Scary/paranormal experiences?

Please refrain from posting "OBVIOUSLY ITS THIS AND THAT - THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BLABLABLA ITS ALL SCIENCE AND THERE IS SOME EXPLANATION." This isn't a thread about that - this thread is simply here for those to share creepy things that they may have experienced.

I'm a rational guy, all about reason. However, something happened to me during my childhood that I simply cannot explain and it scared the eff outta me.

When I was around 10 years old (I can't remember the exact age), it was around 9pm at night and I decided to switch things up and sleep in the spare bedroom in my house out of curiosity to see if the bed may be more comfortable or whatever. Say, around 9:15pm, I hear what sounds like a witches laugh "HEHEHE HAHAHAH" in the distance away from home (keep in mind it is summer-time and the windows are open). It was a frightening sound but it was far away so it could've been anything. Fifteen minutes later I hear the same laughter again, this time, pretty close to my house. It scared me like crazy this time, but I decided to not think too much about it despite how creepy it sounded and the fact that it was pretty close to home. Another fifteen minutes or so later, I hear it INSIDE MY HOUSE! The ultimate sensation of fear and chills going down my spine occurs and I call my dad to keep me company until I fell asleep. Never heard the laughter again..

Do you guys have any weird and creepy experiences to share? From the paranormal/unexplained to realistic ones such as home-invasions and whatnot, I'd love to hear about it.

 

That is mad spooky dawg. how'd you know it was coming from your inside your house and you weren't just thinking it was coming from inside your house?

 

When I was younger I heard a similar noise outside my house, scared the shit out of me... the next day my dad ended up finding a bunch of dried up blood and fur on the lawn. Apparently a bunch of cats went at it on our lawn, I had some issues sleeping for a few weeks afterwards.

 

I can't answer that tbh. It 100% was getting closer and closer to my house though. At first it seemed about a mile away, and by the third laugh, it sounded as if it was coming from inside the house..

At least you found out it was cats. "Yeah, blood everywhere. No explanation."

That's some freaky stuff.

 

That is creepy as hell. That is one of those moments I would have just lied in bed, too terrified to move.

As for my experiences, aside from the typical dark corners in my room and strange noises, I had my buddy over one night. He had slept over, me in my bed, him in a sleeping bag, except apparently he did not get much sleep. He told me that at like 2AM my closet door slowly opened and he watched it. When I looked much later in the morning shortly after he told me, it was indeed open, but at first figured he was just joking around with me and he actually opened it until I recall him being the serious I had ever seen him. On top of this, he is not really a believer in ghosts or any of that and has never pulled anything like that before.. not that kind of friend. So then I wondered if maybe it was not shut all the way and the air conditioning maybe cracked it a bit, despite how open it was rather just a crack.. though. My closet was a walk in closet and it had always creeped me out for a number of other reasons anyways.

But yeah, sorry for the story about a scary closet. But, there is my experience. Yet, not my last.


In the same house, a few years ago before I moved, I was probably 19 at the time.. not too much farther off the closet experience.. I woke up. Not very often do I wake up in the middle of the night, but this time it was different and for a very abnormal reason. I remember the night very well. I remember opening my eyes, feeling it hard to breathe. I remember my neck feeling like I was being choked, yet also myself telling my brain okay, you just slept funny.. you know, the things you tell yourself to avoid distress . Anyways, I remember trying to sit up and I could not.. keep in mind too, my brain just started functioning, I am in panic mode and all these thoughts are going through my mind within seconds. It had almost felt like I was being held down, choked and I could not move, at all. I was just in a state of shock and in fear of what was really going on. Eventually, I think I had actually been able to hit my chest or something then which then allowed me to sit up. I do remember then actually being angry, a sudden switch from scared, of what the hell that really was. You know, I told my family about it the next morning and they did not really react to it and said exactly what I had coped with thinking that it was just a nightmare and I slept strangely.. but I dunno'. Thinking about it now actually, it makes me really glad I am out of that house. I also had the bed shake one night very, very lightly.. but, I am pretty sure that was much more explainable.


Something a bit relevant to the topic, when I was much younger, I went to the hospital to diagnose a condition I had gotten that lasted for a good couple weeks. As my parents worried about me, I would lie around every day not able to move my neck.. after having a spinal tap, the doctors never could diagnose what it really was. Luckily, it went away though. As a kid too, that was a pretty frightening experience. On top of that, either a direct symptom or something else, I was diagnosed with some type of ear infection that I have never again experienced or heard of to this day. During my broken neck time, I would hear my parents scream everytime they spoke and I would cry thinking they were yelling at me when they would tell me that it was okay, they were just speaking normally. Of course they were concerned, but what more can you do past prescribed antibiotics?

