I’ve already shared this with Mitch in private but I’ll tell my story on here now.

This story isn’t meant to be another ghost story or even a scary story. Just a story of an unbelieveable event which I still to this day cannot comprehend how and why it came to me.

OK, so this was a few years back now. I had a dream, that I was in my home town for something very important but I wasnt quite sure what because it wasnt made very clear. I was in a room with a heap of my primary school friends. We were at a funeral, but it was never made clear in the dream who’s funeral it was. I ended up staying at my old school friend Sean’s place, and it was weird because I had never spoken to him or thought of him since we finished primary school. Then we were back in the funeral place again and I spent another night at Sean’s place, but Sean wasnt there on either nights… It was just his house. When i woke up the next morning I looked up a bunch of my old friends on myspace, it took a little while to hear from some of them, but i found out that night i had the dream Sean died in a car crash.

As I said, I had never spoken or really ever thought about Sean since we finished primary school. Yet this dream came out of no where. I dont really know what to class this as, but it sure opened my eyes.

This happened recently to my Grandmother.
She started to awaken very early in the morning and someone would be in her room, a little girl, about ten years old, wearing a bonnet. My Grandmother, Mia, was not afraid and asked what she wanted. The girl turned to her, closed her eyes and disappeared. The next day Mia saw her again, only this time the girl was sitting next to Mia, reading over her shoulder. Mia asked what it wanted, and a draft blew the page of her book over, the girl then disappeared. The last time Mia saw the girl was the strangest, she awoke to find that all the furniture in her room was shifted, and the little girl was staring out the window. Mia asked “did you do this?” the girl nodded, without looking at Mia, then faded away. Suddenly all the furniture shifted back into place. Mia has caught glimpses of the girl since, and still cannot explain why she is there.

-Anon.

Creepy enough this only happened last night, i was sitting in my lounge at around about 12am, my whole family had gone to bed, and because i live in a big house, i was downstairs and everyone else was upstairs in their beds, my bed is upstairs too, i had just turned my laptop off and put it on the coffee table then got up to go to bed, i was walking through my kitchen when i heard something, it sounded like someone saying ‘Why are you up’ automatically i thought it was my mum so i turned around and said ‘what’ and nothing was there, i thought it was a bit strange so i kept walking, i got to the stairs and i heard something fall, i paused and kept listening and i heard kind of a dragging noise, i walked back into the lounge and my laptop was in the middle of the lounge on the floor, turned on. It was really fucking creepy i wont lie, i opened my laptop and every single tab was open that i had previously closed prior to turning it off. So i turned it off again then put it back on the coffee table, walked up stairs and hopped into bed, i was dosing off and my eyes were kind of shut when i saw a shadow at my door, again i thought it was my mum, or my sister and i said what do you want, the shadow moved closer and since i thought it was one of my family members i angrily said ‘what the fuck do you want im sleeping’ then i heard this muffled sound, i went to sit up and it literally disappeared out my door, then my door slowly started to close itself. Then after that nothing happened for the rest of the night, i literally stayed awake all night because i was frightened. In the morning i confronted my family and asked if any of them came into my room, they swore to god that they were all asleep and didn’t do anything. My house is also pretty new so i wont write any of this ‘a family lived in here until one died blah blah’ So yeah, there is my creepy experience!

-Anon. 

I once heard a story of a family who had a little girl, Mary, who passed away prematurely at an age of 2 (or there abouts). The parents felt that Mary didn’t get the chance she deserved and when they were ready, they had a second child, and named her Mary. They thought of it as a second chance for their child. They decided not to tell Mary about her sister whom she was named after.

One day while they were all driving through town. They were passing the local graveyard when Mary yelled out “that’s where I’m buried.” She pointed off into the midst of the graveyard. The parents were so taken aback they stopped the car. Mary ran out of the car and to the very site where her sister had been buried a few years earlier.

-Anon.

When I was around 10/11 years old I woke up one night feeling really scared. I walked to my mum and step dads room filled with hesitation because I was just feeling really uneasy about something. I made it to there door with no trouble, except it was locked so I knocked on the door and while waiting I looked to the other side of the staircase and I noticed these red eyes in the darkness coming out of my little brothers room. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dim I noticed a whole person, with a completely burnt body, and black scraggly hair. It came towards me, but it was walking really slowly so I kept banging on my parents door, as it kept moving towards me. They finally opened the door and it disappeared.
The scary thing is, a couple of years later some mates and myself did a ouija board and we spoke to a person who said they had been burnt alive on the property.

-ihatehatehaters

Thanks so much to everyone who has contributed thus far. I’m hoping this ends up an expansive archive of creepy stories from around the world. A database for anyone who wants a scare or to share a story. 

To celebrate the response I’ve had to this blog I thought I might share a few stories of my own… 

Until recently I lived in a fairly old house with my family. A few people had passed away before we came to live there; an elderly woman and a teenage boy. People that visited would sometimes ask who the old lady was in our garden. We would just smile and know that there probably wasn’t really a woman pulling weeds in our garden, but we didn’t want to freak anyone out. My Mum would sometimes wake up hearing footsteps or banging on her door when there was no one home and on the odd occasion she would see the teenage boy sitting on her bedside table staring at her. She said he would leave when asked. It seemed like there were fairly non-threatening spirits residing in our house. I saw things in my house too, but never the boy or the old lady that died there. I sometimes felt a presence in my Mum’s room, and more than once I found myself talking to the person I thought was in the room to no avail, realising that there was no one there, but that was about it. However I used to see things that I couldn’t explain and to this day I don’t know if I believe what I saw.
It wasn’t your stereotypical encounter; it wasn’t 3:00am, the power wasn’t out and it wasn’t raining outside. It was the middle of the day, the sun was out and I was doing homework at my kitchen table. I looked up from my studies and saw a tall, skinny, naked man, he was blue and looked long dead. He was bald and skinny and scared me more than anything had ever scared me before. The worst thing was he got down on his hands and feet and crawled through the kitchen, into the dining room and out into the loungeroom. Recalling it now it seems so surreal, and even at the time I couldn’t believe my eyes. It scared me for a while but over time when the memory of it faded I dismissed it as my overactive imagination playing tricks on me. I never told a soul about what I’d seen, because I didn’t even know if I believed what I saw.

Until…

About a year later my brother came to me a bit shaken. He told me that when he was on the computer the screen had gone black, and in the screens reflection he saw a tall, skinny, naked man crawl on his hands and feet over my Mum’s bed and out the door. My knees nearly buckled on hearing this. I’d never told him about seeing what I saw, and he just came out with an uncanny description of my experience to the last detail. 

I still don’t know if I believe it, but there you go.
Keep sharing your stories and experiences and stay tuned for more creepy stories.

-Mitch. 

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Cairns, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small townhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.
Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).
Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.
To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn’t come close to matching the body they’d found in the oven.

-Anon.

My cousin and I had gone to Adelaide, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of children had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the children off. So they all died. When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks.
Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home THAT NIGHT. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That’s not scary, no. But what was scary was the little sets of handprints all over the back of the car. All the size of children’s hands.

-Anon.

It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.

-Anon.

A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares.
Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed.
So, in other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your “dreams”?
They’re real.

-Anon.