“Hello,” the voice said again, only this time it was less sweet, and almost sounded mean.

“I am unreal” it whispered in a hurried tone. “I must get them before I get you.” 

Immediately he barged into my room but again, it was only me. We were alone. He picked me up and brought me outside and waited for my grandma to come home. He told her what happened and of course she told my parents. At first my family was scared, but everyone sort of forgot about it.

Until I turned 15. One night, I came home from a party at about 11 PM to sleep in my own bed. I knocked out pretty fast, but at around 2 my mom could see me aimlessly walking up and down the hallway. She called me into the room with her, and I knelt down beside her bed and smiled, but I did not speak or respond to a word she said. I don’t remember this, I was unconscious. Finally, she nudged me and I jolted awake, surprised to be in her bedroom. She told me I had been sleepwalking and I went to bed. The next morning, I checked my phone and saw I had been texting my best friend. Three small, but three terrifying phrases:

“Hello.”

“I am unreal”

“I must get them before I get you.”

I never told my parents about these text messages, and nothing unusual has happened since then. But it still haunts me and it still keeps me up at night. I never found out what these meant when the voice in my baby monitor said them or when I sent them. But I don’t really want to find out, anyways

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Little Sister

 This happened when I was about 10 and my sister was probably 6. I had fallen asleep in my basement, and when I woke up, my sister was curled next to me. I was still scared of the dark at that time and my basement is really creepy, tried to shake my sister awake so we could sleep together upstairs, but she wouldn’t wake up. I eventually gave up and went upstairs. I was about to crawl into bed with my parents, when I noticed something was wrong. Because, curled up between them, was my little sister. I froze and just stared at them for several minutes, then walked to my room and locked the door. Even now that I’m older I still cant figure out what happened. There is no possible way for her to have gotten up there before me. And both of the times I clearly saw her face. This is the reason I firmly believe in doppelgangers.

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Personal story from my sister.

This is a personal experience that my sister has had.
My house has had serious activity, and my sister is usually the one to experience it. One night, she invited our mutual friend Kasha to stay over for the night. Things seem to happen even more than usual whenever Kasha is over, though.

Anyways, it was late and they decided to go to sleep. Kasha and my sister are really close, so they have no problem sharing a bed together. So my sister took one side, and Kasha took the other, leaving between them a gap. Then they went to sleep.

In the middle of the night my sister woke up. She was half asleep and, for whatever reason, decided to make sure Kasha was still there. So she looked beside her and took note of who was in the bed. “One…two…Ok, all 3 of us are still here.” she hazily decided. Then she went back to sleep.


It wasn’t until later in the morning when she realized that she didn’t have anyone besides Kasha sleeping over the previous night.

Now, Kasha and my sister do not sleep on her bed anymore. They choose to sleep on a blanket on the ground. They still see some one sleeping in the bed when they wake up at night and look, though.

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So I don’t really expect anyone to believe this, but this past January one of the scariest moments of my life thus far had happened to me. I’ve always had some sort of “knowing” when an unnatural prescense is around, but anyways it was a few days after my father’s one year death anniversary and I was home alone. My mom works late at night from 5pm-2am and my sister was at her boyfriend’s. Usually my boyfriend was over, but for this night I can’t recall why he wasn’t. 

I was in my sister’s room on her bed watching tv and browsing the internet on my laptop. Her tv is right next to the door, which was wide open. Her bed is directly in front of the tv so I can vaguely see down the hallway. It was around 10pm and I get a feeling that I was not alone. I dismiss it as my father due to the fact he had died in the living room and from time to time I could just feel as if he were around. I continued to do whatever I was doing until I felt that someone was at the door. 

It had literally felt like someone had walked to the door and stopped to look in, then continued on. It didn’t bother me at first because that’s how my dad used to check on us when he was alive. But as I looked out into the hallway and noticed it was pitch black I get the sudden urge of dread and my heart begins to race. Whatever was at the door or down the hallway, was not my father. There was something else in my house with me. I immediately ran to the door and locked it. I called my boyfriend and cried and told him what had happened. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but it is the first time that I can honestly say that my life had felt threatened.

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I live in Michigan. We live in a small one story house in the suburbs. We moved to this house in 1996, and instantly I knew something was terribly off about it.