To this day, now, I do not experience much of that in this new house or life I live. My only concern is how very rarely my brain hurts for a matter of seconds where either a loud buzz, tick, or not really a scream.. but something that makes me despise the experience wakes me up, usually right before I fall asleep though when it gets extremely quiet. I play too many videogames and such so I just tell myself it is my brain's way of shutting down, strangely. However, when I was like 11, I was riding my bike with a friend and showing off how I was, I smashed my head against the pavement hard. I never told my parents, but to this day I think it may have given me a mild concussion or something I have never recovered from. Haha.


For a slender, pale, gamer... I have lived an interesting life.

 

Ever heard of sleep paralysis? Guaranteed that's exactly what you experienced. I get sleep paralysis every month or two, I used to be so scared of getting but now it's like "oh boy, the monthly ritual" and it ends way faster.

Sleep paralysis is like your body being asleep and your mind being awake. My one scariest experience was when about 2 months after I turned 17. I went to bed around 11ish although i felt wide awake, something in me was very tired. This is the one and only occurrence of me feeling this way before. It's unexplainable. I had gone to sleep for a brief time and then I feel a tugging at my toes. I wasn't feeling scared or anything, so I tried lifting my head to see what it was (in the complete dark, mind you). But I couldn't. I couldn't lift my head, all i could do was move my eyes, but I couldn't look down enough to see what it was. Then my eyes caught this shadow move up the tall dresser at the end of the bed, and seemed to rest on the corner on top. At this point I was pretty frightened, so I tried getting out of bed to figure out what was happening. But I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms, my shoulders, my head, or my legs. Every time I "pushed" to get up, something pinned me down twice as hard. All of a sudden the shadow moves back down the dresser and disappears from my sight. Seconds later, I feel "steps" on my blanket as I could barely make out this black shadow inching closer to me. Creeping towards me ever so slightly, he eventually ends up within a ruler stick's length away from my face, and I swear to god I felt it breathing on me. Every couple seconds I felt a cool, wet rush of air over my face. Like it was staring at me. Breathing on me. All I could do is close my eyes so I did, and about 30 seconds later *SNAP*. Complete silence. No breathing, no movements. I opened my eyes and my eyesight had gone PITCH BLACK, I couldn't even make out the slightly illuminated window across my room, and again *SNAP*. In a twisted moment, the familiar look of my room rushes back into my eyesight, except for the corner near the door. It stayed black. Blacker than the rest of the room. I felt like that was it. Him. Her. Whatever you wanted to call it, watching me. I closed my eyes and squeezed them tight. Opened them a minute later and it was gone. Nothing. No shadows and my room was slightly illuminated from the moon outside. I tried moving my arms, and they moved. My legs moved. My head moved. I felt my face and it was cold, clammy, and a light mist of what I hoped was just sweat lingered on it. I went to the bathroom and washed up, went back to bed.

Never had I had another experience like that. Some of them are bad, but this takes the take. This is what I told my friends and anyone who asks about sleep paralysis, I tell them this story. This is 100% real, and it happened to me.

 

I was like 9 years old and my mom's Ficus tree she had just recently brought in from the cold fell over in the middle of the night.

The weird part is the pot was wider and heavier than the tree, the center of gravity was very low. I was the one who heard it and realizing my parents and sister were all asleep I freaked the fuck out. Woke up my dad and told him and he had no explanation either.

Bizarre to say the least. I'm not a big paranormal believer, but that shit simply didn't make sense.

 

In my short life I have had a few experiences in which I can not explain - (will add more later)

Driving back from the Gold Coast , Australia with my fiancee' just about home when we pass an area in which I grew up to see a comet coming down (it is really dark). No biggie there, however I have never seen anything come down so fast - or close, I swear it went in the field opposite to where we where driving - as we where on the highway we could not stop / or cared to much.

About 2 minutes later I look up to see in a normally blank sky 3 purple lights, huge distance apart. As I had lived in this area and drive past it every few days (night and day) and it was in the middle of the sky this amazed me.

