One night my friend and I made a cheap paper ouija board for kicks. We didn’t think it would work, but we were bored and decided to try it anyway. It’s important to note that my friends house is very old with creaky wooden floors and large staircases. Before we took our home made ouija board for a spin we went downstairs in pitch dark to get a drink. My friend went first and I followed. I noticed there was a little light provided by a street light outside. As I approached the top step I saw a white figure go from the living room to her Mother’s room downstairs. After I calmed down, we decided against doing the ouija board. It turns out that my friends house used to be a funeral home. The living room was the viewing room for the corpses.
I used to be very religious and at one time I would pray every night before I went to bed. One night I was lying in my bed but I couldn’t sleep. I was lying on my stomach and suddenly felt like someone was pressing me down. It lasted for about 2 minutes and I couldn’t breathe at all. When it stopped I jumped off my bed and turned the light on but no one was there. I didn’t have my dogs back then and my parents weren’t home that night. I prayed again and went back to sleep. A week later, it happened again. This time however, I heard what seemed like a dog breathing and growling and I felt it’s hot breath on the back of my neck. I prayed and asked God to make it stop but it just got worse. Again, I jumped off and turned the light on after it had stopped. The night after I didn’t pray before sleep and this time I felt like something was stroking my head gently. It was terrible and I was afraid, but it stopped and after I managed to get to sleep. After that I never prayed again and since then this ‘thing’ comes to me in the night and strokes my head every time.
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I heard about a girl who used to live in a house that had seen it’s fair share of death. Every time her or her family would leave the house they would hear this screaming and pleading from upstairs. It would only happen when they were leaving though, and as soon as they went back inside it would stop. The girl that lived there had found out later that the house had burnt down in the past and a young girl had died in the fire. Supposedly she was left in the house and watched from a window upstairs as her family left her to die. This explains the screaming and pleading that can be heard whenever she leaves the house.
I had a very spontaneous day yesterday. After a dinner of dumplings and vegetables in chinatown myself and a few friends decided it would be a good idea to go to an abandoned and notoriously haunted mental asylum. I’m usually very grounded, but I’m totally thrown by the possible existence of spirits. I’ve seen and heard too much to ignore, and I would think it ignorant of me to pretend I hadn’t experienced what I had. Larundel asylum certainly scared away any remaining shreds of my natural skepticism. We had to sneak in because it was fenced off right around the perimeter of the property. We crawled in through a gap in a wire fence and started walking through the place looking at all the old run down asylum buildings. This is at about 10:30 at night mind you, so it was well and truly dark and sufficiently creepy by then. There were half torn down buildings everywhere. We were constantly dodgy fallen barbed wire fencing, old pieces of timber with nails protruding out and more broken glass than I’d seen anywhere before. A few of the group thought there were things watching us through windows, and my friend Daniel said he saw something crawl past him before we’d even gone into any of the actual buildings. We were tipped off that security would roll through every now and then to make sure no one was trespassing but we avoided them with lots of running and hiding. After the uneasy feeling in our stomach lessened we we found our feet and went into a building. It was one of the only entrances to the building that hadn’t been boarded off with a sheet of timber or corrugated iron. Like the outside, the inside was plastered with graffiti. Satanic symbols, warnings and little snippets of the places history like “lethal injections were administered here.” It was a scene straight out of a horror movie. There were holes in the walls and the roof, staircases missing steps. Moving through the place wasn’t easy and while searching through our recorders for unexplained voices or sounds there was the constant pang of the glass, plaster and timber under out feet. We continued through and spotted another open door which lead to a small bathroom. We’d been told about very few places in the asylum but this bathroom was one of them. We found it odd that everything else in the room was completely ruined, but the bathroom mirror was completely intact. Naturally we proceeded to take photos in it;
We started doing some voice recordings, trying to capture the frequencies of sound that our ears can’t hear, to see if there was any spirits in the place. We started asking a few questions like “what is your name?” “can you talk to us?” and things like “we’re here to help you..” etc. There was this one sound we got that sounded like a growl and a whisper at the same time, but was really loud. I heard it with my own ears and actually freaked out. But then I heard Daniel calling our names so I thought it was him. When we got back to the car and listened too the recordings, it definitely wasn’t him. None of us could even make anything close to the sound we heard. Before he called our names for the first time I’d heard it and reacted too it. I was most taken aback with that it seemed to come from like 10 different directions at once. Our iPhone cameras really didn’t respond well to the dark. Everything was blurred and the flash didn’t respond well in that level of darkness so we got a lot of pretty useless photos like these ones;
Anyway, we continued recording and asking questions, and we started getting these really strange sounds. There was like this really loud and violent “HISSSSSS” that we heard upon playing the recording back. We were really freaked out because it sounded inhuman. This theme continued through out the night. We caught another recording of a loud grunting sound. It was actually terrifying. Scared the girls we were with to tears. It made us almost too afraid to go back in. Of course we did though. We waited until midnight when the security supposedly knock off and then we headed back into the same building we were in before after getting something to eat in town. We walked down the same dilapidated hallway a bit more, and found old equipment they used in the asylum when it was operating. It all added to the creepy vibe of the place. Just before Reece asked “what’s your name?” someone else asked it first. It was like a little girl, she sounded about 8 and she asked “what’s your name?” but in more of curious whisper. Once again, upon hearing it the girls started crying. Then afterward, we were experimenting with taking photos and trying to figure out if we could download nightvision camera apps for our iPhones. I was taking photos from the outside of one of the buildings when the rest of the group had headed off down the road a way. I was fairly close to the building, probably about 10 metres away from it, but my iPhone hardly even picked it up.
