👻 Ghost Stories

The first encounter I remember was when my daughter was about 12. She has bought a CD and left it on her bed. Later that day she came and told me it was gone so I went to look for it telling her it must have fallen down the side or back. She insisted it couldn't have as it was on the middle of bed. I knelt on floor to look underneath bed as she continued to say it couldn't have fallen, so I said loudly, 'ok whoever took it put it back please' and I laughed. Just then a small ornamental doll of about 2 or 3 inches fell from a shelf about 3 feet away from me and hit my head. It had been up there a few years and never been touched so I thought it strange that it fell. We both were shocked as to how it fell as it really should have hit the floor. Then a loud bang came from another bedroom and we ran to see what it was, but no sign of anything. Some minor things happened in between that I took no notice of. 

At Christmas some time after she got a small laptop. After dinner she went to her bedroom to get it and the screen was smashed inside. No one had been upstairs. I let it pass and told her it must have been faulty. 

One morning I went to her bedroom to make up the bed and as I entered the room a pair of her spectacles literally flew off a shelf past me and landed 3 or 4 feet away. If they just fell they would have landed on the table beneath. This really scared me. At one stage I asked my daughter if anything else happened that she hadn't' told me and apart from seeing a blue light shoot across the kitchen in the dark she said she sees small shadows frequently! I was shocked. 

Then one Halloween night we had been listening to ghost stories on the radio and TV and all went to bed around 1.30am. While in my bedroom I heard my daughter scream. I called to her and she said it's ok. Seconds later she ran in screaming and half dressed and said a hairband she left on her bed was moving. She had seen it move 2 or 3 times. I told her she was imagining it because of the ghost stories we had been listening to, but she insisted it moved. I tried to console her by saying it was from the electricity from her hair but it was a new hairband that hadn't been worn. I went into her room just to check everything was ok for her and as I stood there the hairband which was about a 12 inch oval shape, moved twice right in front of me. I was completely shocked and scared. She had never really been frightened by any of the other things but this really scared her. She slept with us that night but after that went back to her room. She continued to see shadows and would sometimes look over at me when she saw something, but say nothing. Overall this lasted about 2 or 3 years that I know of and then it just stopped. The house we live in was only 4 years old at the time and there are lots of houses close. That was 10 years ago now and I don't think there have been any strange happenings since, that I know about anyway!  👻

I have an unusual experience... This experience is so long that I had to break it apart in "7 stories". These 7 stories are the 7 experiences in total that I had with my so-called Unknown friend.

These stories happened when I was in High school in Canada. I was 18 years old at that time. Since I'm a shut-in person, I don't really like to go outside the house to have fun like other teenagers. I'm content and happy to just stay in my room watching dramas, anime, or playing video games. I wouldn't go outside unless my friends invited me to go somewhere with them. Sometimes they would offer me to eat my favourite food just to make me go outside.

My parents are always at work during day, so after school I'm by myself at home until 9pm when they get home. Even weekends they have work so I'm all alone the whole day.

STORY 1: November 2014 - 3pm

Just got home from school. No one's home. Removing all the clothes, leaving only underwear, I'm preparing to change clothes, when I heard the front door being open then close, and heard footsteps walking on the wooden floor coming to where my room is. Thinking it was my dad coming home early from work, I immediately close the door of my room which is open by then, and get the bathrobe to cover myself. While getting out, I just shout and said, "Hey dad, you're so early today huh?" But, when I went out of the room, to the living room, and to the entrance door... There's no one there.

STORY 2: November 2014 - 3pm

Just got home from school. After I change my clothes, I have a hobby of cleaning the house as my daily basis like doing dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes, and so on, before I go back to my room. While washing the dishes in the kitchen, alone in the house, I started talking to myself about a bunch of stuff happened to me that day. Like, I would said, "I should have ask (name of a friend) to go with me tomorrow" or "I have a feeling I got a pass score on my test this morning". It was kind of a hobby to talked to myself loudly when I was alone. While washing the dishes, I saw a shadow of a person in my back moving, in front of me. The light in the kitchen is at my back above me. So when I face the sink, I will see a grey shaded of my own shadow in front of me. So when I saw a dark shadow moving in front of me, it immediately click to my mind that there's a person behind me. I hurriedly turned my head back but, there's no one there. I remember that time, I heard the sound of my heart beating fast. I then stop washing, leaving the dishes, there's still soap in my hand, and go to my room, open my laptop, connect it to my bluetooth speaker and play music in max volume then, go back to washing again.

STORY 3: November 2014 - 1pm in school (4th period class).

I was seating near the door. The door was close. We were watching movie, when the door knob suddenly moved (like someone wants to open it). I look at the teacher beside me, whose desk is also near the door, if he is going to open it, but not. The doorknob continue to move in 15-20 sec. But still, no one's standing to open it. I don't feel like opening it because I already know, that there's something wrong. After 5-8 minutes The door starts to move again, but this time, the force was so strong that the whole door was shaking. I look at my teacher again and classmates if they are seeing it but, they're still focusing in watching the movie. When I look back at the door, I heard a loud banging sound. It's like something was thrown to the door behind it. In my shock of hearing the loud banging, I accidentally push myself back from the desk in front of me, making my seat a loud noise from moving back. My classmate beside me call me "hey Glady, you alright, what happened?" I look at the door that stop moving, and then, look all of them, staring at me and said "yeah, I'm alright... I just fell asleep. Thanks"