At first I thought it was a chopper or airplane but it did not move at all or blink etc. It also looked like it was a massive object, I was that concerned and intrigued I had my partner turn around, take a side road towards where I spotted the "UFO" - when we got there it was no where to be seen.

I have spoken with friends before who have heard of such sightings in the same area - we play it down to been near a major military air field. However it still makes me wonder what it was - seemed so strange / out of place.

 

yeah ok so one time a saw a ghost and he was like "oooooo" and i ran bc i was scared lol! ahhh!!!!!

 

Similar thing happened to me, I was laying in bed and was almost 100% sure I heard someone come into my house. So I layed in bed for 15 mins and kept hearing someone walking around. So I called the house line from my cell phone to wake up my family and then my dad and I checked the entire house and didn't see anything out of the ordinary it was weird.

 

Scariest thing that ever happened to me was sleep paralysis. I could only move my eyballs and I was "awake" but couldnt move any parts of my body. Only occured twice for me and never again so it was indeed a dangerous feeling for me. I have never saw ghosts are anything like that but my great grandfather would tell me how he witnessed many when he was young in India. At the time India had no electricity and he would tell me he would normally see ghosts in farmlands. The funny thing is that the ghosts didnt interact with humans and I heard that many people during the old times in India adapted and weren't scared of ghosts because of how common they were around. Now everything changed in Indian villages.

 

sleep paralysis is such a terrible thing, especially since it happens out of no where and youre asleep before it happens, it happened to me like 2 weeks ago, i tried so hard to move my body parts but i couldnt, i started to bug out cause its what i always do and then i calm myself down
only thing that i could say has happened was, it was pitch black and i was watching tv in my living room, out of no where from the kitchen all i hear is one apple fall to the floor, like from the basket i heard it bounce off the floor, it sketched me the fuck out

 

Tired, forgive the vague summary:

-Went to garage sell where owner was giving away everything free
-Sister found two cloth dolls about 1 inch tall each.
-Instructions with dolls said to put them under pillow while sleeping for good dreams
-Mom felt the dolls were demonic so she burned them on the stovetop and threw ashes in outdoor garbage
-We all came back inside and the dolls were on the stove good as new
-Mom burned them again. They never returned

 

wait what. i wish you had pics!!!!

 

I think I, like many young people with wild imaginations and brains running at 10000mph, created ghosts when I was younger. I saw many things at night as clear as I see the screen I'm typing at now. It was very frightening when I was young.

 

I was in the English army, you know? Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. My mom absolutely hated the life I chose, and I can’t really blame her. But you know what? The fucked up part is that the biggest horror I’ve ever experienced wasn’t in one of those shitty eastern places, no, it was in the very center of European “civilization”, London.

After I finished my third tour, I was awarded by the army. Apparently, surviving fighting Taliban in the mountains is reason enough to be honored. They offered me a spot in Queen’s Guard. I’m not sure how much you know about that, but in England, it’s a pretty big deal. And I hated it. I was permanently stationed at home, and as a reward for my “bravery” I was now standing in front of buildings motionless while annoying Chinese tourists tried to make me laugh. I wanted out, but the honor of the position, combined with my mother’s happiness that the biggest danger I could ever face would be an Asian tourist, I had no choice but to do it. Only if I knew I’d be safer in some cave in Kabul…

So I was stationed to work at the Tower of London few shifts a week. Shifts were usually 2-3 hours long, depending on how many people worked that day. Gotta tell you, that job gets old quickly. Drunk people who try to mess with you along with annoying tourists who think they’re the first ones ever to try to make you laugh, you just want out of your own skin. But it was a job, and it paid, so I shut the fuck up and did it.

Now, this one day, this one day in 2012 started boring as any other day. I had a few French guys trying to mess with me (god they’re the worst, and you can’t do shit unless they threaten you), then I had a group of drunk Russian chicks which wasn’t so bad. The heat was just starting to melt that fucking hat into my skull when a huge group of tourists showed up. Some sort of a guided tour, I assumed. They all did their standard spiel, pictures, “funny” faces, jokes, etc. They all had their cameras out, and they all wore same t-shirts, some Big Ben tour bullshit. All but one. I noticed her standing in the back, just staring at me. She was a good looking woman, probably early forties, really dark long hair and somewhat pale, which made me think she was English. She did seem to be the part of the tour as she stood with all of the others.

