4. audizzy

I was 6 at the time, and head down the hallway to my room. The hallway has two door on the left, the first one leads to the bathroom, the second is the room my younger brother (5 at the time) and I share. It is just the two of us in the house.

As I am walking to my room, I decide that if I see my brother I am going to tackle him and start horsing around. At that exact moment he walks out of his room. I start talking to him, and he says he really needs to poop. I figured it would be best not to tackle him when he is on the verge of taking a shit and walk into my room. He waves to me as he closes the bathroom door. I open up the bedroom door and find my brother sitting on the couch watching tv.

I quickly run back to the bathroom and open the door to find it empty. I run over to him and ask him if he was just in the hallway talking to me. He shook his head, and to this day he still doesn’t know what I am talking about if I ask him about it.

There is no way that he could have gone back into our bedroom from the bathroom. If it was him trolling me he would have told me by now (14 years have passed). I know what I saw and I just can’t explain what it was, and it gives me the creeps to this day.

5. mugenTaichou

I had my usual internet night and was alone with my sister because mom went to take care of sick grandma who was in really bad shape. I decide to hit bed around 4:30 AM, and I couldn’t crack a zzz so I started to imagine various crap to soothe myself to sleep. Anyways, after 20 minutes I get this vivid image of my childhood street, it looked like it was one on those warm summer days, really bright and stuff, from the spot where I was standing I could see my grandmas balcony, only for it to go completely pitch black after few seconds. I get into panic attack, start to hyperventilate and just jump straight out of the bed for a smoke. Thought about picking up a phone but I just calmed myself down into thinking I imagined stuff.

Next morning, mom came home with news that grandma has passed away around 5 AM. I was biggest pile of sadness, shock and WAT at that moment.

6. MrCallipygian

When my Grandfather died, my parents were in charge of cleaning out his old house. I ended up helping out a couple of times and the night before we were finished I had a dream about my Grandfather is his basement pointing at a spot behind the staircase.

It was so vivid and real that I had to tell everyone about it. The next and final day of cleaning we went to the spot I was talking about. My dad ended up pulling back some old wood paneling and found a bunch of old photographs of when my grandparents first moved into the house.