25 People Tell Their Paranormal Stories That You Definitely Shouldn’t Read In The Dark

11. I heard footsteps and smelt cigarette smoke

“So many creepy things happened in the house my family owned from when I was 12 to 28. No one in my family smoked (we’re asthmatic) and the house was in the woods with no neighbors nearby. Every now and then we’d smell cigarette smoke, as if someone was smoking at the kitchen table. This continued for years until my mother asked “Casper” as we named him, to stop. It never happened again. The deck out back randomly smelled like patchouli (hippie perfume) sometimes but no one in the house ever wore it.

We also all heard footsteps in the house when no one else was home and my mom heard laughing coming from another room. My brother and his math tutor heard a lady scream one day when no one else was home and sometimes the lights would turn on/off by themselves. Twice, I saw orbs floating around the kitchen.

The basement was the creepiest part of the house, it always felt like you were being watched. It was huge and totally finished, so there were multiple rooms down there. My brother moved his bedroom to the basement but he only lasted a month because so many creepy things kept happening. This guy I was seeing stayed there for a night and refused to ever visit my house again. He wouldn’t tell me what happened but he ended up being a total creep so I was actually glad that “Casper” scared him away.

Sometimes the things that happened were helpful. I remember wrapping Christmas presents and the tape and scissors magically appeared on the table in front of me when I turned my back for a second. A few times, my arms were full when I was at the door fiddling with my keys and the porch light would turn on by itself when it was dark at night.

Other times it was really scary. I had four dogs over the years and they all would bark and growl at the same spot in the house. One night, my brother heard steps coming from the attic and leading down the hallway and when they got to his bedroom door, this hockey stick that was nailed to the wall above his bed flew off and hit him. Whatever was in our house got more and more malevolent until one day the dog kept whimpering and wouldn’t leave my brother’s side. All the sudden, it started growling at a corner of the dining room and then yelped really loud, like someone had kicked it. My brother (who is a very intimidating Marine) started yelling at whatever it was to “get the f**k out of the house and leave our family and dog alone.” The bad things stopped happening after that.

Tons of other stuff happened and it was so frequent that we hardly even acknowledged it. We had working CO detectors and the house is only 30 years old so I have no idea what it could’ve been. I think it was actually my brother who is haunted and not the house because he continues to have problems with the supernatural wherever he lives. My mom was also a hospice nurse, so maybe the fact that she was constantly around dying/dead people had something to do with it. We sold the house last year and I was actually really sad. Even if it was haunted, it was a beautiful house and the ghosts were easier to live with than a lot of roommates I’ve had.” — FACOFACOFACO

12. A woman walked into my bedroom in the middle of the night

“Laying in bed one night, it’s pitch black apart from the light creeping under the door from the landing. My mum was actually with me in the same room as we had only just moved in and she was sleeping on the floor.

I look up and the door slowly creeks open and slowly an oldish women peers around the door looks at me and goes away.

I just thought I was in a nightmare and turned around real fast and went under the covers, hoping I would wake up.

Then I will never forget my mum whispering to me, ‘Did you just see someone peer round the door?’ Safe to say we didn’t sleep a wink that night.” — PM-ME-YOUR-POEM


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