One night my mother and her friend were playing with a Ouija board when my father was out working. They were having a few drinks and just relaxing. They got spooked and put it away. No big deal.
About two nights later a ghost of a boy visited my brother demanding to be friends, scared the shit out my brother. The kid wouldn’t let up, sometimes he wouldn’t appear to my brother visually but only audibly. Well Tom tried ignoring him, and my parents though it was just your usual imaginary friend stuff. That was until the my brother started showing bruises, scratches, and clumps of his hair missing. He started wetting the bed, at age 8 and he’d never done it before. My mother would be out of the room and hear him having conversations with this ghost saying stuff like “leave me alone” and “I’m not your friend, go away” and my brother would be really insistent that this apparition should fuck off. Getting really kid angry at it.
Well one day my mother was cleaning his room and she saw a perfect noose hanging from his closet rail where you hang shirts. She was freaked out and demanded to know why Tom had made it. Tom said “I keep telling you mom, HE did it”.
They moved out the next day. From that point on my brother never had a problem with the ghost again. A few years later after I was born my mom ran into somebody at an art class who knew who the original owners were. She explained that a murder suicide happened there in the 1950s a few years after it was built.
I was walking down the street in Brooklyn when this teenager, well dressed in cool kids clothes, comes out of a store in front of my group of friends. Suddenly, with a burst of ninja speed and stealth he grabs a goddamn pigeon off the sidewalk with his bare hands.
We freak out and are all yelling “holy shit” and “what the fucking fuck!” He just walks past us with the twitching pigeon clutched in his hand. He says nothing…
That was pretty unexplainable.
The first 20 or so seconds I wake up I typically will see things that are actually not there. Lately I have had the same reoccurring episode where I will wake up in the middle of the night and see a girl sleeping next to me. She will then immediately roll off my bed and try taking my sheets with her. I feel like a have to physically fight someone to get my sheets back. It scares the living shit out of me every time it happens.