Forget about the dead hitchhiker and the escaped convict with a claw. This Halloween share your real, honest-to-goodness, this-actually-happened-to-me spooky story!
Here’s mine. My wife and I were having dinner with my parents. Midway through my father shuddered and yelped that he’d just had a vision that someone was there, but suddenly disappeared.
Minutes later his brother called to tell him that their father had just died unexpectedly.
It’s been 25 years and it still creeps me out.
My gran was convinced that she woke up when one of her sons was in a tank fire in North Africa during the war. Like, woken up by slamming doors, rattling windows and her son shouting for help. My uncle survived, but with bad burns. I don’t remember him - he died when I was very young. I can understand my gran’s point of view though - her husband (my grandad obv) fought in WWI, and she had a few sons in WWII, so death was always a possibility I guess.
Never told anyone this…
A few hours after my wife died in my arms, I was laying on the couch, trying to go to sleep (She died in the bed and I was washing the sheets to get the dead off), when she kissed me. You know those metal rod gizmos where you can press your hand on the rods and they conform to the shape? That was her face. Just like that. I was not asleep. Weird.
No, I don’t believe in life after death.
I remember this day exactly because my mother was having surgery on her ankle. It was six years ago, just as my mom got back to her room after the surgery that I suddenly got very ill. I was nauseous and dizzy and I had to sit down for several minutes until I felt better. When we got home from the hospital, there was a phone message saying that a dear friend of mine who had cancer had just passed away. Yep, it was right about the same time that I started feeling sick.
Spooky as in supernatural, or spooky as in creepy? Because I’ve got a real creepy story to make your hair stand up, but it was probably all or mostly mass hysteria.
Wait, what? How did she kiss you if she was dead? She got up out of the bed and came over to the couch?
The weird thing is I’m a little more skeeved by the fact that you referred to getting the dead off about washing the sheets. Also, are you saying that after your wife died, you just left her body there instead of notifying doctors/authorities?
It was right after I graduated high school. I took off on a vacation trip up the California coast by myself.
Anyway I was in Eureka checking out Humbolt State College. I spent the night in a motel and the next morning (Saturday) I awoke with a start at 7:20AM with this feeling that something was just not right. It bugged me so bad, I called my house, and several of my friends. Everything was OK as far as anyone knew.
Still this feeling bugged me so bad, I packed up and left Eureka early and drove to SF that day and home the next.
When I got home I went to see all of my close friends and everyone was fine.
About 2 weeks later I was driving near my HS and I saw the house of a girl I knew from school, and decided to stop and say hi. She wasn’t a girlfriend, we never dated, just someone I knew from school.
Anyway it turns out she had just gotten out of the hospital from a severe auto accident. Turns out she slid off the freeway that Saturday morning two weeks earlier at you guessed it 7:20AM. :eek: I told her what happened to me that morning, and she told me she was laying there crying for someone to come help her.
Strange.
You know how normal humans tell tales in the dark - silly scary stories that send a shiver up the spine - an atavistic fear of the dark and the great unknown beyond - the camp fire throws all sorts of shadows after all. Wolves and bears and sabre-toothed tigers! The shades of my ancestors too, with their clattering bones, and chill memory, and a cold hand on the shoulder.
What’s so difficult to understand?
He had a sensation that felt like she kissed him.
She had died in his arms.
He probably notified the authorities & they took her body.
He was washing the sheets she had died on.
While they were in the wash, he laid down to rest.
As he was lying down, he felt her kiss.
Add99, is that a pretty fair summary?
Btw, I do believe in life after death & have no problem believing it was her for one last goodbye.
As a boy, in Wisconsin, vintage 1970s.
My neighbors kids & I were waiting for the schoolbus, in the blinding, drving February snow. Flat out blizzard, very strong winds, poor visibility, early morning.
All bundled up, hat, boots & parka, looking up the hill, along the road, to see if the bus was coming.
A slivery sphere floated up through the air, skimming at treetop level, changing shape as it went.
Nobody saw it but me. I tried to tell the others, they said I was lying. But I got a few of them to watch to see if it came back.
It did.
As before. A slivery sphere, floating up through the air, skimming at treetop level, changing shape as it went.
We freaked. “UFOOOoo!!!”:eek::eek:
Our bus took us up the hill, past the County Airport.
They were launching a third weather balloon.
Oh.:smack:
My cousin and I went to visit the little creepy Russian Orthodox cemetary where relatives are buried - you know, trim the weeds, fill the planters with coleus. It was blazing hot. We were all alone except for a little old (very old) woman at the other end - she was dressed in old-lady-foreigner clothes, complete with babuska (head scarf). I was about to drop dead from the heat, so I went to the car, started it up and turned on the air conditioning. I was sitting there, literally chilling out, when my cousin came running over and got in. She told me she saw the old woman as she was working. She (my cousin) walked 20 feet over to fill up a can of water, walked back to the grave carrying it, and noticed that the old woman had, within the space of less than two minutes, had disappeared. There was no exit except through the front gate, there were no buildings she could have gone in. There one minute, gone the next, just. like. that.
Well, he said she kissed him, not that he felt some vague sensation. I guess I just assumed all that weird stuff because it was starting to sound so Psycho/Rose for Emily.
FriarTed is correct. And it certainly felt real. Like still feeling an amputated limb, I imagine.