STORY 4: November 2014

After what happened in school (story 3). I started talking to my friends about it, and they are the ones who gave me the idea that it might be an unknown friend. "We're going to your house today, we will see if your unknown friend is there" they said. 4 of my friends went to my house at 3pm after school. We stayed in my room. "what? Where is it? There's nothing here." my friends keep joking about my so-called unknown friend being not showing up. At 7pm, they went home after being picked up by 1 of my friend's parents. The next morning, when I went to school, they were rushing towards me panicking and said... "Glady, your friend, followed us last night." They said that when they're about to get in the car, when they open the door, my friends parents said, "where did you get Sampaguita?" They said that when they open the car door, the parents immediately smell a strong aroma of Sampaguita. It's winter, no flower will bloom, and we don't have sampaguita flowers at home. In Philippines, Sampaguita symbolizes purity, love, and hope. But in religious, there's a superstition that if you smell sampaguita flower even though you know there's no sampaguita there at all. It represent that there's a spirit following you.

STORY 5: November 2014 - 9pm

I was in my room, calling my grandmother in the Philippines who lives in Aklan. I was telling her the story about what was happening to me recently, about my so-called unknown friend. Then she advice me to burn a white paper in the fire with salt, and smoke the house while keep praying. We were still talking on the phone when,
"is there a child beside you?" asked my grandmother.

"There's no one here why?" I replied.

"I hear a child laughing. See? Right there. It's so loud"

"oh... I'm going to call again later granny.".

"ok. But don't forget what I told you."

Then the call ended. I sat on my bed, facing my laptop, thinking about what my grandmother said when I suddenly felt someone's breath, blowing my hair in the left ear. I felt chill and when out of my room. The same night, I told my parents all the story happened to me, and before going to sleep, my mother put up 3 rosaries blessed with holy water in my room.

STORY 6: November 2014 - 3pm

Just got home from school, alone in the house. I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking back the things happened to me. When I started whispering, "I'm not talking to you anymore". I got up and then go to the washroom, looking myself in the mirror when I started saying again, "I don't like you whatever you are." Thinking back, I think I said that because so many things unusual have happened, I'm not comfortable anymore and I know, that something is in there. I got out from the wash room and was going to the kitchen to start washing the dishes when a tissue box fell in front of me. The tissue box is from the top of the cabinet in the kitchen. I need to walk across the cabinet to reach the sink to wash the dishes. I then pick the tissue box up and put it back to its place. When it happens, I decide to play some music to break the silence around the house. But when I was going back to my room to play a music, it falls again.

STORY 7 LAST: November 2014 - 3am

The night after story 6. I was sleeping in my bed, having a nice dream, when I suddenly woke up and saw 2 persons standing on my bed, beneath my feet. Because there's no light in the room, I can't see their faces, but I know that it was 2 guys. I was just going to scream when in just a mere second they're above me (it's like they teleported), holding both of my hands and mouth close to my face. I saw them clearly, there is no face, its all grey. And I don't know why but even though they're not holding my leg, feet, and body, I can't move. Then I started to feel I was pulling down in my bed, it's like there's a hole where I was lying. I keep calling my mom, whose in the next room but there's no sound. I keep resisting, it goes in 8-10 seconds, but when I started crying, I was so shock that they're just suddenly gone. It's like, I woke up in my dream then, woke up again. I then, slowly get up on the bed, turn the lights on, I don't dare to look back at my bed because I feel heat around my back. It's the feeling that someone is standing to your back to block out the air and just feel the body heat. My neck feels hot, even my ear feels hot. I got goosebumps all over my neck. I open the door of my room, got out, go to my parents room, and start crying. I spend the rest of the night sleeping with them.

Since then, my so-called unknown friend didn't show up. Nothing happens too. Back to normal.

In the last 7 story, I know that what happened to me is sleep paralysis. I often have that, but not to this extent that i'll cry running to my parents. I'm 18 years old that time.  👻

I entitled this story in Spanish (which literally means 'White Lady in Laguna') to emphasize the girl's description. 

Before I start my story, I would like to reiterate a disclaimer. I have not experienced it first hand but most of my relatives did so, I guess, I better share it here. I will use my relatives' initials so readers will not be confused. 

It happened in one of the municipalities of the province of Laguna in the Philippines. My mom's sister (with her family) lives there up until now. Every summer and Christmas vacation, my other cousins and I usually stay there to have fun, relax and bond with our relatives. 

I can no longer recall the exact year the incident happened but I think I was between 9-12 years old back then. J, K, Jr (my cousins), G (my younger sister) and I were always together doing stuff. Sometimes we play outside, or indoors, or have some food trippings, or just chill and share ghost stories. As kids, for the sake of sharing, we tend to imagine things and create a story and just be persuasive enough so that others may feel that the story was real. So, I shared them about my made-up story about a white lady in our home. I made sure that it will look very real so they will be scared, thus, making my story believable. 

When it was J's turn, by the way, J and Jr were brothers, he told us about this certain lady, dressed in old Spanish looking white kamiseta, with hair tied in a perfect bun, with neck collar, but no one can see her face. Of course, I thought, just like me, J was just making up that story. As he continued his story, this lady, who was mostly seen roaming around the subdivision club house, was already famous within the homeowners. 

Some saw her walking towards the playground. Some saw her standing near a tree in the same club house. Or sometimes, just walking without specific direction and then vanish into thin air. Some claimed to have been visited by this lady right in their own homes. 

That same night when my cousins and I were sharing ghost stories, my aunt told us to call it a night and have a sleep since we will be going to an amusement park the next day and we need to prepare and to have enough energy. 

