Asklemmy

I once worked security for an abandoned mental hospital, then referred to as an Asylum for the Criminally Insane. I worked the night shift and there was all kinds of hair raising and creepy shit that would go on. Sometimes enough to keep you wide the hell awake. No danger of going to sleep on that shift.

Begun to have a sleep parálisis while awake, then watching how a shadow person looked at me by the door until my thoughts went from "omg I'm so dead" to stupidly effective "if I'm gonna die, u coming with me". Then it just ended like a bad dream but while being awake, never again tried to sleep in that fricking place.

I moved into a new apartment in a new part of town, just had a mattress on the floor and a few items moved in, and took a nap. When I woke up there was a man standing over me watching me sleep. Scared the shit out of me. Then I watched him slowly fade away from into thin air. Turns out I wasn't 100% awake yet and my dreaming brain had created a brief hallucination.

When I was a little kid, maybe 5 years old, my family lived in this old house that used to be a Civil War hospital during a few battles.

All kinds of weird shit happened there, but one event stands out.

I was sleeping between my parents in their bed on the second floor. I woke up. It was late and very dark.

I looked to my right and saw the curtains blowing in. The windows were painted shut. I watched as the curtains start to slide off the wall. It looked like someone was holding them up. I shit you not. Like I could see feet just underneath the bottom.

The curtains moved to the foot of the bed, and fell.

I don't remember seeing this, but my parents swear I told them that when the curtains fell, a woman with a yellow dress and no eyes had been holding them up, and that she stood at the foot of the bed for a while.

The curtains, according to my parents, we're in fact on the floor at the foot of the bed. I can't vouch for that though because I was a kid and frankly, don't remember.

My best non-supernatural explanation is that I had sleep paralysis that night and hallucinated much of what I saw. I've had it chronically since, so it's possible.

I don't know though. It's one of those things I think about late at night when I have too much free time. What the fuck did I see?

A few years back, I moved into an old farmhouse in the countryside. It was peaceful, except for the noises that would come from the attic every night, a soft thumping like someone walking around. After a couple of sleepless nights, I finally mustered the courage to check it out.

I climbed up to the attic with a flashlight. It was full of dusty old furniture and trinkets, probably from previous tenants. As I was examining a pile of old newspapers, my flashlight caught something - a pair of eyes glowing in the dark, staring right back at me. I nearly dropped the flashlight in shock. As I shone the light in the direction, I found an old portrait of a woman. The eyes were eerily lifelike. I convinced myself it was just the way the light was hitting it.

The noises didn’t stop, but I learned to live with them. But the weirdest part was when I left the house a 6 months later. The movers came to get my stuff, and I told them to leave everything in the attic, I’d Grabe those items myself. I mainly needed movers for the big heavy stuff. Later, when I returned to pick up some remaining items, the portrait was gone.

To this day, I still can’t figure out where it could have gone, why just that. Probably some completely logical explanation, but it still gives me chills when I think about it.

My sister and I got a Ouija board as teens because we were curious. We had a few interesting sessions, but things got dark one afternoon after school. Words were being misspelled that we both knew the correct spelling of. The messages were getting aggressive. At one point the message announced that both our parents had just died in a auto accident on the way home from work. (It was after 5 at that point.)

They both arrived safely, but a couple of hours later a friend came over who led a weekly class in metaphysics. (This was the late '60s.)

The instant he walked in the door, he froze. He announced with great concern that there was someone present to needed to be encouraged to move on.

At the beginning of that night's class, he held some kind of ceremony encouraging whatever that was to leave.

We put the Ouija board away and never used it again.

Not that spooky or creepy. I saw my first ghost at 16. Dude walking calmly by the window outside my mom's office as I was playing games on her computer. Except that he'd have to be on stilts or 9 foot tall for that to happen.

Second time my business partner and I were driving back to his place 2:30 am after a long day of working when we suddenly noticed an oddly attired dude sitting calmly in our backseat not moving or talking. Stopped at a stoplight in the middle of the night we both piled out of the car amidst exclamations of surprise. Took us 5 minutes before we came back to the car and only because another car was coming. Whoever that dude was he'd cleared out somehow. Despite it being the middle of the night and both of us having a clear line of sight on the car.

Hallucinations, both of them.

Happened to a friend of mine.

Bought a house in North Vancouver, BC, from a very nice widow, and moved into it with his wife. Installed a security system. Eight or nine months go by, until one morning he finds this early-60s VW Beetle in his driveway.

So he checks the security tapes, and it clearly shows the Beetle pulling up at about 3:15 AM, parking, turning off, and then no-one getting out. And nothing changed until the feed showed him finding the Beetle in his driveway. No motion, no movement, and when he came out there was no-one in the vehicle.

After a day or three of waiting, he calls up the DMV (called ICBC up here), but as he’s talking to the rep at the far end to find out who the owner was, they get him to check the plate and the last registration it had was from nearly a decade previously.

And it turns out the prior owner was the husband of the widow they bought the house from. It was his pride and joy, having been his first “new car” purchase.

And when he contacted her, it turns out that the day and even the very hour that the Beetle pulled up was the anniversary of her husband’s death.

Apparently the car was still being stored at some storage place because the widow couldn’t bear to part with it. And the video surveillance at the storage unit had not shown the vehicle leaving. So she had it towed back to the storage unit.

Three years later, other members of the family got back into contact with him. The widow had died, and the Beetle had vanished from the storage unit without a trace, apparently on the day that she had died. Again, with noting showing up on the surveillance video. No-one ever saw that vehicle again.

I used to live in a house with a big back yard and lots of garden. One day in summer I was digging weeds with my back to the house at the far end of the yard. My toddler son was inside with his dad, my baby daughter was napping. It was a quiet afternoon. After a while I heard little feet thudding on the grass - my son running across the lawn towards me. I turned around expecting him to come up and jump on me. There was no one there.

I was facing a wall shelf with a stack of hard plastic cups wedged into it, and when I turned away from the shelf I heard the cups fall to the floor. Based on how tightly they were wedged in there's no way they could've fallen on their own. Although there was an open window that was adjacent to it there's no way that a breeze could've knocked them over, and even if someone on the lower floor punched the wall it wouldn't have knocked the cups down. Nothing else happened in that room that was out of the ordinary.

Although I'm still a skeptic, I don't have a reasonable explanation for this one.

I don't believe in the supernatural.

The house I live in is my fathers childhood home. His mother was, frankly, schizophrenic, in an era where most people equated mental health with Rose Kennedy. She went untreated. She beat him as a child, and drove her entire family away. She died 15 years ago, and we are still cleaning out her accumulated garbage. She called for him on her deathbed; my father still didn't go.

My mother also died in this house, suddenly. But she loved us, and we love her.

So I don't believe in the supernatural, but I have been friends with two self proclaimed witches, who both said this place has an "off" energy. and sometimes, at night, you might sense movement out of the corner of your eye. It can be unnerving.

14 or 15 years ago my middle school friend and his family brought home a ghost from their visit to a haunted town that I forget the name of. Almost every picture they took in the house had orbs in it. And sure enough random things started happening around their house (falling items, doors opening, weird sounds, misplaced things). So they had a priest come to their house and bless it with holy water, as well as keep a bottle in the china cabinet. Nothing happened ever again for them. Freaks me out to this day idk how I could live in my house if that happened.

Why would anybody share any such experience just to be declared a lunatic. If anybody had such stories to begin with, they would be best advised not to share them, for fear of being thought insane.