Real life scary story/experiences thread

This is the scary story thread.

Feel free to post any scary experiences you've had. Seen a ghost, entity, demon, or even if something scary happened to you. This is the thread to post your experience. I have a lot of experiences with things I can't explain and I'll post them periodically, otherwise, there's gonna be thirty pages of shit I've experienced personally. Let's begin.

Last night dec. 4th, 2013.

I got in bed around tenish. I was tired, just smoked a fat j, but not to the trippy point yet, just enough to get some sleep. I felt this weird feeling, like someone was watching me, except it was different. We've all had that feeling where the hair stands up on the back of the neck. This feeling went deeper, like aknot in the pit of my stomach. Something told me to get up, like an animal instinct.

My 5 dogs were going crazy. I could hear them barking, but suddenly one of my dogs began to yelp. She's a pit mix, a badass mofo and not scared of shit, EVER. Her momma, an even bigger pit/saint Bernard mix was also yelping. My first thought was, fuck, there's tweakers in the field behind my house again. Home invasions and burglaries are common in southern California. My dogs have chased off 5 intruders once and the shotgun cocking sound helps. I began to walk to the back room of my home, this little storage area add on I built last year.

Suddenly this weird sound scraped against my house and my dogs started crying, yelping, then fell silent. Just like one of those scary fucking movies where the dog barks and then suddenly you hear a yelp and then nothing. At this point I'm thinking, man wtf is going on?

I open the door. I'm a bit overconfident. 235lbs, 6 feet tall, muscular and intimidating on a good day. I wasn't as worried for me as the other guy, this was not my first rodeo if you get my point. Except when I opened the door and stood in the darkness, there was nothing. My pit tried jumping into my arms and was shivering, crying. I was starting to get really tripped out. I walked to my back gate and stared into the field. It's a couple acres out there and I just stood there, watching my breathe as it escaped into the cold air.

I half expected to see some half naked, anorexic tweaked out idiot squating and making stupid excuses before I verbally threatened him but there was nothing. Suddenly I felt this lump in my throat, the hair stood up on the back of my neck, my back and arms...the pit of my stomach turned and I felt frozen.

Chills....goosebumps....brrrr...

Something caught the corner of my eye....

I looked at my neighbors barn and saw what can only be described as a huge fucking cat shadow. Not like a lion, twice as big as a lion, 11-12 feet long and it moved so fast from one side of the field to the other, I never saw it touch the ground. There were no lights on, nothing and this thing was blacker than the darkness. It's silhouette was clear in that split second as it shot from one side of the field to the other, not moving like an animal, but almost levitating as it jumped from point a to point b.

I'm a hunter. I've hunted plenty of animals in my life, but I've only seen shit like that when my mom was into witchcraft and I was about 5. I chalked it up to nothing, a great imagination, except it wasn't and I'll tell you all about that shit in another story.

My dogs ran into their dog houses and I stepped slowly back into my back room and closed the door. I leaned there for a moment, deciding if I should bury this in me forever. Who the fuck is gonna believe this shit? I just saw it and I still don't believe it tbh.

.....decided to sleep on it. Maybe someone else around here has seen weird things. My house is definitely haunted, people have died here. Some even say my home is on cursed native American ground.....

The next morning, today, I awoke and walked to my neighbors house.

...to be continued...

 

I awoke the next morning and tried to shake off the night before. I convinced myself I was trippin. I decided to call my wife at work like I always do to see how her morning was.

She answered and immedietly asked me if anything weird happened to me last night.

Why I asked, and she said, oh, because at about 3am last night I awoke with this weird feeling in my chest.

What kind of feeling?

I dunno, some weird feeling....like someone was watching me. I was scared, but I had to go to the bathroom, so I got up. The dogs were barking, she says, and as I came back into the kithen I heard them stop and this weird scraping sound in the backroom. I opened the door to check on our pet rabbit and the sound stopped. I was terrified, so I went back to bed after locking the doors.

Why didn't you wake me?

You don't sleep enough as it is...I gotta go, I'll see you at lunch,

She hung up.

I stood there and was kinda trippin now.

I stepped out into the morning air. It was fucking cold!