The next day, I remember the adults and some older cousins talking at the veranda. My uncle said that after my aunt has put us to sleep, he heard some unrecognizable noise in the living room so he went outside their room to check. No one was there except a silhouette of a lady sitting near the dining room. Since uncle has a bad eyesight, he thought the lady was my older cousin. He shrugged it off and just told the lady to sleep. The odd thing was, that Jn just came home that morning because she slept in her best friend's house also in that subdivision. So, there's no way she will be in the house that night. 

Others may say, maybe my uncle was just imagining things since he has bad eyesight, and it's night time, with dim lights coming from the front yard. But no, after that incident, a group of young adults (college students doing their thesis) said that they actually saw a lady entering the house. They were actually scared for what they saw because of the infamous white lady. It was near the time when my uncle saw the silhouette. 

Another incident was when we were playing outside. We were so mischievous when we were young. We press the door bells of the neighboring houses then even before they open the gate, we run as fast as we could so the people of the house will not see us. One time, my younger sister pressed a door bell of a big house. We ran as fast as we could but my sister did not. We went back to her and told her to go and run so the owner of the house will not catch us. But she said that, there's no need to run because the owner already saw us. She said that there's a lady voice from the inside who shouted at us. From what she heard, it said "Hoy! Tigilan nyo na yan." (Hey! Stop that). My cousin Jr peeked at the inside of the house and he said that indeed there was a lady sitting in a chair but he can't see the face. The lady seemed to be doing something in her clothes. We all then said our apologies to the lady. 

But, before we leave, a car stopped and a family of four alighted. They were the owners of the house. Jr told the guy who was the same age as him, that a lady shouted at us. Well, we thought that's their aunt or older cousin. But, the guy said that no one was there. They all left to go to Batangas 2 days ago and they just came back. So, the question was, WHO WAS THAT LADY WHO SHOUTED AT US? The lady that my cousin saw doing something in her clothes. 

I am trying to recall the other stories but since I was very young that time, I already forgot them. All I know is that the white lady has come to the knowledge of the community priest so I heard they made some rituals. Some houses were renovated. In fact my aunt and uncle's house were also renovated. I haven't gone to Laguna for a long time now so I am not sure if the infamous white lady still scares the place. 

From what I heard also, there's a story of a girl who went missing during the Spanish era. She was found later on a creek (the place where the club house is located), dead. No one knew what exactly happened to her. There's also a story circulating that she was raped and killed. Or, some said that she was actually an ilustrado (elite) based on the dress she was wearing, who fell in love with an indio (poor) who betrayed her and with that, she killed herself. Some also said that since she's an ilustrado, her family never approved of her relationship with an indio so she killed herself. 

Neither of the theories were proven. Whether she was killed or took her own self, no one will now. I will ask my cousins bout this lady when we got together soon. 👻

As I have described before, I am an engineer and I seek logical (known physics-based) reasons for things that occur. However, I have come to realize that not all things can be explained within the bounds of my engineering textbooks. As I relate this story, I find myself wanting to stress the details. For me, the details lend themselves to a knowledge that what I experienced was based on factual observations. I would like to consider the following a listing of true facts, and where I include reference to my emotional state, I include it in that same train of thought: to list the facts of my mental and emotional state in case my state of mind at that time would have somehow influenced my observations. I am deliberately trying not to "make a long story short". I believe that details are important to establish the facts, and I believe the facts will show that I have certainly experienced an encounter with the (as-yet) unexplained. 

Again, forgive me if this will tend to be lengthy. I appreciate your patience as I try to explain. I think you will find the long read worthwhile. 

I was traveling with a colleague to Bangkok, Thailand for some business meetings. For those that may know Thailand, it is a country that has ghosts and spiritualism deeply ingrained into their philosophy and outlook. Since I had an important business meeting, I chose a hotel near the customer office which I stayed at only a few times before (without any incidents). 

Upon arriving at the hotel at 3pm, I had some time to kill before meeting with my coworker at 5pm when we decided we would go out to dinner. I decided to iron my clothes for the week so that I would not be bothered in the mornings. I promptly set out to do this, but it is important to know the layout of the room. The bathroom was immediately on the righthand side as I entered the main door. Past the bathroom door was the closet. In fact, the bathroom door and closet door were one and the same, a sliding door. When the door was pushed to the right, the bathroom would be closed and the closet would be open. When the door was slid to the left, the bathroom door would be open and the closet would be shut. Further past the closet the room opened out for the bed (next to the bathroom) then a nightstand and finally a desk under the window. The only thing not typical with the room was that the wall separating the sleeping room from the bathroom was glass so that I could see into the bathroom from the bed. I would be looking through the shower but the bathroom sink was clearly visible from the bed. 

I was busy ironing my shirts in front of the closet so that I could hang them up immediately after ironing them. Iron, hang, iron, hang. In order to do this, the door was slid all the way to the right, meaning that the bathroom was closed. As it approached 5pm, I put away the ironing and wanted to go into the bathroom to freshen up for going to dinner. As I attempted to slide the door to the bathroom open, I found that I could not. It wouldn't budge. I thought immediately that somehow the latch must have been such that when I closed the door to iron, the latch had locked itself. Annoyed at this delay, I called down to the front desk to explain that the bathroom door was locked and waited while she sent a repairman to my room. He duly came and with a screwdriver managed to open the lock mechanism from the outside of the bathroom and left. I quickly freshened up and left the room a bit late to meet with my coworker. At the time, I thought nothing strange of this incident, and I gave it no second thought as we went to enjoy a delicious dinner (Thai being my favorite food in all the world). 