My sister and I both would run down the hallway at night, feeling the eyes of someone watching us until we were in our rooms. Our parent’s always thought we were crazy, young kids with vivid imaginations. It wasn’t until a certain night that I knew for sure, we weren’t alone.
In the middle of the night one night, I woke up to go to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Before I could enter the bathroom, I noticed the kitchen light was on. I heard the sink running, like someone was doing dishes. I peeked my head around the corner and there was a man, in torn blue jeans, and bloody white t-shirt doing the dishes. He had brown hair, and pale skin. He turned and looked at me, and said in a raspy inhuman like voice to go away and forget I saw him. I ran back into my bedroom, and slept in the corner that night. I would have thought it was just a nightmare, but when I woke up, I was still in the corner, and the dishes were done in the sink.

The Scream

I went backyard camping with a friend, but her backyard is a hill that leads down to the a lake. Her house is in the middle of the woods, no neighbors. We had her tent at the bottom of the hill and it was about 10:30 at night when it started storming extremely heavy. We had to carry the tent up the hill, and as we were walking up the hill she kept saying she saw somebody standing by the lake, but I couldn’t see anyone. We got into the house and locked all the doors. We tried to call anyone we could, but reception was gone because of the storm. This is the worst part. The power went out, so we took a flashlight and hid in a closet. As we were hiding, we heard someone slowly walk around the house, knocking on the walls as they circled it. Then a strange scraping noise. When the power came on we called the police. They came to investigate, and all we found were a couple of muddy footprints on the patio and an x carved onto a side wall of the garage.

Hey, so I live in a very remote place on a hillside. And I have had many creeps and scares. But one of the most terrifying and disturbing was when my family and a cousin’s went camping. The area around my native place is at a very high altitude and it gets pitch dark at night! I mean literally.. I couldn’t even see my hand properly when it was stretched out. So, our camp site is divided into two parts, a lower area for the campfire and a more elevated ground for the tents due to the risk of fire. So, I don’t know what the hell i was thinking, but i sat alone at the campfire with my dog, Jaga. It was so dark i could only see the dog and the campfire, and strangely the dog kept staring at me. i was sitting facing my dog with the fire in between us. First i just stared back and tried to “intimidate” my best friend and thought he would knock it off. But he kept staring for like 15 minutes without even moving, and that’s when it got kinda creepy. But it was pitch black so i couldn’t see anything. But then, he suddenly started turning his head.. very slowly, gazing at something…behind me.

     I had never ran that fast ever in my life. 

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The house at the end.

So it was summer of 6th grade, and me and my two friends (Vicky and Julianne) wanted a thrill. Also we were trying to find Vicky’s lost cats. Vicky suggested that we check out this old Victorian looking house that was abandoned in the next neighborhood over. Considering that it was close to sunset, I got a little uneasy, but I kept telling myself that we weren’t going to see anything out of the ordinary.

When we got to the house we automatically froze. There was a definite shift in the air. The driveway leading up to the garage was what seemed like miles away. Right outside the driveway were two menacing gargoyles. The first thing that freaked me out was the fact that the swing set was swinging back and forth and there wasn’t any wind we felt. When we finally trudged up the driveway, in the back yard were a line of graves and two live size statues of Jesus and Mary. But again, we laughed it off and went back down to our bikes. Then the sun started setting.

After, we kind of just poked around in the mailbox and me and Julianne wanted to just kind of scope out the driveway. Then it got cold very suddenly. The farther we walked up the driveway,  the louder this laughter, got. It sounded like a bunch of kids were just running around screaming and laughing and talking. It go to a point where it hurt our ears. Then we kind of just gazed into the woods to try and spot any kids that could be making all that noise. We didn’t see anything. I took my gaze off the woods before them, and a few feet off, standing next to one of the trees was a woman with black hair and a white flowing dress. She wasn’t there before. I was so scared I burst into tears and ran into the other direction. My friends chased after me, wondering what was wrong. All I could studder was “You didn’t see her?” They both shook there heads no. Not long after, when we got home, we researched and found out that the man and woman in the house, both were dead from unknown causes. Also, we went on google maps and typed in the address of the house, to hopefully see a house next door that could have held the children making all the noise. We looked and looked but all there was was trees and more trees. There was no explanation for the kids laughter.