Brrr, I said as I struggled to light the grape swisher. I trekked across the barren field behind my home, a gust of cold wind caught me in the face and I felt a chill in the depth of my bones.

The dew of my neighbors yard was frozen and blades of grass cracked under the weight of my feet. I banged on the door, hey, you up?

Bloodshot eyes greeted me with confusion and disdain.

I am now.

Dude I needa talk to you...

Ok come on in, I'll put some coffee on.

I puffed my cigar as thick clouds of smoke filled the room.

How was your night, I asked.

Why? He asked, you hear the dogs barking last night?

I did, I responded. Hey bro, you see anything weird last night?

Well, I was seeing some weird shit said my neighbor, I kept seeing weird shadows out of the corner of my eye.

The blood drained from my face, I puffed deeply on that cigar.

Last night I saw something in the field...
I proceeded to tell him the story.

He looked at me and started to try to explain it away. This guy is half native American, his mother is full blooded and even though he's seen a lot of weird shit, he's a realist and a skeptic, like me. It's part of why were good friends.

He realized I wasn't bullshitting him and stared at me for a moment before he said.
I'm gonna tell you something brother, I never told this to anyone but my mom, and back then she blamed the weed.

He said one night he was asleep in my basement about 23 years ago (his family used to own my house). He said one night he awoke around 2-3am and there was a dark shadow standing over him. So dark he couldn't see through it. He told me he froze there with fear, unable to even inhale air as his mind tried to make sense of what he was experiencing.

A moment later...it...dissipated and was gone. I told my mom the next day and she said it was the weed, but I knew better, even though I don't know what it was, he explained.

I had left out the part of my story about the cat thing being a shadow and at that point I told him the rest.

I don't fucking know, he says. Burn some incense and take some of these. He gave me herbs to burn in my house. You know that house is haunted, he says. As I turned to leave he stopped me.

I always had this feeling there's someone or something buried in that field, he says. We were digging septic lines once and found old car parts and weird shit from the 20s and 30s he said. Then he looked at me really weird, he looked away and his face contorted. I'll tell you about it sometime, he says.

I walked off his porch, my arms full of spirit fighting herbs. I needed a bowl and I came home and had one

 

It was the beginning of the 80s. Probably 81 or 82. My mom was a teenager and into some heavy unmentionables. She made the stupid mistake of trusting some of our distant cousins, the hells angels and against my grandmas wishes, and probably to spite her, my mom got on the back of a bike and rode off.

They rode for an hour and came to the middle of nowhere, barren orange groves with a trailer and a shack built onto it. There were now 6 bikers. They were licking their lips at the prospect of raping this young teenage girl who was now a walking piece of meat, in the presence of wolves. My moms brain mustve finally turned on or something because she said she could feel them undressing her with their eyes.

They walked her into the trailer and there were unmentionables everywhere. Lines of unmentionables on the table and fat, angry, tattooed bikers sitting around chugging whiskey. My mom asked where the bathroom was.

At the same time across town my grandmother, who was now a christian convert, due to the recent death of her son and her now found obsession with death and the afterlife, had a very strange feeling in the pit of her gut. She told me she fell to her knees in the kitchen, soap suds still on her hands and began to pray for her daughter. She said she felt something really bad was going to happen.

My grandmas a worry wort anyways and most of the stuff she worries about is usually a waste of energy, but this time it was different and even she knew it.

My mom locked the door behind her. Her tiny 5 foot 3ish figure and 110lb body would be no match for any one of these men and she knew it.

There was a bang on the door,
"honey come on out, you know this IS going to happen. You wanted this, he he he he"

Be out in a minute she said, as she tried to take the glass out of the trailer window to escape. She searched the cabinets, looking for a weapon. Im going to get raped and probably get murdered. My mother will never see me again, why did I come here? These thoughts flooded through her brain like a river of questions.

Suddenly there was as loud bang, then another, and another. Like bodies dropping. Thud. Thud. Thud. One after another.

"Jesus, Oh jesus have mercy, have mercy jesus!" screamed one of the bikers. A bright light filled the bathroom and my mom was forced to close her eyes and look away. She fell to her knees and began to pray, lord save me, save me lord, i dont want to die here tonight.....