It was about 11:30 pm when we returned to the hotel and I entered my room. For the sake of stating the facts, I will say that I had been drinking at dinner and while I was not exactly sober, I was far from being debilitated. I would not have allowed myself to drive, but I was fully functioning and certainly in my right mind. My computer was on my desk and I responded to a few emails before deciding that I needed to sleep in order to be fresh for my important meeting in the morning. I prepared for sleep in the bathroom and then laid down on the bed. Next to the bed was that nightstand, and on the nightstand was one of those control boxes that contain the A/C controls and light switches. American hotels usually do not have these devices, but they are in most Asian hotels that I have stayed at. It is important to this story know how these devices work. Simply, there are buttons on the control box that when pushed will turn on or off the lights. Each light in the room had a button that could be turned off at that control box. The switches at the lights themselves worked as well, but they can be centrally controlled at that control box. 

As I said, I laid down on the bed, ready for sleep. I then reached over to the control box and turned off the lights to the room and bathroom. Laying back, I had my eyes closed and I remember I was thinking about the big meeting the next day, so I was certainly not yet asleep. You can imagine my surprise, then, when suddenly the bathroom light turned on. My eyes opened and I looked to my left into the bathroom (remember, the bathroom had a glass wall allowing me to see into the bathroom). I lay there looking into the bathroom thinking how odd it was that the light had turned on, but I saw nothing of interest in the bathroom. While contemplating the oddness of the light turning on all by itself, I remembered also hearing a sort of scratching or clacking noise that occurred at the same time that the bathroom light turned on. 

My mind had not made any jump to supernatural explanations at this point. I simply wanted to turn the light off and sleep. So I did just that, reaching over to push the button on the control box and turning off the light. I settled my head back down on the pillow and resumed to consider my presentation for the next day. About 15 seconds later, I heard the same scratching/clacking coming clearly from the bathroom and even though my eyes were closed, I could tell that the bathroom light turned on again. I am pretty sure my head snapped to the left and I stared into the (empty) bathroom. I remember holding that position and staring into the bathroom, my mind searching for some explanation. Faulty wiring was the logical explanation my mind fastened on. Grasping at that thought, I reached over to the control box to turn off the light and settled myself down again. 

Sure enough, about 15 seconds after I had resumed laying down, the same noises were heard and the bathroom light turned on yet again. It was at this point that I could feel myself start to get a bit nervous. Having a light switch itself on three times is enough to start anyone searching explanations beyond faulty wiring. From my position in bed, I did all I could to see into the bathroom, but my visual search did not show anything of note. Deliberately, I once again leaned over to turn off the bathroom light using the control box. 

I was trying very hard to remain calm and I remember thinking that if I got myself worked up, then my big meeting the next day would not go as well as could be. With this thought in mind, I forced myself to remain calm and closed my eyes. I waited for around the same amount of time as the three times before, half expecting the light to turn on again. This time it didn't turn on, and that relieved me. As I waited longer, my mind was thinking over the strange occurrence and somehow I got it into my mind that I wanted to turn on the bathroom light. Sitting up, I reached over to the control box and pushed the button. To my immense surprise, the bathroom light would not turn on. I pushed it several times, pushing harder with each subsequent attempt. It was no use, the bathroom light would not turn on, and when I tried to turn on any other light in the room, no lights in the room would turn on. At this point I admit that I was becoming upset. 

I fumbled to find the phone and called down to the front desk. I explained to her that the lights would not come on in my room, and she kindly suggested that I need to put the key into the slot to activate the power to the room. I found this suggestion rather silly but it actually relieved me a bit, sort of bringing me back to reality. I assured her that my key was in the slot and had been in the slot. We agreed that it would be best if someone came up to check. After hanging up, I sat on the desk by the window (the farthest point away from the bathroom) and stared into the dark trying to see into the bathroom. Of course, my mind was racing for explanations and causes. It was during this intense period in the dark when the knock on the front door had me nearly jump out of my skin. Luckily, it was the night repairman sent to my room. Here was a real person, and the thought of this man coming seemed to strengthen my resolve. And I needed a lot of resolve, because in order to open the front door, I had to walk past the bathroom door (which I did walking sideways and never taking my eyes off of the darkness in the bathroom). 

His first action was to check the slot on the wall to make sure that my key was indeed there. Assured that it was, he moved over to the control box and testing it found that it would not turn on the lights for him either. In broken English, he made me understand that he wanted to change that box out, that the problem surely rested with the box. I was very relieved, for here surely was the cause of all my problems. Faulty circuits indeed, and the control box seemed to be the cause. This assurance, however, went only so far as I was forced to sit in the dark again waiting for him to get a new control box. I resumed my seat on the desk at the farthest possible distance from the bathroom that I could get. I will admit my nerves were a bit frayed as I jumped a second time when he knocked on his return about 15 minutes later. 

He commenced to changing the control box and when he had finished, he showed me with pleasure how a mere press of the buttons would turn on the lights in the room. I was certainly relieved that here was the logical explanation for all those times the light turned on by itself. Thanking him, I was ready to finally get to sleep for my big meeting in the morning. Before laying down, I made sure to push every button on that control box multiple times, turning on and off every light in the room. Satisfied, I decided it was time for sleep, but I needed to use the toilet before settling down. Going into the bathroom, I even stood at the light switch in the bathroom, flicking it on and off several times watching my wryly smiling face in the mirror, partly ashamed of my thoughts that this was anything but faulty circuits. 

