I Read Creepy Stories For A Living, But These 26 Spine-Chilling Ones People Shared This Month Just Might Be The Eeriest I've Ever Read

Every month, I ask BuzzFeed readers like you to share the creepiest experiences they've ever had. This month, y'all certainly did not disappoint. Like, I have goosebumps STILL. So, without further ado, let's get into the stories:

1."I have a cross necklace that I like to wear. I was wearing it one day when my daughter was about 5. She started yelling, 'Take it off, Mommy, take it off!' When I asked her why, she said, 'The lady in the corner REALLY doesn’t like it!' Just then, there was an audible thump from the corner of the room. My daughter and I froze. I took it off immediately. To this day, I’m scared to wear the necklace in that room!"

—Hannah

2."In our teens, my younger brother and I bussed tables at a fancy restaurant across town during the summer. On one of the busiest nights, the manager offered us extra hours and a free dinner to stay later and help clean. Being so young and naive (and with no law saying we couldn't back then), we happily agreed and didn't end up leaving until 3 a.m. My brother drove, and we just quietly listened to the radio. Then, I started hearing a buzzing sound. I figured it was either static on the radio or noise from the engine, but it also kind of sounded like humming because it was so melodic."

"Perplexed, I turned down the volume and asked my brother if he had heard it, too. He said he thought it was me and was confused as to why I was humming along to a different song than the one that was playing on the radio.

By the time I said, 'Not me!' he'd slammed on the brakes. We both looked around to see what crossroad we'd reached. We looked to the right and found ourselves right in front of the cemetery! The humming didn't stop when the radio was turned down, and it distinctly sounded like it was a little girl's voice. After the initial shock wore off, we both screamed in unison, and I yelled, 'What are you doing?! GO!'

When we got home, my mom was already awake, having her morning coffee. My brother insisted we hold her rosary and say a few prayers for whoever shared a tune with us, just to be safe. The most eerie part was that, as soon as we passed the cemetery block, the humming completely stopped. The worst part for us, though, was that the manager never did honor his free meal promise!

—Trish, Tampa, USA

3."When I was a little girl, I often had bad dreams involving a mean lady named Bridget. I don’t know how I found her name out in the dreams, I just somehow knew. Bridget would chase me while yelling insults at me. She was tall, had long yellow hair, was around 50, and her eyes were brown. Other than these things, I couldn’t really tell you what she looked like. The dreams started when I was around 4, and they stopped about third grade. Then, when I was in seventh grade, I had an AWFUL social studies teacher. She was constantly berating and yelling at students for minor things, sometimes even body-shaming us. She was tall, with long yellow hair, and all the same features as Bridget. One day, I heard her talking to another teacher, and I overheard them call her Bridget. She was later fired for punching a girl in the face and knocking out a tooth. I think my mind was somehow trying to warn me about her."

—Natasha, NYC

4."When I was in college in the early '90s, a friend and I each had apartments in the same complex. We quickly made friends with two girls who shared an apartment in the building. One night, we were at the girls' place, and my friend found a really old Ouija board in their coat closet. Both of the girls were surprised, saying it wasn't theirs. He brought it out, and we decided to play a little bit before going out to dinner. We used it for a while, asking the typical silly questions and accusing everybody else of pushing the planchette. Typical stuff. Whoever we were talking to seemed very friendly and was kind of disappointed when we said goodbye."

"As we were leaving to go to dinner, my friend put it back on the top shelf in the closet. We were all standing by the front door waiting, and we all left together, watching one of the girls lock the apartment. So, I drove us to dinner. The restaurant was about a half hour away. There were no cell phones, and we were all in each other's sight the entire time.

When we got back to the apartment complex, we decided to go to my friend's apartment and listen to music. He unlocked his door, turned on the light, and we all freaked out. Sitting on the floor just inside the door was that damn board, with the planchette directly over NO.I'm ashamed to admit that the girls stopped crying long before I did. None of us could've done that — we'd all been together the entire time. But suffice it to say, there was a small bonfire in the parking lot that night, and we said goodbye to that board. It's been 30 years, but I'm still a little bit spooked when opening up a locked door."

—Kel, Western North Carolina

5."All her life, my grandma was known to unexpectedly say wild things. Towards the end of her life, though, she didn’t say much at all. She had chronic illnesses, and it just required too much effort. One day, we were in the living room, just us two. She was dozing in the rocking chair before suddenly waking up and SCREAMING, 'It’ll be bloody!' Then, she went silent again. I was horrified. Later that day, I got my first period. Did she somehow predict it? I don’t know. All I know is that it was spooky!"