The bright light faded away and my mom regained the strength to stand. She slowly opened the door and peered into the silent living room.

There were the bikers, on the knees, their eyes were gray and void of color, like a grey albino, tears streamed down their faces. Their facial hair and hair on their head was solid white, every one of them. They were weeping and unable to stand, as if frozen on their knees to the floor, unable to move.

Did you see it? Did you see the angel? they asked

his sword, his sword was on fire. Why did we look at him? oh lord jesus have mercy, cried a biker.

My mom stood there a moment, absorbing the scene, in complete disbelief of her new environment.

We were going to kill you, said one of the bikers. Were so sorry, have mercy begged another. Please dont kill me, begged another.

...the angel, the angel, proclaimed another.

She took the keys off the counter and hopped in the pickup truck, driving down a dirt road til she came to a corner store. She asked for directions home and drove to her mothers house. My grandmother was in the living room praying. My mom came in and my grandma hugged her.

I prayed for angels to save you, said my grandma, as my mom collapsed in her open arms. They cried for hours and eventually went to sleep.

 

Something is off about this house. I lived a street over from this house for 2 years, walked down this street and even though I could see this house from my backyard and had passed it a hundred times, I never knew it was here, never looked at it and I COULDNT see it. It wasnt invisible, it was just invisible to me.
 
I got a lung disease from gardening. I was dying. The doctors gave me a year, so I figured two years, but within six months I was paralyzed from the waist down, bed ridden, anorexic and nearly dead. My wife force fed me edible marijuana and I came back slowly. Slowly, slowly, I rolled in a wheel chair, walked with a cane, then walked slowly on my own. While I was dying my neighbors, who shared the same landlord as me, asked if I wanted to buy a house. I had 25k tucked away so I was interested in doing something for my family, just in case. I wanted to leave them a house. My neighbors turned and pointed across the field and then I saw it. It was always there and yet, even though I had looked that direction a thousand times, I had never seen it!???
 
They didnt want it. It had been gutted last time they saw it and probably wouldnt pass the fannie may bullshit. I took one look from a distance and had this flashback, except it was in the future of my life. Ive always had odd abilities I keep to myself since no one believes me or listens or most people just think im crazy, and I do too, because if someone told me that shit, Id definitely think their cheese fell off their cracker.
 
I took one look at the house and told the realtor, Ill give you this much today if you make it happen today.
 
My so called friends said it wouldnt happen, I wouldnt get it. Hell, my neighbors had been outbid a hundred times and lost 5k on bids alone, but no one bidded on this house. I asked the neighbors why and they said it was a drug house and the rumor was it was cursed. None of the mexicans would live there. Chupa Cabra some said, demon said another.
 
The property is a half acre, sits back on a huge lot, overgrown grass but I saw what it could be.
 
I spent three months jumpin through hoops and bought the house. I walked my mom into the house and she stopped and looked at me.
 
You were conceived in this house at a party, she said as she looked into my eyes.
 
WHAT?!?!?!
 
I moved in and for the first year my wife and I couldnt sleep in the bedroom. I dunno why, it just felt weird to close my eyes in there. One day I told my neighbor about it and he said when his family owned it, nobody slept in that bedroom either, they slept in the living room, like we were. I chalked it up to the fact that the window in that room is a pos and leaks air, so its kinda cold or kinda hot depending on the weather.
 
One night my wife went to bed. Bout ten minutes later Im sitting on my couch watchin tv and i feel a cold hand on my shoulder. Brrr, I said, have you been outside? There was no response, so I reached up to touch the hand that was still there and you know what? I grabbed my own fucking shoulder.
 
WTF?!?!!?! i JUMPED UP!!!
 
I looked around and nobody was there. Grabbed my glock and spot checked each room. Nothing!
 
Next day I tell my neighbor about it and his wife, whos an islander said, hey, you know your house is haunted right?
 
Huh?
 
Yeah, my husband never told you?
 
I look at my friend, wtf man?
 
5 years ago a meth addict committed suicide in your house, she says. In your bathroom. That tripped me out cuz I always felt really weird in that shower. They gave me some native american herbs to burn but to this day, his wife still refuses to come over. She claims to see spirits and said she could see that they were trying to attack me because I am not afraid of them.
 