Then, my eyes came to rest on the bathroom door, focusing on the lock of the bathroom door. Somewhere in the back of my head came the memory of that afternoon where the door had become locked. For about a minute I stared at the lock thinking it strange that it had locked by itself. I remember distinctly thinking that no faulty electrical circuit was going to make a door lock all by itself. Walking over to the lock, I turned my attention to it for the first time, leaning over it and poking at it. I tried multiple ways to set it so that it was halfway thrown and that it would be able to lock itself upon closing. I could not seem to find a way how it would do that. 

However, my investigation into the lock would remain incomplete. It was cut short while I was leaning over the lock, poking at it. Because directly at that time when I investigating the lock, I heard the scratching noise directly behind me and the bathroom light turned off, leaving me in complete darkness. 

Within a matter of moments, I had determined that whatever was responsible for the lights and for the locked door did not want me in that hotel room that night. In the dark I came back to the control box next to the bed, but could not turn on any light in the room. My mental state at this time was quite a bit agitated, as you may guess. I called the front desk and told her that I need to switch rooms and switch rooms right now. She hesitated for a half a beat before she said someone will be right by to help me with my things. It probably took me half a minute in the dark to throw everything of mine (including my nicely ironed shirts) into my suitcase and I was out of the room long before anyone could assist. In my haste in the dark I had not seen a stack of expense receipts I left on the desk and needed someone collect a few weeks later (which could have costed me thousands of dollars in unreimbursed business expenses). That was my state of mind at the time, but one thing was certain - I was not going to be disturbing that spirit in the room any more. 

People have suggested to me that this certainly was a case of faulty wiring (electrical), and I grant that it may be so. It may also be coincidental that the lock (mechanical) was also faulty. However, I find it compelling that the electrical problem resurfaced (even with a new control box) at the precise time that I was looking at the lock. The timing of it all strikes me as well. For instance, during the time I was writing emails there were no occurrences of the bathroom light turning on. That only started after I laid down. For me, this sequence of events is too much of a coincidence to be faulty this plus faulty that. However, I present this to you for your consideration.  👻

Iremember this experience like it was yesterday. About 25 years ago when I was only 7, my family and I visited my cousin and her family in Sacramento on a Saturday. They lived in an apartment right next to a cemetery with an elementary school right behind the apartment complex. This was definitely located in a rough neighborhood. My cousin, who was the same age as me, brought me and my older brother to the school's playground. My brother brought a basketball and played at the courts by himself and I was playing on the structure with my cousin. Randomly, my cousin said she had to run home with no explanation whatsoever. She just took off. For some reason, I didn't question her or decide to follow her. I just sat on the structure next to the slide. Then I heard what sounded like two voices, one on each side of my ears, grunting at me. I felt the presence almost like the voices came from two people standing on either side of me. My heart dropped and I wanted to faint. I screamed for my brother who I was playing on the courts and before I can even tell him what was going on, he started sprinting off. I ran after him with my shoes halfway on. 

When we ran back to my cousin's house, my brother said he started running because he heard constant banging against the school bungalow and angry grunting voices chasing after him. We went upstairs to look for my cousin and when we entered her room, she was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, staring off into space. We screamed her name and she just slowly turned her head to look at us. She looked like she was drugged as just mumbled something to us. We couldn't figure out what she was saying so we just left her room. My brother and I then told our parents and aunts and uncles what happened to us, and they just laughed it off. When it was around dinner time, we all gathered at the dinner table and my cousin came out of her room from upstairs acting normal again. Like nothing happened. 

My brother and I remember everything to this day. We've reminded our cousin of that day numerous times and she cannot remember anything. We brought it up to her a couple months ago and, still, she didn't recall ever taking us to that school. I don't know if she was so scared that she just tried to shut that part of her memory out (she always seemed slightly annoyed every time we bring it up), or if she truly cannot remember. It was definitely one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced. 👻

**English is not my first language so I'm sorry if I have mistakes***



I watch these youtubers named Sam and Colby. They make videos about exploring haunted places and I find them really interesting. One day in the summer this year my dad asked me what I watch on youtube and I told him about these youtubers and how interesting they are to me and he told me that he actually experienced something paranormal when he was little.



When my dad was 6 years old, he was staying at his grandma's house that is far from his hometown. He was asleep and out of nowhere he wakes up and to see this black male figure with outlines that were glowing. My dad got so scared that he screamed at the top of his lungs and the figure disappeared. He ran to his grandma's room. He told her what happened and she was calming him and said "Don't worry he is gone now" and he never saw him again. My dad was also telling me how he always felt this really weird energy in that house. He felt like he wasn't alone and that really scared him and when he was sleeping he would hear breathing in his ear even tho he was alone. This was happening really often to him and he was always really scared and because of that he really hates that house.



This is not part of the story but my dad also told me that a few years ago at his work (he is a police officer) this crazy man was getting arrested for killing one of his relatives. I don't know how this works but I think he was being questioned in a room and when my dad and his co worker walked into that room their heads started hurting so bad that my dad couldn't handle it and walked out of the room and his head was fine and for the rest of that day my dad stayed away from that man.
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It's crazy just think about the whole experience. In 2017, I was in the bathroom soaking up in a nice spiritual bath I found that is suppose to clean my aura. I got a pound of baking soda, sea salt, and sprinkle some basil into my water. 

I live in my grandparents house and I would experience a lot of activities. But I caught something on my cell phone photo while I was soaking. I felt like something was in the bathroom with me. I would hear distinction voices talking in the house a lot along with shadows and knocking. While I was in the tub soaking... I was already feeling uneasy so I took a picture by my legs were I felt most uneasy. Something came out in my picture. It looks like a snake mouth with white eyes a nose and it's mouth to the left of my picture as of it was leaving me. I saved it. 