—Coral, Massachusetts, USA

6."When I was in my early twenties, I went with two of my friends to a club in downtown Austin. We had a great time, and the three of us 'closed the place,' as they say. All three of us were dating guys who were in the same band, and we were going to meet them later, after their gig at a cafe that stayed open 24/7. We left the club just after 3 a.m. and walked down the street, heading towards my friend's parked car. Since it was a weekend, parking was difficult to find. The lot where she had parked her car was about six blocks away. Before long, two men approached us. Both of them looked to be around 30. One was rather quiet, and the other one was flirtatious and rather loud. He kept asking us, 'Where's the party?'"

"We didn't say much to him. At one point, when he asked where the party was, one of my friends told him firmly, 'The party is over!' He seemed agitated by her remark. At one point, he reached out to touch my other friend's hair, and she told him to stop. He seemed insulted by that. Then, he reached over and touched me on the shoulders, saying I was dressed like a slut because I 'obviously wanted a man to take my clothes off.' He was so creepy! At that point, the guy who was with him said, 'Roger, let's go!... Leave them alone, Roger!' Then, I made a rude remark to that guy, Roger, because we were all sick of him. He became angry and said, 'Say that again, and I'll punch you in the face!' The guy was obviously unstable, and he made us very nervous.

Thank goodness we noticed a police officer across the street standing outside a parking garage. We headed towards the cop even though it was not in the direction of my friend's car. Roger's friend was already gone, but he continued to follow us, spewing curses and insults at us. Suddenly, he saw the police officer and apologized profusely, saying, 'I'm sorry! I was only joking around!' Then, he said, 'Have a good night.' All three of us began to tell the police officer all about the man who was harassing us. The police officer asked, 'Where did he go?' When we turned around, he was gone. We didn't even see him in the distance. The officer offered to drive us to my friend's car, and we politely declined. We thanked him, walked to her car, and then drove to the restaurant. Our boyfriends arrived soon after that. We mentioned the creepy guy named 'Roger' and told them about the terrible things he had said to us.

A few days later, I was at work, taking a break in the lounge. Someone was watching TV, and a news update came on. The police had arrested a man for murdering at least two women in the area. When I looked at the screen and saw the man, a chill went down my spine. It was Roger, the same man who was bothering us as we walked to the car! It turned out he was a serial killer. No one really knows how many people he has killed. One of the bodies they found not far from his home was his live-in girlfriend. I had many sleepless nights after that experience."

—Amanda, San Antonio, TX

7."Back in 1995, I was in my car getting ready to head for work. I hit the remote button to open the garage door, which rose about two feet before it promptly lowered itself. I pressed the button again, and — once again — the door rose about two feet, then reversed itself. I played Upsie-Downsie with the door a few more times, then muttered a few choice curse words and tried to raise the door manually, but it still wouldn't budge. I called a friend who was a handyman, and he said he'd be by in about 30 minutes. So, I called my office to say I'd be late."

"About 20 minutes passed, and I thought I'd try one more time. I pressed the button, and the garage door rose and opened fully. Now able to leave, I canceled my friend's visit and left for work. I hadn't even gotten to the end of my street when a news bulletin came over the radio advising drivers to stay off the Westbound Expressway. There had been a seven-car pileup with multiple fatalities and injuries. That was my route for work, and — had my garage door not malfunctioned — I would have been right in the middle of that horrible pileup. No sooner had I heard the warning when my car filled with the aroma of sandalwood cologne — the scent worn by my dad, who had passed 18 months before. I am convinced that my dad made sure I was running an hour late and saved me that morning. Thanks again, Dad."

—Anonymous

8."I’ve never told anyone this story, but when I was younger, we lived in a large house with a library. One day, when I was about 7 or 8, we arrived home at around 10:30 at night. I was in the mud room, and I distinctly heard someone (who sounded exactly like my mother) call my name right next to my ear and then again in what sounded like the library, which was in a completely different part of the house. It wouldn't have been possible for anyone to cover so much ground in such a short amount of time. My mom was nearby, so I asked if she heard that. She gave me a weird look and said no. I walked to the library, and there was a figure there. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. I don’t believe in ghosts, but I've read stories about ghosts or demons calling a kid's name to lure them. I don’t have an explanation for what happened, and I still think about it to this day."