After the group finally took enough pictures and realized I wasn’t gonna laugh, they started moving on. Except the pale woman who stayed and kept watching me. Now, I’ve seen my fair share of people doing all kinds of stupid stuff to get a reaction out of me, but this was a new one. Not only that, this lady was committed. Two hours and hundreds of tourists later, she still stood in the very same spot, just staring at me. The day got pretty hot and there was no way she was comfortable, but I shit you not, she was calmer than I was. She wasn’t smiling which was strange because I assumed she was trying to make me react. About thirty minutes later, when the crowd around me slowly died out, she took a slow step towards me. Then another one. “Here we go, joke incoming” I thought as she took her sweet time walking up closer.

She stopped about two feet away from me. She was looking straight into my eyes. Tilted her head to the left, then to the right, which I assumed was her attempt at making me laugh. Then I realized this woman wasn’t here to joke around. Still standing at two feet away, she started leaning towards me. There was something just so fucked up about her mannerisms that made me extremely uneasy. She never lost an eye contact with me. She kept leaning towards me while her feet never moved. Her face stopped just short of touching mine and her position seemed unnatural at that point. Her head started slowly shaking, like when you get out of the pool or a shower and are freezing, you know?

And then, then she scared the fucking shit out of me. I had people screaming in my face, I even had a moron trying to fight me, but what she did was by far the worst. She opened her mouth as if she were about to let the loudest scream at me, but nothing came out. Nothing. She just stood there, leaned at an unnatural angle, inches from my face, letting a fucking silent scream or whatever that was out of her wide open mouth. And the speed of her shaking increased. Now, I’m not gonna lie, even though it was really hot that day, I started feeling cold and goosebumps ran under my uniform. I finally got myself together and started marching away from her – we are allowed to do a 10-step march occasionally.

When I got to the end of one way, I stopped and closed my eyes. I just wanted her to be gone when I turned around. As I made a 180 degree turn, I instantly froze. She was right in front of me; leaned all the way to my face, mouth open even wider, head now shaking uncontrollably. I was so taken aback, I was unable to react. Noise, screaming, and other stuff I can deal with, but this silent creepy fucking behavior was honestly intimidating me.

“Make way for the Queens Guard!” I yelled. We are allowed to say that when someone is in our way. She didn’t react, but she did lean farther to about an inch from my face.

“MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN’S GUARD” I yelled even louder, hoping my voice wouldn’t break.

She had absolutely zero regard for my orders. Unwilling to deal with the bullshit any longer, I stepped back and pointed my bayonet at her. That was our last resort for annoying tourists.

She immediately closed her mouth and leaned back into a normal human position. I wasn’t going to wait for her to do whatever she was about to do, so I started marching around her. When I got back to my post, I turned around and stood still. I couldn’t see her in the corner of my eye which gave me a huge relief. “Jesus, this fucking job” I thought to myself “I’m gonna have to look into…”

“10, 9, 8” someone whispered in my right ear. It must be her. She was behind me.

“10, 9, 8” whispers came from my left side. Goosebumps were at an all-time erect now. Hilarious, isn’t it? Combat vet, killed more people than he’d ever want to admit, is now scared to hell of some batshit tourist lady.

“10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she sped up her whispering. Then walked in front of me. “10, 9, 8, 10, 9, 8” she was now whispering incredibly fast. Actually, whispering doesn’t describe it properly. It was like yelling, but in a whisper tone, if that makes any sense. It was surreal. She leaned towards my face again, whispering those fucking numbers franticly.

I was about to break my orders. I couldn’t take it anymore. There was something fucked up about this woman, and I couldn’t deal with it.

“Ma’m,” I spoke in a voice of the biggest scared pussy, “Ma’m will you please step…”

And then, a huge group of loud tourist ran up to us. The crazy woman leaned back, still looking at me. She whispered “10, 9, 8” one more time while never losing an eye contact. Then she walked away, as slowly as she moved around me. It was so strange watching her slowly disappear into the crowd. All that was left was a strange feeling of something unnatural. That, and a group of life-saving Asian tourists. Never thought I’d be so happy to see a Nikon-snapping Chinese guy.

After my shift was done, I went into our base and told the story to a couple of guys. They all had some experience with creepy people, but never on this level. When our shift commander came, guys jokingly told him how I was “abused” on duty. He wanted some laughs, so he asked for the full story. But when I started telling what happened, he quickly lost his smile.

“Stop, stop,” he said. “Did you talk to her?”

“Sir?” I asked intrigued.