Things like jars and different objects would fly or break clean in half out my hands. At night I would hear knocking on the wall of my room by my papa's side of the bed every time I would sleep on his side. I opened the drawers and look to see where it was coming from. I had no explanation. I would see shadows moving along the walls and I start to think I was crazy and I grew very very depressed and weary of negative feelings that was not my own... Thought of suicide, death, evil things that didn't belong to me as if I was possessed. I moved out but it maybe followed me. 

I recently lost my father as well and I was there when he took his last breath. When he did I saw purple light move from out of him floating on his head. I see them a lot they turned yellow, pink and white, blue but mostly I see purple lights and white sparkles a lot as if they were stars shining.  👻

When I was around 15 or 16 y/o, I witnessed something very unusual and strange which I still have no idea about and can only relate it with the paranormal. 

This never really spooked me out at first but now remembering it, is enough to send shivers down my spine. To begin with the story, I cannot point the finger to exactly when it started and when it came to an end but one night out of the blue, there was a very loud noise of the kitchenware being smashed around. Like the glasses breaking, other metals and plastic things getting shattered etc. It was so clear and close that I can tell it was from my place. 

I told my parents immediately and we went to the kitchen but no clue of anything. Again after returning to the bedroom I could hear it, getting louder. I was scared as if someone or something is really dangerous that shouldn't be ignored just like that. But all I could to do was feel scared continuously for minutes, pray in my head and try to figure out what it was. That night, I slept a little late but it continued in the consecutive days and everytime it was so unnerving and I did not understand how my parents cannot hear it. I used to have thoughts as if the next second someone would trespass and cause hurt. Because, at that time I was nowhere near to any ghostly thoughts, I again tried to conclude it as some annoying neighbours. And if it is something haunted then that was enough to make me sick in the stomach. 

We live in an apartment building on the 3rd floor and a little brief about the noise - it only occured at midnights and it was so loud that it couldn't be from my neighbour's place it had to be so near that I was puzzled already. Continuing to next few days, I again informed my parents that it really freaks me out and I can't sleep without getting disturbed almost daily, due to that. But they only doubted me for cracking pranks on them and told me to shut it and sleep which I did. It lasted for a couple of months 2 or 3 and then stopped on it's own. 

In between those months, there was a certain period of time when I realised that something was actually fishy about this whole scenario which went unseen until now, because of the fact that both the neighbouring buildings on our side are vacant from a long time and on the front there's a main road and a park and on the back there are slums which are nowhere near to our territory. It is impossible to listen so clear sounds from other buildings in the area which are afar. The other floors/ apartments in our building were also vacant at that time. Also, the most important fact that those sounds were so close as if from my own kitchen, contrary, to which the kitchen was always clean not even a spoon displaced from its previous position. The more I used to dwell in it, the more scarier it got. 

I'm not saying we live in the countryside or something. We reside at one of the most busy streets of the city but, maybe coincidentally at that period of time- our building (except for our flat), our neighbouring houses were vacant. I am also not saying that those other buildings could be the source of anything evil because those noises, I still remember, everytime I heard them I could only tell it was from my own kitchen which was scary. The noise being so loud and clear, why was it only heard by me? And why, until date I'm completely clueless about it's source? Given, if they were due to something other than paranormal, then how is it possible for someone to daily smash things around for like 10 to 15 minutes "continuously", and that too daily at midnights? 

It would be sheer lie if I said I wasn't affected by it, because I was. But not as much (maybe because it wasn't harmful in any way). I used to feel really irritated due to those sounds and scared also but dose off to sleep after sometime. My parents were also starting to get annoyed with me as we had checked our kitchen for like the hundredth time during that period of month and they never even encountered any such noise. I'd never wish to discuss on it any further with them or anyone else for that matter because I know it's hard to believe but I'm convinced that it could be paranormal. Later, it only became a bad memory from the past. But now, thinking back on it, it seems spookier. Also because one of these days it happened again. Just for once though, like a reminder. 

Any suggestions? And Thanks for reading. Regards.  👻

My name is Mike. I'm a US Army veteran and this is a true story of events which occurred during my time stationed in Hawaii. I am writing it to the best of my memory of the occurrences. The exact address and community name have been omitted as it is not my intention to negatively impact the housing community where these events took place. I will start with how I arrived there to begin with. 

The story begins in late 2011. I had just completed basic training at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina and was living at Fort Eustis, Virginia. My wife Nicole lived in apartment off base while I stayed on base during the week, finishing up my military job training at the Army Aviation Logistics School on base. 

I completed my training after several months and found out, to my astonishment, that the Army would be stationing me in Hawaii with the 25th Infantry Division. It was very short notice and there was little time to prepare but luckily we didn't have a lot of stuff to move at the time. 

Nicole was a little stressed to move across the world on short notice, especially never having lived so far from family and home, but she was also very excited at the thought of living in Hawaii of all places, as was I. Hawaii is an exciting place to be at any age but Nicole and I were both in our early 20s and ready to hit the beach. 

Preparing to leave Virginia, we shipped out our furniture, took a road trip to visit some family and say goodbye, then upon our return to Virginia we shipped our car out as well. The Army provided us each one way airline tickets to Oahu, Hawaii and we were on our way. 

It seemed too good to be true. We had only seen Hawaii in postcards and on TV or in magazines. It was a place where rich old people went or couples went for a short honeymoon. It was hard to imagine what it was going to be like when we looked out the airplane window and saw Waikiki Beach, Diamond Head volcano, and Pearl Harbor. I closed my eyes and slept. 