All that showed up was like a thick kind of fog looking stuff (maybe it can explained by people who study photography). You can only just see the painted white frames of the windows. I took a few photos of the group, and the fog was still there but because they were standing 2 metres from me the camera’s flash seemed to registered them, even in the dark. I went back to taking photos of the buildings and concluded that I was too far away from it to really get a decent unobstructed shot. But upon review, in one of the photos I think you can see a little girl, once again she looked about 8 (seemingly the same age as the girl who asked Reece what his name was) and it looked like she was running away from me back into the building. You can make out a flowing black dress, both her arms and hands, her shoes and the parts of her legs that weren’t obscured by the hem of the dress;
I see it (almost) as clear as day. But if you don’t think it looks like a girl, then I don’t know what it could be because there was absolutely nothing obstructing my view of the building. In fact the photo I took a second after this looks like this one except without the mysterious figure in the middle. She would’ve been about 4 metres away from me at the most, because I could still make her out through the foggy stuff (?), but I couldn’t make out the building I was taking the photo of. It was really a startling photo to us as a group. I might even upload the sound files to show all the voices and sounds we caught. We didn’t get many audible words, mainly grunts and hisses and the like, but that seems fitting considering as we were in a mental asylum that wouldn’t have housed a lot of patients that knew how to speak.
I had just fallen asleep and something literally just shocked me right out of my sleep. What happened, was not part of a dream, sleep paralysis or something I imagined….this was real, very real. When I woke up, I was literally jolted awake by the feeling of something walking, very slowly on top of the bed. I sit here typing this, visualizing what happened, like an animal stalking it’s prey….that’s how slow this “thing” crept towards me. When I first awoke it was at my ankle area, by the time I swung my right leg over and began kicking my husband awake and him knocking everything over on the table to get the lamp on, it came to a sudden stop at my waist. While I was kicking him and he was fumbling to get the light on, he asked me what was wrong and all I could get out was “Somethings on the bed”!! The whole time this was going on, I could feel the comforter tugging and the bed sinking with each step closer to me and it was horrifying!|
My colleague and I were talking in work about how scary the basement was. She had to go down there alone once, she walked down the stairs and started walking through the long corridor to get to the main basement. She suddenly saw a man dressed in a security outfit walk across the corridor into the basement. She didn’t think anything of it until she got to the basement and couldn’t find him anywhere… our manager then said a security officer had hung himself years ago in the basement.
I heard about a man who was supposedly haunted by a demon. His wife noticed vicious mood swings and anger issues and also that he had become quite hostile towards friends of his when they’d call him on the phone, as well as his wife. He blamed his anger on nocturnal attacks where he’d wake up and find scratches on his arms and legs. One morning his wife woke up to find that her husband wasn’t next to her in bed. She got up and proceeded to the kitchen to see if he was fixing breakfast. She found him lying dead on the kitchen floor. When the coroners report came back they found he had been strangled to death, but by who? The police found no signs of breaking and entering and the alarm system in the house wasn’t tripped.
A family moves into a house in the US. They get settled in hoping to make a fresh start for themselves despite deeming it odd that they secured the house for far below any other houses in the area. They also wondered about the fact that the previous owner only lived there for a year.
As they get settled the families only child, a five year old girl, makes an imaginary friend named Emily. They play together sometimes and it was all innocent until the daughter claimed that Emily had taught her a nursery rhyme that she couldn’t have learnt from anyone else. They were shocked but their daughter seemed happy so they left it alone.
As time went on the family experienced odd happenings around the home. Shadows darting across walls, feelings of being watched, and misplaced or broken items being found around the house. One day they came to find all the photos in the house stacked facedown in a pile on the loungeroom floor. They were scared so they called a medium in. Upon looking over the house the medium began humming the same nursery rhyme that the daughter would sing.
One night as things became progressively worse the daughter tells her Grandmother that Emily said it was okay if she went out the window. Perplexed the Grandmother asked what she meant. The daughter stated that Emily said that if she jumped out of the window of their two storey house that Emily would catch her.
The family felt as if something was out to get their daughter and left the house without taking any belongings.
Throughout my schooling experience we always gave our sub teachers a lot of shit.
Except for Mr Chanter.
Everyone was always more than happy to have him, mostly because he told a great story or two.
He also had a fake eye which cool too!
One afternoon he took my class.
We began talking about ghost stories and the unexplained.
He told us a story about his Great Grandfather who would always visit him.
The first encounter he came to him one night and sat on the end of his bed.
He said he was only a small boy, 9 or so.
So he was obviously frightened.
2 weeks later his Grandfather became ill and died.
The next sighting was not as scary as the first as he knew who this ghost was and that the ghost was not there to harm him.
2 weeks later his Mother was diagnosed with cancer.
The next sighting, 2 weeks later he received a call from his Sister, knowing it would not be good news.
His Mother and Aunty were in a car accident.
The last sighting that he had had (to that date) was to tell him yet again he would have bad news.
His Wife was ill and she passed away.
He said he knew that his Great Grandfather was the bringer of bad news and felt like he had a responsibility to tell his family whenever he saw his Great Grandfather but each time kept it to himself.
About a year or so ago we received the news that he had committed suicide.
He had been diagnosed with severe and aggressive cancer.
I have wondered if he was ever visited again, before his diagnosis or before he took his own life.
RIP one of my favorite teachers!