My friend began to tell stories of cabinets opening and slamming shut. Of footsteps up the basement stairs. Of chasing shadows through my house with his gun only to have them disappear as he followed them into a room.
 
Some claim this ground is haunted. Many are superstitious. Those who live nearby have terrible luck and there's been two deaths on the property next door since I lived here, about 20 people die a year here, either from gunshots or old age/health probs.
 
Ive seen things in this house too and have been touched on the back more than one time.
 
Now I just dont acknowledge the spirits. I literally say, "youre not welcome here. I have power over you. I command you to leave my house."
 
Maybe im crazy, but my house is definitely haunted. I actually feel compfortable here, but a lot of people get eerie feelings in my house and many just do not feel welcome.

 

I graduated with a degree in English (one of my degrees). I'm a writer, which is probably why it reads like a novel, since I'm a sucker for details.

Everything I wrote happened to me or my family. So to us, it's true, because we experienced it.

Whether its true or not for you is not my concern. I'm just sharing experiences.

Thanks for stoppin by!

 

Not trying to convince you at all. You've made your point.

Please don't derail my thread. I'd appreciate if you let others enjoy the stories.

Thanks bud.

 

My mom got pretty heavy into witch craft when she was in her early twenties. I was just a small boy, probably only a couple years old. She started filling our house with crystal balls and wizards, witches, all kinds of weird shit. She started doing sayances (is that how you spell it?), calling spirits, all that junk due to the fact her brother had just passed. Grief makes people do weird shit.
 
I was about 5 when I started seeing things in my room. Shadows moving across the ceiling. My bedroom door would open and this weird lookin lady with yellow eyes would stare at me. I would hide under my blanket and close my eyes tight. My house was a drug house, walls were always bumpin music well into the night, mom was a dealer (didnt know that back then tho). Anyways I started seeing spirits. My grandma took me to her pastor who laid hands on me and claimed I was a profit. I didnt even know what that meant at 5.
 
One day someone took me to a native american pow wow. My family is heavy into native american stuff because theres lots of native americans on both sides of our family. I was walking through a crowd when this old gray haired native american grandmother grabbed me. Her eyes were blind and it scared me to look at her. She was speaking another language and holding my wrist tightly and wouldnt let go. It started to hurt and when I said it hurt the adults ignored her. They let her finish whatever she was doing then someone took me to a bench and explained to me that what I was seeing was normal, that I had a gift, was a healer, and would experience visions in my life. They told me not to fight it, ignore it or deny it.
 
I was too young to comprehend any of that and I often wonder if that led to delusions being planted into my mind at an early age. I started seeing spirits in public, people no one else could see. Hearing things no one else could hear. I could touch people and have "glimpses" of past or future events in those peoples lives. I always saw this weird colorful orb thingy around my mom and never knew what it meant.
 
One night my mom left me alone and went to a local fair. This lady had a booth set up, crystal balls, all that junk and my mom was looking over her wares. Suddenly, the ladys eyes changed to cat eyes, for a brief moment and my mom was taken aback. The lady told her, I know what you are, I know what you do.
 
The reason she said that is because my mom was fucking with the dark arts. She was literally casting spells on people who had burned her over her dealings and the people she cursed were getting these weird deformed growths on their faces. She quite witch craft that very night, but as a result of word getting out that she was cursing people, tweakers did a home invasion on my house. I was gone that night, but they stole everything, even my toys.
 
People would come over after that and say they saw weird things in our house. One lady ran out screaming, clamining she saw a lion in our bathroom. The lady who said that was a Jehovas witness who had come in and asked to use the restroom.
 
Throughout my life I would start to dream of deaths. Foreign deaths, local deaths, people I knew, people I didnt know. Another odd thing was that adults from all age groups would confide their secrets to me. Id be in a store walking and a guy would bump into me, Id see flashbacks of his life and jump back, hed look at me and say something like, you know dont you. I responded, you kill people. His eyes got weird and he ran away from me. This has happened over a hundred times in my life.
 
Ive seen people being molested through these visions, at one point I wore gloves for years to not touch people. Isolated myself but still dreamt death. I started dreaming my moms friends deaths. I started warning people of the day and time theyd die and give the exact details of their death. Every single one of them came true.
 
