In my last apartment, every morning, 3 a.m. I would hear this woman screaming “help” in this loud, clear, blood-curdling shriek.
I tried asking my landlord about it and he got real quiet and wide-eyed and never said a damned thing about it.
None of the other tenants would talk to me.
I grew up in a house that was creepy as hell. Everyone saw shadows move, everyone lost things, everyone heard voices in that house. People who had never heard the stories about it would come into the house for the first time and comment on strange things.
One night during the summer I’m laying awake on my bed trying to fall asleep. But I can’t. It’s too hot, and it feels weird in the room. I’m on my right side, then my left, then back again. This whole time my brother is singing and tapping in the bunk above me.
Finally, pissed, I reach up to push up on his bed. I would do that in retaliation when he was loud. As I roll onto my back I feel a hand through my mattress. It started at my neck and swept down my back, pushing the mattress as it went. Scared the ever-living fuck right out of me.
I never did figure out what the hell that was.
Too late for the party i guess but still… Here is my creepiest moment. Worked as a security guard in a hospital when my coworkers received a call from a woman who found a note from her husband. In that note he wrote he was going to kill himself and he also noted the exact area of where he would do it. (Toilets)
We thought it was a prank call but obviously we still had to check it out. Mens toilets where clear, next where the women’s toilet. Fuck one door locked. Also no response to our yelling and knocking, so we yelled we where going to open the door. And unlocked the door with the side of the key and opened it.
What we saw there was absolutely horrific, not so much as in the gore but the way he took his own life. We found the man laying on the floor with a plastic bag taped around his head. Every item in his pocket was placed on the toilet, phone, cigarettes, lighter, wallet etc. My colleague checked his pulse, but he was already cold. So we where to late.
We contacted the police and my co worker had his wife on the phone the whole time trying to comfort her as she wasn’t allowed to tell anything about the state of her husband. That was up to the police to tell.
Anyways police removed the tape and found another plastic bag under the the other one. When they removed the second plastic bag and tape we saw he also had put pieces of paper in his nose.
So yeah this guy was a patient of the psych ward and decided to kill himself by suffocation. Anyway, never took a dump on that particular toilet again, neither did my coworkers.
My parents were drug addicts. When I was young, we had a nice home, but slowly, as I matured we started living in shittier homes. When I was a teenager we rented a decent size, but rundown house in a weird neighborhood. On moving day, we set out exploring, excited to see that the unfinished basement at least had a semi-finished laundry room. Underneath the stairs in that laundry room, there were some child like drawings on the walls. A picture of 5 family members, including a baby, with the caption “Our new home.” It was a little weird, but whatever kids draw in random fucking places, we just covered up the art and used the laundry room.
That basement was super creepy, their was always a feeling of something watching you. All of us experienced some kind of weird thing in this house. Now, I’ve believe in ghosts because of an earlier experience I’ve had in a much older house, but I still remain skeptical.
Everyone who stayed with us or visited us reported hearing a voice of a little boy behind them at random times during the day. It was always the same thing: “Rah!” the noise that little kids always make when they are trying to scare you. We all kind of ignored it, dismissed it or lived with it.
One day, I was home alone and sitting on the computer doing my online classwork, when I started to hear this weird buzzing noise. I ignored it for awhile, but it just kept going, this steady buzzing noise. No one was home, even my dog was gone. I waited until my dad came home from work and fell asleep on the couch and decided to investigate. By then, the noise had been going for about 2 hours. I eventually followed the noise downstairs and saw my dad’s electric hair clippers, turned on and just buzzing all over the bathroom floor. I was really confused as to how this happened. I turned the clippers off and heard an impatient sigh come from the other side of the basement. Not thinking, I just said, “sorry.” and noped the fuck out of there. I got back upstairs and woke my dad up and told him he left his clippers on, hoping for an explanation. He told me he lost his clippers weeks ago and told me to go get them from the basement.
The last thing that happened was something that really cemented the fact that there was something weird in that house in the minds of our whole family. My mother, brother, sister and I were all getting ready to leave the house. Keys in hand, shoes on and all of us walking towards the door. My brother stops at the fridge and says to us, “I’m going to take this last Pepsi, ok?” ALL OF US heard from the basement, a distinctly child-like voice, I’d say a boy around 4 or 5 shout, “NO!” in direct response to this statement. It was so clear; it was that bratty toddler NO that so many parents are familiar with.
We all solemnly looked at each other, confirmed in each other’s eyes what we just heard and hurried to the car as naturally as possible. That is probably the only house I was HAPPY to hear we got evicted from.