1. A misty fog chased me down the hall
“I was working overnight at a small 24 pt psych ward in a medium sized hospital built in the 1950s. Everyone always says the floor was haunted, but I’d been working there for about 10 years, and never had a paranormal encounter there myself.
Anyway, it’s about 1am, and a tech that was stationed outside the door of a sleeping pt’s room (doing a direct line of sight observation) comes to the door of the nurse’s station with another tech in tow. They both say they just saw a ‘shadow person’ walk out of room 610, down the hall, and walk into the assistant director’s office.
I look at my monitor tech, (her job is to watch the panel of cameras on the unit.) She nods: “Yea, I saw it too, on the camera.” Now, I’m super jelly, everyone’s always talking about the shit they see, and I’ve never seen anything. I decided to walk down there and peek in the window in the door, see what I can see.
Well, I immediately regretted it. Let me explain, I’ve been down that hall 10,000 times, probably more. But something is decidedly off. Yea, it gets cold, colder than it has ever been, not even winter, but it is more then that. Each step is harder to take than the last, I can feel something, something oppressive, something heavy, I’m starting to get tightness in my chest. I feel hate, the feeling of something hating, pure undiluted hate. It wanted me to know that it isn’t human, it never has been human, and it hates all humans.
I’m starting to consider turning around, I look back, and the entire crew is standing at the nurses station peaking their heads around the door watching me. Can’t chicken out in front of that many people. I keep walking.
I get about 5 feet away from the door, and I have feelings of impending doom. I’m almost sure I’m going to die right then and there, I can’t will myself any closer to that door. About that time the blinds in the window in the door open all by themselves. I see a face, an outline, it’s got a cone shaped head, like someone in a hooded robe maybe, and a mouth frozen in an eternal scream, and giant holes where eyes should have been.
I turn around and start running, back towards the nurses station, back toward other people. I never looked back.
When I get there they say I was white as a sheet, shaky, mumbling, and had cold sweat beads. The monitor tech shows me the footage. Some kind of misty black fog chased me about 150′ down the hall and dissipated around room 610, and everyone saw it.
The administration of the hospital tell me I can’t have a copy of the footage, says it can’t have the hospital getting a bad reputation, especially the psych ward. Fine, I’ll record the footage on my phone next time I work. Nope, they deleted it. But I do have about seven good witnesses who saw it all.” — illiternati
2. Mannequins moved around the kitchen on their own
“When I was younger my mom was dating this guy (who we will call JB) and after a few months he invited my mom, me, and my brother to go with him and his son (about my age) out to his lake house for the weekend. It was right on Lake Michigan but up in a more secluded area which was pretty awesome. Well we got up there and for one I already felt really creeped out. It was a smaller two (maybe 3 if you count the really big attic) story house that had the living room/dining room/kitchen on the first floor and had 2 bedrooms on the second floor.
His grandfather had helped to build the place with his (the grand fathers) dad and then he lived there for most of his life working as a tailor in the nearby town. We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that’s where JB kept all of that stuff so he didn’t have to haul it every time he went out there. Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos and some full body. Not to out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there.
Me and JB’s son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times. Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers. After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Like their body parts weren’t moving but they were sliding around the kitchen.
I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing one of them just a few feet from the couch. I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away.
The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the mannequins were in different spots and weren’t covered in cob webs any more….. Don’t believe me if you don’t want to but it happened and I’ve been scared shitless of mannequins ever since.” — Nexaz