—evie tako, USA

9."When my grandma died, my dad became the caretaker for her log cabin. It wasn't particularly old, but I'd always been creeped out visiting my grandparents there. The moment he moved in, strange things started happening. The VERY first time we visited after he moved in, we got there pretty late at night. My dad told my brothers and I that he'd be right back, as he just had to grab something from the barn. The only lights outside were dim porch lights, and halfway between the barn and cabin (which was a good distance away), there was a single overhead light. After only a minute or two, the silhouette of a man wearing a cowboy hat walked slowly under the overhead light between us and the barn. We assumed it was our dad, but he hadn't been wearing a cowboy hat, so we called out to him, asking where he'd gotten the hat. The man with the hat touched its brim, and then we watched our dad come out from around the back on the OTHER side of the cabin."

"Confused, he asked what in the hell we were talking about. My brothers and I asked, 'How did you get over there so fast?' We turned and looked, but the man in the cowboy hat was gone.

After that, things got weird. We'd hear footsteps pacing the porch even though we couldn't see anyone there. Sometimes, the footsteps would be in the house, going from room to room and then to the front door, where we'd hear the door slam hard but never see it open OR close. My dad put up a punching bag because he's an ex-martial artist, and despite it weighing 200 lbs, it would randomly sway by itself. One time, it was swaying pretty hard, and my youngest brother and I decided to ignore it, only for it to suddenly pull itself back about five feet and then slam into me, knocking me out of my chair. We moved ourselves and our seats across the room, trembling, and tried to avoid going near it ever again.

Sometimes, we'd see shadows flicker across the windows or in our reflections for a brief moment. One time, I thought I saw my dad go down the hallway despite the fact that he wasn't supposed to be home yet. I went to follow, glanced into the bathroom, and saw the shadow of a full-grown man with a cowboy hat on the wall of the bathroom, swaying slightly. I panicked and bolted for the living room. We'd hear whispers from other rooms, or sometimes — if we were in different rooms — we'd hear each other's voices call us. Once, my brother and I were watching a movie in our dad's room when we heard HIS voice call out to ME from the other room. We decided to ignore it and not go out there. I slept in the living room when we stayed over, and at night, I'd hear a man's voice whispering, sometimes joined by a woman who would laugh and call the man's voice 'Nick.'

Eventually, our dad got a dog, and then a few years later, I also got a dog. Both dogs reacted strongly and frequently to things in the house — barking at the punching bag when it swayed and at the footsteps in the house. Once, as I sat on the porch, the footsteps were pacing back and forth behind me while I petted the dogs, and my dad's German Shepherd started growling. Then, he lunged at something behind me, snapping his teeth and snarling. Whatever was there, the dogs knew it, too.

My dad had three different girlfriends who refused to stay at his cabin, saying it was haunted. All of them experienced the same things we did. My dad refused to acknowledge anything spooky, saying it was all in our heads, but his girlfriends all ended up telling him the same thing. One, however, got it worse than the others. She refused to stay over after he left her at the cabin to go to the store, and she said she heard a man's voice call her name, and then the shadow of a man appeared, pinned her to the bed, laughed, and tried to cover her mouth with cold hands. She was so terrified after that that she never ever went back to the cabin."

—Gin, Ohio/Indiana

10."I had just put my 1-year-old down for a nap in his crib and went downstairs to relax for a bit. We had a baby monitor, and after a few minutes, I heard a deep, low voice on the monitor. It was mumbling. I couldn't make out the words, but my heart leaped into my throat. My husband was at work, and there was no one else home except me and my son. I ran up the stairs and yanked open his door. No one was there with him, but the sound continued. Then, I realized it was a stuffed animal among his other toys in a net sling we kept in the corner of his room. This one was a toy I'd bought my nephew ten years prior when he was a baby. My sister-in-law had given us a number of his gently used items, including this. I heaved a sigh of relief and retrieved it before it could wake up my baby. I was laughing at myself over my panic, having thought there was a man in my son's room."

"This particular toy was a talking toy that would say phrases when you'd press its hand or tummy. This time, though, its voice was low – not like how it normally sounded. I figured the batteries in it were pretty old, so I opened the battery compartment...and it was empty. That thing was still moving and talking in my hands, somehow.

My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I leaped up again and immediately took it outside to the garbage can. I'm an engineer. I could understand if there was latent energy, perhaps even from a static charge that might make a device move or make a sound for a moment or two, but that thing was still making its deep, creepy voice sound as I threw it in the trash bin. I was unsettled for the rest of the day, and honestly, it still creeps me out 30 years later just thinking about it."