My moms friend was an alcoholic. I had a dream one night that he was taking pills in a strange bathroom I didnt recognize. I saw him stumbling drunk, falling on himself. Suddently he slipped on the counter, hit his head on the sink and fell to the floor. I saw his eyes open, staring into me, as if we were laying on the floor next to each other, looking into each others faces. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night and told my mom. By now, I had accurately predicted the deaths of 4 people. My mom started to take it seriously. She called her friend at 4 in the morning. They thought she was tripping. They put me on the phone, I described my dream, her friend didnt believe me but called her son anways. There was no answer. The cops came, broke the door down and found him laying dead in the bathroom, a bloody mark on the sink and a swollen knot that was bleeding on his head. He was in a new apartment I had never been to and yet, I described the place perfectly.
 
It exhausted me to do this. I was physically and emotionally drained every single time, still get that way too. People became scared of me. I was in church one day. I looked at my mom, pointed to a man and said simply, tuesday. She asked how I knew and I said I bumped into him by accident while getting a donut. My mom made it a point to shake his hand and talk to him. I sat near him. He was telling the pastor how he had just got a new truck driving job and was going to start monday. He was clean now, no more hard drugs and was looking forward to being a father to his 4 kids. My heart sank. I felt depressed.
 
He was so full of light, so full of energy. The building we were in was 15 feet from a highway. Thirty yards down the road from there, on Tuesday morning, a diesel truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and swerved into his lane. He died instantly.
 
I couldnt deal with this shit. I started doing drugs to get rid of it. I stayed under the influence of one thing or another for years. Didnt matter. shit just got worse. Now I dont tell people anymore. Nobody wants to know that shit, they think they do, but they dont.
 
I was at a party last year. A women said, I hear you have abilitys, can you see my future, can you see my past. I asked her to stop. She grabbed my arm. I saw her whole life, her step father molesting her as a child, rapes as a teenager, abusive boyfriends. I could see her getting plowed by faceless men, chasing a feeling. I felt sick. She begged me to tell her her future. I looked at her empty and said, youve been through so much and youre going to die alone. I saw her death. It disgusted me. I dont tell anybody this anymore. But from the responses in this thread, nobody will believe this anyways. Nothing new for me tbh.
 
Last year I knew my friends grandma was going to die. I began to sit with her each day and one day he noticed. Then he realized why and he started to cry. He asked me when and I said very soon, a week. He held her and we spent the day lookin at family pics with her. The next week as she held my hand in the hospital she looked in my eyes and said, I see you, I can see you now. Take care of my boy....
 
chills.
 

 

My mom tells this story that when I was first born she woke up one night to a ball of light floating over my crib. She claims she heard a voice from within her tell her to pick me up and follow it. She grabbed me from my crib and wearing only her night gown, she stepped out the trailer door, walked down the little steps and followed the light through a field near some orange groves. She watched the spirit float around until it landed on a certain spot. On that spot she claims to have found a gravesite.
 
The grave was a young boy who was only 9 years old. He told my mother that he was my guardian. He told her not to worry, because my life would be long, I was destined for something great, and would change the lives of many. This was a lot to bear as a child, hearing this story.
 
One day when I was about 20 years old I asked my wife to scan our family photos into digital form. The reason was because my mom had stored our family photos in one of those shitty ten storages and our pictures were molding. My wife went about scanning and restoring pics. One night she was about to go to bed when she goes, omg, babe, come here.
 
I came in to see what she wanted and she said, look at this part of the picture. There was a glowing ball of light in the pic by me as a baby. Weird, I said. Probably just the camera or something.
 
Thats what I thought, she says, except.....well except, I started looking and this orb is in EVERY SINGLE picture that youre in. Not only that, its also in every picture of our oldest son.
 
I get chills now even thinkin about that. Ive always been weird about taking pics but to see a ball of light in every picture Ive ever taken really fucks with me. Funny enough, I took a pic with my neighbor, the one with the islander wife. She pointed out the orb immedietly and then showed me a pic of one of her cousins, who also has an orb in every picture hes ever taken. I dont know wtf any of this shit means, but its pretty damn strange if you ask me.