50 Haunting, Unexplainable Incidents Retold By People From The Internet

38. mistressg

When I was about six, I was staying at my grandparents’ house when I woke in the night. I noticed that the dots on the wall (where posters had taken off the wallpaper) were moving and dancing. I watched for a while, then turned around to notice that a poster on the wall (of country music star Linda Ronstadt) was also moving. The image of Linda turned round and smiled at me. I turned around again, to see a man standing by my sleeping father. He was around eighteen, wearing a suit. When we made eye contact, he smiled and waved at me, then mouthed ‘go back to sleep’. I did. It wasn’t scary at all; in fact, it was weirdly calming.

In the morning, I told my parents, who assured me it had been a dream, but I was adamant (and still am) that I was not dreaming.

It wasn’t until I was about 11 or 12 that I discovered the most interesting thing about this. While helping my grandpa clear out the loft, I stumbled across a photo of the man I had seen in the room. He was my dad’s brother, who had died in a car crash aged 18. I had heard about him, but until that day I had never seen a photo of him.

I’ve heard my experience described as sleep paralysis before, which I guess could be true, although I was able to sit up and turn around. Also, it doesn’t explain seeing my dead uncle, who I had not seen a photo of at that time.

39. bookworm344

I have had many instances that I can not explain. Here are two that tend to freak my friends out.

  1. I was six years old and woke up crying. Went to my Mom and told her Great Grandpa was dead. She told me I was just having a nightmare and to go back to bed. The next morning she got a call and my Grandpa had died as I was telling her he was dead.
  2. In my early thirties I was living in a bad marriage and our home was very negative. I would consistently wake in the wee hours of the morning because I was “dreaming” a teenager was standing over me staring. He was about 18 with black hair and a green t-shirt. My son was about nine at the time, stopped sleeping. I told him he could come sleep in my room but he always said no. After months of him staying awake and refusing to sleep in my room I asked him why exactly he would not go in my room. He replied with “Because the bad boy in your closet scares me.” The hair stood up on my arms as I asked “What does he look like?” He replied “a big boy with dark hair and mean eyes. He is always wearing a green shirt.” I had not told anyone about the “boy” in my room because I thought it was just stress messing with my head. I can not explain how we both saw the same kid. Even as I type this it makes me jumpy.


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