This is certainly not too spooky, but it was very real and confusing at the time.
My father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly just past midnight on February 10th this year. Either the next morning or a day following, I was going through the house helping the family with all the chaos that follows when I heard my father’s voice. I could hear his soft tenor speaking in another room, and it stopped me in my tracks. It stopped me because I began to argue with myself–“No, he’s GONE! That is NOT him!”–but still his conversation continued. I chose to just walk away, shaking my head insisting I had not heard what I did.
FTR, I was wide awake, no TV or radio was on, and there was no one in the house who could ever be mistaken to be my father. The sound of him talking was not unusual in this house; Dad was always, heh, a talker. What was odd was he was gone, and I knew he was gone, and yet I still could hear him.
I could not tell what he was saying. I was too busy arguing with myself that I shouldn’t be hearing it to bother paying that much attention to it.
I have a few stories.
One was something that happened to my best friend about ten years ago. He was meeting us up at another friend’s house that was about 8 miles up the country highway we all lived off of. He called us to let us know when he was on his way. He got into his truck and thought he felt someone inside with him. He reached across the bench seat to an empty space. He even called out to the presence. Nobody was there. He then took off down the highway to meet us. He told us the trip which usually took about five minutes seemed to take hours and hours. Usually at night down that highway there were a lot of sodium lights and stars and things creating light, but there wasn’t any lights on. The truck’s engine didn’t make any noise and there wasn’t anything on the radio. He showed up to the house the normal five minutes later, but he looked confused, pale, and gaunt. He asked what time it was and the date. He looked like he had lost weight and his truck was empty. He had a full tank 8 miles up the road and those 25 gallons of gasonline didn’t leak out. We have only talked about it twice since then and it has been ten years.
There was this place that I was showed once a long time agoaround the same area click here for a general map that freaked me out. A friend of mine said he had found a place he wanted to show me because it freaked him out. I went with him in his truck down a little unmarked dirt road for what seemed like hours. The dirt road finally petered out in a field, and we started walking on a little cattle path. We came across this huge dead bois 'd arc tree that was too wide for me to put my arms across. He pointed up on the branches, and there were dead large birds in varying states of decay hung from strings and wires upside down. He pointed into this large grove of hardwood trees and there were a bunch of small shanty type houses under the canopy. The trees were just mean looking. All of the shanty houses had the doors locked and were burned out. We took off because we were scared as hell.
There was this one time I was fishing under a bridge when I was a kid and this car drove over the top of the bridge but didn’t pass. I got scared and tried to hide up under the rafters. I heard the trunk of an old car bang open and someone say in a grumbly voice “hey hurry your ass up before someone sees what we are doing, Ray! Goddammit we don’t want them to catch us.” I tried to lay as still as possible and then I heard the splashes starting. They were dumping dead beheaded goats into the river. They looked like they hadn’t been dead long and they didn’t smell dead yet. 17 of them. They drove off and when they drove by, I noticed that it is was big brand new fleetwood Cadillac. I have no idea who “Ray” was but I never wanted to find out. I wonder what happened to all the goat heads.
I have plenty more stories from my childhood if anyone is interested.
You should submit that to… something.
I am not really sure who we would tell that wouldn’t think of my friend as an alien abductee tin foil hat wearing man, you know?
I’ll buy that.
Years ago I lived with a woman and her cat. When I was in bed at night I could sometimes feel the cat walking on the bed. Not directly walking on me, but his footsteps would make small impressions in the mattress and tug on the sheets a little, and I could feel it.
One night I was feeling him walk around more than usual, and I was getting annoyed. Then I realized that both cat and woman had moved out about a week before. I could feel the cat walking around every night for about a month after that.
Just last night my wife and I were having a conversation about our video baby monitor. I want to get rid of the thing because my kid is 15 months old and the monitor tends to keep me awake at night. My wife wants to keep on using it.
Anyway, we were sort of talking about the baby monitor when I heard a series of musical tones coming through. They comprised no known tune, and were so faint as to make any listener wonder if they were really there or not. I’m certain that they weren’t produced by any of the musical toys my daughter has in her crib. They don’t sound like electronic interference, either. They sound like a flute or some other wind instrument. But it plays at such a low volume that you wonder if you’re really hearing anything or not.
As the monitor was playing these tones, I looked at my wife and asked “You ever hear music coming out of that thing, when there’s no music playing?” My wife told me she was glad I asked, because she was beginning to believe she was hearing things. Then she asked me if I heard it now. I told her I did. We were both listening to this creepy, unidentified tune through the monitor and just admitting to one another that we could hear it, but had no idea where it was coming from.
I still don’t know where it’s coming from. It only plays through the baby monitor. If you stand in my daughter’s room, you can’t hear it. Leave the room and turn the monitor on and you’re likely to hear it, though. It’s ultra-creepy, particularly since I’ve been creeped out by baby monitors since I first saw “Signs.”
A friend and I were at a historical site that had been recently rehabbed when we heard what sounded like human footsteps walking through the fall leaves. The sound “walked” up to our location and stopped. We both looked around for anything that could be making the noise.
The other odd event I’ve experienced was the appearance of a gray hooded person walking in front of my car late at night. It looked almost like a reflection in my window. I was at a light and got out of my car to make sure some kid wasn’t laying in front of my car. there was no place I could see for someone to hide.
