ahead, we came to a stoplight at a somewhat urban intersection. I felt like I wanted to vomit, a feeling came over me that scared me more then I already was, if that was possible. I didn't want to look anywhere but straight, like when you have a feeling you're being watched but NEED to look to confirm it's all just in your head, so I HAD to look.

While the light was red, I slowly turned my head to the right and standing there by himself on the street corner was a man wearing a suit, holding a briefcase, wearing the same style hat as the male silloutte in my doorway and he was staring straight at me, right into my eyes. I just about **** myself (my heart is pounding right now, just talking about it) and turned my head forward in a snap. I saw him long enough to see he was wearing a grey suit, holding a black briefcase and had a closely shaven beard. My brother obviously didn't know a thing, just kept jamming to his music but as we drove off I kept my head straight and looked in the passenger side mirror. The man just stood there, his head turned slowly and he kept looking at us drive away until we were out of sight.

The minute I got home, I got rid of everything I had that was related to what I was doing and immediately started praying to a different god. Nothing happened after that but looking back, it still scares me to death. I was raised Christian but am now more or less agnostic depending on the day of the week but I do believe in good and evil and that something else is out there. If it weren't for that experience and a few others I would probably just be an atheist. Sometimes I still try to chalk it up to it was "just a dream" but it wasn't and neither was the "man" at the stoplight. Perhaps it was just a series of coincidences that I let my imagination run with and ironically stopped as soon as I stopped. I don't know, I'm just telling you what happened. It also still disturbs me the thoughts that went through my mind at the time in my life. Maybe I was just a raging teenager or maybe there were outside "forces" at play. I can tell you this, looking back I didn't even feel like myself, it was as if I were a completely different person.

Hope you enjoyed.

PS All or parts of this story may or may not be made up

If you were a hard drinker it could have been DTs (not detox/withdrawal, but Delirium Tremens). You said you woke up sweating. Sweating and hallucinations are very common for DTs. Especially the onset, typically occurring while one is asleep.

 

[aria]

If you were a hard drinker it could have been DTs (not detox/withdrawal, but Delirium Tremens). You said you woke up sweating. Sweating and hallucinations are very common for DTs. Especially the onset, typically occurring while one is asleep.

I started sweating after what I saw and although I had been drunk once or twice before this, I definitely wasn't drinking or using drugs on a regular or even somewhat regular basis. That started the next year

Edit: C'mon Trouty, give me some credit, I was only 13!

 

[csirl]

Dont believe in ghosts. So have never seen one. Friends and family who do believe regard me as having ghost repelling powers . If I walk into a haunted building there is no chance anyone sees anything.

My old high school occupied a building that was regarded as ultra haunted. Multiple documented ghosts. Very regular sightings. All dissappeared when I was there

My wife has seen a ghost of a relative of hers in our house in the past. Dissappeared when we bought the house from her family and moved in.

 

[aria]

Dont believe in ghosts. So have never seen one. Friends and family who do believe regard me as having ghost repelling powers . If I walk into a haunted building there is no chance anyone sees anything.

My old high school occupied a building that was regarded as ultra haunted. Multiple documented ghosts. Very regular sightings. All dissappeared when I was there

My wife has seen a ghost of a relative of hers in our house in the past. Dissappeared when we bought the house from her family and moved in.

I'll tell another story later that is relatable to yours but I do think there is a connection to believing and what may or may not happen based on those beliefs. I'm not talking about "reaching" or trying to "see" something either. I think there is more to it which is why young kids (who have no prior beliefs, a clean slate if you will) are more prone to experiencing supernatural occurrences.

 

[YosemiteSam]

I can think of a strange encounter that involves CBZ. I met @Shunpike. Let me tell you, that took the definition of strange to a new level!

 

[BigStar]

Dont believe in ghosts. So have never seen one. Friends and family who do believe regard me as having ghost repelling powers . If I walk into a haunted building there is no chance anyone sees anything.

My old high school occupied a building that was regarded as ultra haunted. Multiple documented ghosts. Very regular sightings. All dissappeared when I was there

My wife has seen a ghost of a relative of hers in our house in the past. Dissappeared when we bought the house from her family and moved in.

You're in the wrong business

 

[Melonfeud]

I Had a good biker buddy
( dead now) I'd grew up with as kids,his dad was into oil production and we'd BBQ as families together, well they had bought a ouija board and the parents were at the kitchen table playing it, and the festivities concluded pretty quickly ( afterwards I'd heard it foretold of the death of a daughter, they had 1, mom &dad had 2) about 3-4 months later their daughter was killed in a car accident,,,, they never were really close after that,,,fast forward about 15+ years, he comes over to my house out in the sticks, he was slamming meth pretty heavy by then and had that damn Ouija board with him and wanted me to get rid of it for him ,so I'd built a fire in a burn barrel out back, snapped the game board in half with a pretty loud crack that looked like sparks shot out of it and pitched it into the flames of the fire and it issued a human like scream as it burned
( this is 100% straight up true fact)

 

[Shunpike]

I can think of a strange encounter that involves CBZ. I met @Shunpike. Let me tell you, that took the definition of strange to a new level!

Well, I love you too. Lol

 

[maxdogg]

I Had a good biker buddy
( dead now) I'd grew up with as kids,his dad was into oil production and we'd BBQ as families together, well they had bought a ouija board and the parents were at the kitchen table playing it, and the festivities concluded pretty quickly ( afterwards I'd heard it foretold of the death of a daughter, they had 1, mom &dad had 2) about 3-4 months later their daughter was killed in a car accident,,,, they never were really close after that,,,fast forward about 15+ years, he comes over to my house out in the sticks, he was slamming meth pretty heavy by then and had that damn Ouija board with him and wanted me to get rid of it for him ,so I'd built a fire in a burn barrel out back, snapped the game board in half with a pretty loud crack that looked like sparks shot out of it and pitched it into the flames of the fire and it issued a human like scream as it burned
( this is 100% straight up true fact)

I believe you bro the same thing happened to me and my friends back in our teenage days.
We burned one and it sounded like it was screaming!! True story!!

 

[Melonfeud]

I believe you bro the same thing happened to me and my friends back in our teenage days.
We burned one and it sounded like it was screaming!! True story!!

Of that I have no doubt ,Bro!

 

[maxdogg]

Of that I have no doubt ,Bro!

Very freaking strange bro!!

 

[Trouty]

I Had a good biker buddy
( dead now) I'd grew up with as kids,his dad was into oil production and we'd BBQ as families together, well they had bought a ouija board and the parents were at the kitchen table playing it, and the festivities concluded pretty quickly ( afterwards I'd heard it foretold of the death of a daughter, they had 1, mom &dad had 2) about 3-4 months later their daughter was killed in a car accident,,,, they never were really close after that,,,fast forward about 15+ years, he comes over to my house out in the sticks, he was slamming meth pretty heavy by then and had that damn Ouija board with him and wanted me to get rid of it for him ,so I'd built a fire in a burn barrel out back, snapped the game board in half with a pretty loud crack that looked like sparks shot out of it and pitched it into the flames of the fire and it issued a human like scream as it burned
( this is 100% straight up true fact)

Damn, Mel

 

[Them]

...Boo!...