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Ok, so I just found your blog and I am in love with it because I love the paranormal. It’s so creepy and interesting. Anyways, here is a story that my cousin from Mexico told me. Plus, she claims it is to be true, and she is an honest person so I believed her. 

One night, it was around 3 am (another reason I believed her because this time is considered to be the witching hour) and my cousin had woken up. Everyone was asleep so she tried going back to sleep. She was really cold so she got her blanket and covered herself and her feet. Then later in the night, right as she was about to fall asleep, she felt two cold hands grab and pull her legs. Rapidly, she flew the blankets from herself, she was able to see two pale white hands retreat from the edge of her bed and go underneath her bed.

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Black Dog

My brother, when we were very little, just about two years old (me) and five (him), was having repeating nightmares. He had this night terror that he called the Black Dog. The Black Dog was a dog that would charge down a hill at him, every night; no matter what dream he was in. There might be a different hill, but the dog would attack him and eat him alive. He started seeing it in real life, utterly terrified whenever he did. He saw it under our sofa and in the pantry constantly, and started throwing scraps of sandwich meat and other food behind the couch to somehow appease it. I’ve only heard this story from my other family members, but they all agree on the details, and my brother still insists it was there. The Dog would follow him to our bedroom (which we shared) every night, and would stand in the doorway and watch us. My brother said that I had a black cat with me, in my crib. They were like shadows, he said, with glowing eyes. The Dog had yellow eyes and my cat had blue. I don’t remember this at all, seeing as I was two, but he said I snuggled with the cat and sometimes the cat would stand inside the doorway and watch the dog from their opposite sides, sometimes hissing and scratching if it tried to come in. My brother tried to suck The Dog up with the vacuum several times, claiming it was trying to “get us”.

My brother got deadly sick when he was six. He was exhausted, and on the way to the hospital my parents thought he was dying. He wouldn’t stay awake, his eyes kept rolling back in his head, he was burning up, and talking about the Dog, but since he was drifting in and out of consciousness they thought he was just having his dream again. The official illness was “acute dehydration”, but that didn’t make sense because he was eating and drinking normally. Immediately after, The Dog disappeared. My brother says there was a white cat with him in the hospital, but I still had my black cat.

He doesn’t talk about them anymore, but he remembers them. He stopped talking about them when we moved, I think- he would have just turned seven. I’ve heard that black and white animals can be “omens”, but I didn’t know how credible “omens” are. I believe in ghosts, I believe in a great deal of other phenomena, but I haven’t heard a story similar to this. It could be just the mind of a little kid, sure, but then again maybe not.

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The Rocking Chair

When I was 13, my mother was dating a man that lived in a 100+ year-old house on the Tennessee-Alabama border in the city of Ardmore. It belonged to the town’s doctor: he lived upstairs and kept his practice on the bottom floor. As far as I know, he was a well-respected man and had a generally good life. While my mother’s boyfriend lived there, he kept the top floor sealed off as it was old and the possibility of falling through became more of a reality each year. I have only ever been in the upstairs room once.

Whenever my mother would be at the house alone, she would come back with stories of strange things happening. Unexplained door slammings, names whispered in the silence, and faucets suddenly turning on were par for the course and I never believed a word of it.

One night, my boyfriend and I were staying at the house, and it was past one in the morning (being city kids, we couldn’t sleep in the country silence). Right above our heads, very much all of a sudden, came a rhythmic, wooden noise. It sounded just like someone using a rocking chair on the floor above us, the floor that had been sealed for almost four years. We knew there was no possible way that anybody in the house could be upstairs. We listened for about ten minutes and it abruptly stopped.

The next morning, after relating this story to my mother and her boyfriend, we begged to see the upstairs room. Eventually, we were able to go up there, and discovered that many of the doctor’s old possessions remained in the house, covered in layers of dust.

The only one that concerned me, however, was therocking chair sitting directly above the place where I was trying to sleep the night before. Aside from the disturbing fact that I had heard this rocking chair only hours ago, it too was covered in dust, and completely broken into pieces on the floor.