“Son, did you or did you not speak to this woman?”

I wasn’t gonna lose my weekly pay over breaking that stupid no-talking rule, so I lied. “Of course not, sir.”

He seemed to calm down. “Good. And if she ever comes back, never talk back, understood? And that goes for all of you.”

Joking atmosphere quickly died out in the break room. I was puzzled, but I was even more tired, so I decided to go home and sleep instead of worrying about crazy fucking tourists.

Next few shifts went by as boring as they were supposed to be. Woman was nowhere to be seen, and since my girlfriend was about to visit me all the way from Netherlands, I forgot about the incident.

Tuesday night around 3am, I was awoken by loud banging at the door. For some strange reason, the first thought that crossed my mind was that fucked up woman from a week ago.

“Babe, would you mind peeping through the hole to see who it is?” I lazily mumbled as I gently pushed my girlfriend. She was dead asleep; I swear nothing could wake her up. Semi-conscious, I stumbled through the hallway and to the door. “Who is it?” I muttered while peeking through the hole, but it was too dark outside. That sobered me up. “Who is it?” I asked again, but the only answer I got was louder banging.

“Fuck it” I thought as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

There are about million things I’d rather see standing in front of me at that moment. And there was only one person I did not expect to be at the door.

My girlfriend.

I was supposed to pick her up tonight.

I nearly lost all control of my legs. Thousand things raced through my mind which was having trouble comprehending what in the fuck was happening.

“Thanks for picking me up at the Heathrow, asshole,” my girlfriend said as she slammed the carryon on my chest. I was still speechless.

“So, I travel all the way from Amsterdam to see you, and you forget? Really?”

I wasn’t hearing it. I knew I was half asleep when I got up, but there WAS someone in my bed. I wasn’t dreaming for fuck’s sake.

“Stay here” I mumbled as I handed her the bag back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just stay here.”

Not knowing where I got the courage to walk to the bedroom, I slowly made my way.

I know what you’re thinking – in movies and books, guy walks into the room and boom, its empty, right? I fucking wish.

I walked into my room and it was completely dark. But I could hear breathing. Heavy breathing. My pulse was so high I was sure I was gonna pass out, but I flipped the switch.

“7, 6, 5, 7, 6, 5” whispers came from the corner of the room where she stood. That same fucking woman. She stood almost glued to the corner of the room, her back to the wall. She was looking straight at me. And though I was sure I lost the power of speech, I managed to squeeze out a “What the fuck”.

“7, 6, 5” she said as she took the first slow step towards me. Her mouth was always wide open, as if she were letting out that damn soundless scream. Every step she’d make, she’d close her mouth enough to say “7, 6, 5”.

I couldn’t move. Nothing in this world existed besides this woman slowly walking towards me. What a creepy and unsettling feeling. Like, I wasn’t physically afraid of her, right? I could take her down – and was ready to. But this kind of fear was something foreign to me. Seemed like I was afraid for my, shit, I don’t know, soul? You know what I mean? I knew she couldn’t hurt me physically, but I was stills scared. Not to mention I fucking somehow slept in the same bed with this whatever the fuck she is.

She came incredibly close to me. The familiar lean. An inch from my face. My breathing was so irregular and loud, it was the only noise in the room.

“7, 6, 5.”

Suddenly, something about this had a strangely familiar feeling.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” scream came from behind me.

My girlfriend.

I snapped into reality, turned around and grabbed my girl. “Run!” I yelled as we escaped the room. We ran to the kitchen where I grabbed one of those “As seen on TV” steel-cutting knives. My girlfriend was just silently weeping at my side, unable to even ask questions.

I could hear footsteps. First, I saw her shadow, then I saw her calmly walking through the hallway. Her mouth was now so unnaturally wide open, and she wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the ceiling as she slowly made her way to the door. Her head was shaking very fast. It was abso-fucking-lutely surreal, I’m telling you. I mean, just imagine, this woman, who creeped you out a week ago, is now walking through your place at 3 in the morning, staring at the ceiling with mouth impossibly wide open. Not to mention you slept next to her for who knows how long.

When she finally walked out, I ran to the door and slammed it. Girlfriend was still unable to speak. When we got ourselves together, I was afraid she’d think I cheated on her with this woman, but she didn’t. She saw that horror walk through out hallway and she knew something was wrong.