A long flight later we finally heard the Captain call over the intercom system that we were approaching Oahu. Minutes later we arrived over Oahu during the daylight. It was unbelievable to see from the sky. The water was so clear and blue. We exited the plane. 

It was a little while before Christmas and it was in the 70s. We rented a car at the airport, checked into our hotel and started to drive around exploring Pearl Harbor and the rest of the island before heading back to our hotel for the night. 

I checked in at the Army base and began a long process of paperwork and immunizations, introductory briefings and so on. The process took multiple days and in a few days or a week I was done and heading to my new unit where I was assigned. 

My wife and I had found the perfect spot to call home. A decent-sized rental in the town of Kapoei, just down a short road from the beach. The neighborhood was peaceful, quiet and always well kept. All our personal property, as well as our car, arrived to the port in no time. We were soon set up and settled in. 

My unit was ramping up for a deployment to Khandahar Afghanistan with lots of work and lots of training. I began spending very long days at the base and weeks at a time on another island for training drills. The long hours at the base also meant I had our only vehicle most of the day. 

My wife, being alone all day, finally decided to adopt two dogs from the ASPCA which was very nearby. In fact, it was within walking distance at the time. Our dogs are both Pitbull mixes and, despite the reputation of the breed, they are more friendly and loving than most dogs I've ever known. The dogs kept my wife company and kept her busy. She began to train them and take them for long walks at the beach. It helped to pass time during the long days I worked at the base and the many weeks at a time I spent away at training off the island. 

When I was home we liked to spend our time together exploring the trails and other interesting places around the island. One day we started to explore the wooded area near our house. The surrounding area was called Barber's Point. 

We stumbled upon what seemed like sprawling flat level areas taken back by the vegetation. Upon walking around one could barely make out the ground underfoot was actually closer to a parking lot than soil. Grass had simply shot up through the broken aged and cracking surface which was once asphalt. We saw railroad tracks leading toward the beach with trees grown up through the wooden beams. 

The place had a very creepy feeling. It was still and silent but you could almost sense that the place was once booming with hustling, bustling work crews and noisy equipment whirring and grinding. There was once a lot of motion here. A lot of work took place here and it echoed with the voices of people long since passed. 

Researching the area later that night, we discovered that this was a staging area for WWII supplies to be used in island battles against the Japanese. It was used to prepare for battles like Iwo Jima, Okinawa and Tarawa in the bloody fight to storm beaches and take heavily fortified positions on Japanese islands. We had heard about many haunted areas around the island and brushed it off as people trying to be interesting, but something about this place really made the hair on our necks stand up. There was an energy still present behind that silent breeze, motion far beyond the gentle silent sway of the grass. Although desolate, there was the feeling of many eyes upon us from all around when standing in that place. 

The Hawaiian locals seemed to have a real understanding of spiritual phenomenon throughout the island and it's sometimes bloody history. There were many stories about the night marchers, the long dead warriors who roam the island. Ghostly drums and chanting have been heard on many occasions with no explanation as these ghostly groups pass through the night. 

Fascinated by these stories but bored at home one night, we decided to pull out our Ouija board and see if we could possibly contact a spirit on this ancient and historic island. "Is there a spirit here who would like to communicate?" We asked. The planchette moved to yes repeatedly. We asked "Are you good or evil?" At this point the planchette moved to the image of the moon on the board. "How did you die?" we asked. At this question the board spelled out a number. Just to make sure we weren't misreading, we asked again. It spelled out this same three digit number over and over again every time we repeated the question "How did you die?" 

Next we asked, "Can you give us a sign if you are here?" Suddenly our floor lamp flickered on, illuminating the dark room like a flash and then turned back off immediately. All questions afterward only moved to the moon over and over again with each question we asked. Getting nowhere we said goodbye and called it a night. 

Things were going great for a while but as time went on that all started to change. The dogs began to act strange in the house. Maybe they are just adjusting to life in our home, we thought. But as the days went by their strange behavior turned to downright creepy behavior. One night we awoke to the low sound of growling in the darkness, coming from the foot of the bed. I initially figured one of the dogs must be having a bad dream or hearing some off noises outside. With the light of my phone I sat up and peered down to find one of the dogs sitting up tall, fully attentive, ears perked and eyes staring straight ahead into the darkened hallway. He was staring with such focus and intent that I could swear there was someone standing just outside the doorway looking back at him from the dark hall near our stairway. He appeared to be staring up as if looking into the face of this invisible entity. A quick check with my phone light revealed no one there. This behavior became a common occurrence at night. 

One night I awoke to an especially horrible growling. This time at the left foot of the bed near the closet. I sat up and again, using the light of my phone, realized my dog was glaring straight up toward the attic door this time. The attic door was really just a wooden access panel on the ceiling of my walk-in closet. Birds? Maybe mice? I thought. I had to be up early so I calmed the dog, petted him and went back to sleep. 

Every weekday, in the early mornings around 4:30 AM, I would walk downstairs, start some coffee and begin to get ready for morning exercises at the base. I always let the dogs outside while I got my bag packed and lunch ready. Once ready I'd let the dogs in, lead them back up to the room, kiss my wife goodbye for the day and head off to the base. 

The growling continued to occur from time to time until one weekday morning as usual I woke up at 4:30. The dogs stood up, yawning and stretched and shook off in excitement to go outside. I walked downstairs with the dogs following close behind me like always. We got to the bottom of the stairs, turned left and started down the hallway toward the dark living room when all of a sudden both dogs froze dead in their tracks on either side of me. I said, "Come on, boys, let's go outside" and patted my thigh three times, but they didn't budge. They looked paralyzed with fear, staring at something across the room. I followed their gaze and it led straight into the darkened far corner of the living room. It was too dark to see anything but I could feel a presence there in the shadows glaring back at me with an antagonistic and laser-like focus that sent chills down my spine. 