I was terrified, but I didn’t let it show. The scariest part of everything was that I had a job that required me to stand still and not react to my surroundings. I told my girlfriend about my experience with this fucked up woman, but I didn’t mention her “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5” whispers. I didn’t want to scare her any further.

Because , what could those whispers be if not a countdown?

* * *

I was hesitant to call the police after that crazy whatever-she-was left my apartment, but my girlfriend wouldn’t have it. Police were at our place in about 20 minutes. Took our statements, woman’s description, and told us to immediately call should anything else happen.

But my mind was set on something else. My commander. He told me not to talk to her. And I did. And now I’m waking up in bed with her, and how the fuck did she even get into my flat, shit man, too many thoughts.

The next day I went to my commander’s office.

“Sir,” I said very carefully – you need to understand that losing this job, no matter how shitty it was, definitely wasn’t on my to-do list – “Sir, we need to talk.”

He looked up at me from his desk and I swear to you, I swear he already knew. His face lost all the emotion. He didn’t even ask what was happening. “Sit,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.

“Sir, I…” I was having a hard time confessing to breaking the rules of the Guard.

“You spoke to her. You responded.” He said as he leaned towards me. “Didn’t you.”

“Well, I just asked her to move, that’s all.”

“No, not the Queen’s Guard command. Did you say anything else to her?” “I did.” ** If you remember, besides me yelling “MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN’S GUARD”, I did say “Ma’m, will you please…”**

“God damn it, son. God fucking damn it.”

This was the first time I heard my commander curse.

“Sir, who is this woman?”

“I’m going to file for your immediate removal from the guard,” he brushed me off as he opened his desk to look for something.

“Sir?” I asked, not believing I was about to lose my job.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find you something else to do. But your days in the Guard are over. Expect the transfer within a week.”

“Sir, but I was just…” “That is all, son, you can leave now.” He said, not even looking at me.

I was pissed. But then again, if I was going to keep the paycheck without having to stand in the street and deal with tourists/crazy fucking creatures, I was fine.

The new schedule came out and, what do you know, I was only scheduled to work one shift that week. That was really handy because I was supposed to babysit my 7 year old niece visiting from Birmingham, and I had already planned out the whole weekend with her.

Thursday came with no further incidents with the mouth-wide-open bitch. My girlfriend had finally calmed down. She left back to Amsterdam that morning and in a good mood. Life was getting back on track.

My shift that day was 6-10pm in front of St. James Palace. There are usually two of us working there, but for some reason, I was scheduled to work alone from 9-10. Here’s how the spot where I worked looks. The little wooden post is where we’d stand in case of a storm. “Ok, buddy, hang in there, almost done,” my fellow guard said at 9:02 pm, as he marched back inside.

“One more hour. One last hour of this damn job and I am free. God, it feels good…” I thought as I stood still in front of my post. Night was unusually quiet, but it was starting to rain, so I guess it was to be expected. 9:30pm. Still light rain, still boring as fuck. Almost there. 9:45pm. Rain was picking up, so I decided to spend my last few minutes in the post.

I turned around.

I shouldn’t have.

There she was.

If I were a writer, I’d use all these descriptive tools to paint a picture of how horrifying that woman looked that night. Let me tell you, this was the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a child getting killed by a land mine.

The woman was standing at the door of the post. She wore a white dress that was nearly shining in the dark. But her face, fuck man, her face. She wasn’t looking at me, which somehow made it even fucking worst. She was looking at the sky or whatever the hell was up there, and her eyes went so far up I could only see bottom of her pupils. Her mouth was so wide open, I was now nearly sure it wasn’t possible for a human to do this.

There is something surreal about standing in front of someone who doesn’t act rationally. Like, if you’re getting mugged, you know they want your money. Shit, if you’re getting shot at, you know they want to kill you. But the true mental horror is in not knowing what in the fuck she wanted from me.

9:49. Ok, 11 minutes of this and I can finally…

She took a step towards me. Then another one. At about two feet from me, she stopped.

She started leaning. That fucking lean. Her face stopped just short of mine. At first her head started shaking slowly, but started to move increasingly fast. It was a small kind of shaking, as I said before, kinda like when you get out of the shower into an air-conditioned room and start shaking. The pupils were so high up, I could barely see them. Her head was now trembling so fast I was wondering how it was possible. And that mouth, man, that mouth was so unnaturally, un-fucking-humanly open. I swear I saw corners of her lips starting to bleed because her skin wasn’t able to support the opening.

No sound.

The street was silent, probably the most silent I’ve ever seen it. And the worst part is, it was night time. I know I do this a lot, but just imagine it one more time – you’re standing motionlessly in the middle of the street, and there is this bleeding-wide-open mouth woman an inch from your face, doing whatever the fuck she’s doing, and not a soul in sight. And no sound, whatsoever.

9:54pm.

Come the fuck on.

And then, as if she heard my thought, her pupils dropped back and looked straight at me. I nearly jumped back. She closed her mouth, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’d rather she kept it open. Her jaw started rapidly opening and closing, as if she were biting something invisible. Her teeth were hitting each other so hard, I was sure they’d break.

That was it for me, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I took a step back and screamed “JUST FUCKING STOP ALREADY!”

And she did. Teeth stopped clenching, mouth closed, and she stood back up from the leaning. She took a step towards me and, for the first time ever, smiled.

“4, 3, 2, 1, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4 ,3 ,2 ,1” she started whispering, never losing the smile.

“What is that, what the fuck is that?” I begged. I was ready to grab her, shake, her, anything, just for an answer. What the fuck did she want from me, right?

9:58pm.

“What the fuck!” came from behind me.

My commander.

He ran up to me, disregarding the crazy bitch in front.

“Did you talk to her?”

“I…”

“DID YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER?” he yelled, louder and while grabbing my uniform. He didn’t even pay attention to the woman.

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ… What number?” he said while finally letting me out of his fists.

“Sir?” I answered confused as you can imagine.

“What was the last number she said? What was it? Was it a zero?”

“No, I think she stopped at a 1… But why…?”

All this time, the woman just stood still and looked at us with a smile. Then, she took a step towards us. She slowly walked in between my commander and me.

“Don’t say a thing to her, not a fucking thing,” the commander said with obvious fear on his face.

The woman turned from me and towards him. She got into his face, and even from behind, I could see her mouth being wide open.

“Go, just go,” the commander said as he looked at me. He was avoiding acknowledging her. I heard her teeth clenching.

“I can’t just leave you,” I said.

“Go, and don’t come back here. I’ll take care of this.”

You know, I like to think of myself as brave, but at that moment, all I wanted to do is leave. I hope you can’t blame me for that. So I started running away.

“And never talk to her again!” the commander yelled as I got away.

Now, I know a lot this stuff sounds like bullshit, and you’re right, it really does. Sure, looking back at it now, I could’ve arrested her, hell I could’ve even killed the bitch, and so could’ve the commander. But you know what? When you find yourself in a situation as impossible and as unreal as that one, you don’t act rationally, you don’t think logically as you would in a normal situation. I went home, took a cold shower (after making sure my doors were locked) and I collapsed on the bed.

In the morning I texted my shift buddy to see if commander was ok and his “Yeah, why wouldn’t he be?” text back meant he made it. That’s all I needed to know, I was out of that life.

* * *

My niece came in town on Friday and I had her for the weekend. Running around a seven year old will make you lose your mind, let alone leave time to think about some crazy woman harassing you. Besides, I was done with that job – that morning I got transfer papers.

I spent the whole day taking the kid different places she liked. Shit was exhausting. Saturday morning I made us some breakfast as we watched cartoons for the good part of it. Then we put in a Catwoman movie and my niece dressed as her – she loved her for some reason (movie was a complete trash). I guess I wasn’t used to having to take care of the kids because I fell asleep on the couch, already exhausted.

My niece woke me up.

“Uki,” she said, that’s what she calls me, “Uki, let’s play.” She was holding my old pair of walkie-talkies. I used to love those as a kid, so I couldn’t say no to her.

“Sure, let’s see if these old things work. Go outside of the house, I want to check the range on these babies.”

Her face lit up as she ran out.

I turned the walkie-talkie on and started playing with it. Static noise was there, meaning the batteries worked, it was only a matter of finding the right frequency.

“Ashley? Ashley, do you copy, over?” I tried a few times.

I finally heard something.

“Ashley, do you copy, I repeat, do you copy, over?”

“Hero” was all I heard at a low volume.

“Ashely, you punk, you need to say over when you’re done.”

“H…e..ro” I heard again.

“This damn thing,” I thought. Too lazy to go out, I took the batteries out, blew at them, as if that ever does anything, and put them back in.

“Ok, Catwoman hero, do you copy now, over?”

“ZERO”

I dropped the walkie-talkie.