In a split second both dogs turned and bolted for the stairs, frantically running up the hard steps with everything they had, paws slipping, claws scratching and elbows knocking wood as they desperately tried to scramble back to the safety of the bedroom. I quickly flipped on the living room light and found myself staring straight into an empty corner. There was simply nothing there. 

As I prepared my lunch in the kitchen I could feel something standing an inch behind me. Staring blankly at the back of my head. Like the dead breath of some sort of corpse making the hair on my neck tingle. It was an unnerving feeling and I knew for the first time then and there that something definitely wasn't right. When I got back upstairs the dogs we're hiding under the bed shaking. They absolutely refused to budge. Whatever they had seen in the living room had really scared them. 

As time went on my wife began to experience terrifying sleep paralysis. My dog Milo, who normally awoke us growling, was now glued to her bedside at night. He refused to move. He would no longer even leave the bedside to go outside in the mornings. Maintaining his position and guarding her as she slept, even standing guard outside the door anytime she was in the bathroom. Despite all this, many nights she would awake in horror unable to move her body or speak in any way. 

At the time we did not fully attribute this to anything paranormal but it soon became clear that there was a presence in that house and it was focused directly on her. She started to get strange feelings like she was being peeked at from around corners or from dark rooms. Like someone staring, looking out at her from the corners with only the smallest portion of one eye from the darkened rooms of the house or the stairwell. It seemed to happen more when I was not there or when she was distracted. Seeing shadows move out of the corner of her eye. The dogs could often be seen barking and growling at something or someone just out of sight. Looking upward as if into the face of a person just around the corner. 

The paranormal activity intensified. I awoke to growling again one night as usual but suddenly my eyes shot open and I sat up realizing that it was not a familiar growl. It was not coming from the doorway or foot of the bed this time. In fact it was not a dog at all! It was clearly coming directly from the empty space between my wife's pillow and mine! It was unlike any dog growl. It was deep and demon-like. I knew something unseen was there. 

The next few days only brought worse. My wife filled the dogs' food bowls for breakfast and set the bowls down on the floor of the dining room. A moment later the bowl she had just set down flew across the room hitting the wall with a metallic crash as dog food rained down onto the hard tile floor and the bowl noisily whirled to its final resting place upside down. 

I was past the point of fear of it and well into anger at it. We'd close our eyes to go to sleep, it was standing over us like a dark shadow. We'd close our eyes to wash our faces, it was breathing down our necks. We'd close our eyes to wash our hair in the shower, it was peeking in from the edge of the curtain. We would be talking while doing random tasks such as washing our faces and we would hear a metallic-like voice mimic us from a foot away. 

"I'll turn on some warm water," I'd said one night getting ready for bed. A second later a robotic voice next to us simply said "WARM WATER". I had had it. "Yeah yeah WARM WATER... Shut up" I mocked it. 

This brought a new era of intensity. My wife was laying on the bed with the cat next to her when suddenly the cat stood us and went stiff, hair standing on end, the cat suddenly began freaking out and staring into the hall. She followed the cat's eyes and could see a large black mass come up the stairs, sort of roam around the hall and then enter the bathroom outside our bedroom door. We started hearing blaring voice phenomena, the decibel levels of which nothing in our house was even mildly capable of producing. It was louder than a concert speaker and sounded like a distressed male voice yelling frantically through static at the top of his lungs but we could never make out what he was saying. 

The first time we heard this we literally ran outside and looked out expecting the whole neighborhood to be outside their houses scratching their heads and looking puzzled into the sky like we were, but nobody else seemed to hear it at all. Not even our neighbors who shared a wall! Impossible! It was unbelievable! This happened many times over. My dogs would freak out at this sudden noise. The intensity of it would cause us to grit our teeth and squint our eyes as we would nearly jump out of our skin because it was so sudden and deafeningly loud. How were the windows not shattering? 

The insanity with Nicole's sleep paralysis was still occurring as well. I sat near her while she drifted off to sleep on the couch one night. The dogs were sleeping. The lights were on. Suddenly I felt that old familiar presence again. I snapped my eyes up and there stood a shadow figure with red eyes against the wall behind my wife. Rage shot from me and straight into its face as it crouched and darted into my dark laundry room. I had finally seen it! This entity was a coward and wanted to creep around at night and then scamper away in fear when confronted. 

The next morning I made a point to walk down stairs without turning on a light. "It likes to hide in the shadows, well I'm going to confront it in the safety of its little shadows. I will give it no space to hide," I thought. I immediately sensed it hiding, crouching in the furthest corner of the dark living room. I could sense its gaze and I stared straight back hoping to see its cowardly face. It scampered again to the dark laundry room as I power-walked in and, for the last time ever, saw this black crouching figure against the far wall curled up with its knees to its chest sitting on the floor cowering and staring up at me as I were about to beat it. 

"YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. YOU ARE DEAD! NOW GET OUT!" I said angrily with my stare burning a hole into it. I watched it sink backwards into the wall as if falling over the edge of a cliff. It did a backward somersault and was gone. 

After that we never saw it again. My wife's sleep paralysis finally stopped. Our life slowly returned to normal and the dogs calmed down with time. We no longer live there but I will never forget the strange and unexplained experiences of that house in Hawaii.   👻