That wasn’t Ashley’s voice. That wasn’t “Hero” I thought I heard.

Ashley.

I ran outside and immediately started fucking hating myself for letting the child go out on its own. Ashley stood in the yard, holding a radio, squeezing it hard. In front of her stood that same woman, bent over and all the way down to my kid’s face.

“Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero” was what woman frantically repeated in Ashley’s traumatized face.

Yeah, when some freak harasses me, I can control myself. But a child, my cousin?

I lost it. I ran towards the woman and tackled her with enough force I was sure I’d hurt her. As soon as I hit the ground, I got up and grabbed Ashley. “Are you alright?” I yelled, “Did she touch you?!” I didn’t even realize how hard I was shaking her, probably scaring her even more.

Ashely was now crying so hard, she couldn’t even answer.

“Let’s go in,” I said as I turned towards the woman. She was still lying on the ground, facing down.

As soon as we got into the house, we went to the window. The woman started standing up. She turned towards us.

“I’m calling the police,” I told terrified Ashely as I picked up my cell. “Don’t worry baby, it’s going to be alright.”

The woman took a step towards the window. Then another one. Her nose was bleeding and she was visibly hurt as she was limping, but it didn’t seem to matter to her.

I’ll admit, I was nearly frozen from the rush of adrenaline I had. We just stood there at the window, watching this freak approaching us.

“Police are on the way,” I told my niece who was still crying.

The woman walked up to the window.

She… She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She leaned towards Ashley’s face. Poor little thing grabbed my hand and was squeezing it way too hard for a 7 year old. That fucking thing, bitch, woman, whatever she was, leaned all the way to the window. Only a piece of glass was separating her from Ashley. As I was about to take my niece into another room, far from this thing, the woman opened her mouth, but immediately closed it into a smile. Then again. It was fucking impossibly strange. As she’d open her mouth, her pupils would shoot up towards the back of her head, only to immediately come back followed with a smile. She was now alternating inhumanely fast in between a smile and a gaping mouth paired with nearly pupil-less eyes.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told Ashley as I picked her up and took her to my room.

Police arrived about 15 minutes later. They started scanning the neighborhood and actually caught a woman who matched my description. I was due at the police station for identification, but first I had to drop Ashley off at the train station. Her mum wanted her back immediately after what happened, and I couldn’t blame her. I took her to the station, where I arranged for the staff to watch her until her destination.

A very pleasant conductor promised he’d watch her whole trip. He took Ashley’s hand and promised to show her all the cool parts of the train. Finally, the kid smiled.

As train was getting ready to leave, conductor put my niece on the stairs. “Say bye to your uncle,” he said, “we’re about to leave.”

“Bye Ashley, tell your mum to call me when you arrive, ok?”

She didn’t respond to me, which was understandable. The kid was probably still fucking terrified, hell, I was still terrified.

As the announcer said all boarding was complete, conductor opened the door for them to get inside the train.

Ashley didn’t move, though. She looked up at the conductor.

“Let’s go now,” he said.

Ashley opened her mouth, looking up at the man.

“We have to get in now, we’re about to start moving honey,” he said again. “Let’s go.”

As he entered the train and Ashely followed, I heard her say “10 9 8.”

 

I'll break it down to everyone interested in this sleep paralysis stuff.
I usually have sleep paralysis 2 days a week, and it can range from like 8 times a night to 3.

It differs from person to person, but when I'm about to fall asleep and I am "dreaming" lets say someone asks a questions and the person will answer with a loud scream, I've heard this scream almost everytime since I was 12 and its from the movie "The Ring" which is one of the most bs horror movies I've ever seen. So for me it basically starts with a loud scream, and then I feel a lot of weight on my chest, afterwards I feel like I am floating and after that I am able to move again. I can now move my fingers during sleep paralysis cuz I've had it a lot.

I read advice on the net that you should sleep on the side so u can refrain from having sleep paralysis and this is complete BS, cuz I did this and the weight you feel on your chest you now instead feel on your lower back which hurts a bit.
btw everything becomes really loud, if you have a fan on in your room you'll hear it loud and clear

So my advice is to drink lots of water, sleep on your stomach and whenever sleep paralysis occurs just try to move your fingers and not your whole body.


Apart from that, you are all stupid americunts

 

I've seen doors slam by themselves and heard footsteps in this old castle of a school in my town.

 

That's intense. Dunno if I believe you. But it makes for a good story either way.