—Kim, Battle Creek, MI

11."I have a weird knack for knowing things I'm not supposed to know. For example, a month or so into dating my now-husband, I dreamt about an older lady whom I didn’t know. For some reason, I knew it was his Nan. I didn’t even know she had passed away, but I described his Nan, told him her name, and described in great detail the home that she had lived in before she had passed. In another instance, about a year ago, on this one particular day, I smelled this fleeting but very strong scent that was unmistakable, like the smell from old Victorian hospitals. Think like the antiseptic or cleaning products they used back then. I told my husband, and the next day, his Dad was admitted to the hospital. He’s fine now, but this happened three times in total, all within a short timeframe. I was always right. I can’t explain it at all, but these are definitely the creepiest and strangest experiences I’ve ever had."

—Anonymous

12."My Grandmother lived in a very old house. Something about it always gave me the creeps. One day, when I was visiting (I was about 6 years old at the time), I wanted a can of Coke, which was stored in the 'cold room' in the basement. Cold rooms were common in older homes, and her's acted as dry storage for canned goods and other kitchen items. Anyhoo, I bee-bopped my way down the basement stairs to the cold room door, turned the crystal doorknob, and was not expecting what was on the other side. There was a little girl standing three feet away from me. Her skin was green/grey, and she was wearing an old, tattered dress. We just stared at each other for a couple of seconds before I slammed the door. I looked into the skeleton keyhole to see if she was still there, and she was! Her eye was right up against the other side of the keyhole, looking back at me."

"I never spoke about it until years later with my aunt, who grew up in the house. She casually responded with a, 'Yep, that's Trinity. I would see her all the time, too. Nobody ever believed me because they never saw her.' Needless to say, I'm 34 now and remember that day like it happened yesterday. And, I never got my Coke."

—Amelia, Siesta Key FL, USA

13."I was in the Sunday morning choir. We'd just finished performing a song, and we all sat down. Suddenly, I felt a rush of warmth pass through me. I looked at my watch, and it was 10:57 a.m. I motioned to my husband and mouthed, 'We need to leave,' so we both got up. As we were walking down the hall, he kept asking if I was mad or upset with someone. I repeatedly told him no but that something was terribly wrong and explained the rush of warmth. We went home and ate lunch, but I couldn’t shake the sense that something was off."

"I had an afternoon meeting, and when I left, I called my dearest and closest friend, with whom I spoke multiple times a day. She didn't answer, so I left a message. After the meeting, I fully expected that I would have a message from her. Receiving nothing at all, I started calling her family members and mutual friends, as it was highly unusual. After a couple of hours and multiple phone calls, she was found dead, propped up on the floor by her nightstand. When I arrived, I had to make the decisions concerning her arrangements, as she had granted me power of attorney. I opened up her phone to look at her calls. She had received one at 10:57 a.m. I think she woke up to answer it, had a heart attack, and died. I believe she came to church to tell me goodbye that morning."

—C.Garrett, Memphis, TN

14."In the early '90s, my mother and I lived with my grandmother (my father's stepmother). She was in her mid-80s and had been living alone for a few years after my father passed away. One night, we were watching TV (my grandmother's favorite station was CNN; more on that later). When the program we were watching ended, my mother turned off the TV. A few minutes later, my grandmother was getting up to go to bed when she said to my mother, 'Why are you closing the curtains?' My mother replied, 'We aren't closing any curtains,' or something to that effect. My grandmother then proceeded to go to her bedroom. I didn't think anything of it after that."

"In the morning, I got up to go to the bathroom, which was right next to my grandmother's bedroom. As I passed by her (her bedroom door was open), I noticed that she was staring out into the hallway. I continued into the bathroom to do what I went there for. After I left, I went into the dining room, where my mother was sitting. I said something to her about how my grandmother was staring into the hallway. My mother then checked on my grandmother and realized that she'd passed away during the night.

Several months later, my mother and I were watching a program on the History Channel that had just ended, so I turned off the TV. About 15-20 minutes later, while we were just talking, the TV came on by itself. It was a large tube-type console TV from the late '70s or early '80s that still used a couple of vacuum tubes. The channel was CNN, and the remote was still sitting on the table, untouched. My mother and I looked at each other, and she said that my grandmother must have turned it on to watch CNN."

—Anonymous

15."My husband and I lived in an older house in Saskatchewan before we were married, and some really creepy things happened while we were there. The house was fairly old. It still had an unfinished dirt basement, and the second floor consisted of two small rooms on either side of a very steep, narrow set of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a very small little cupboard, which was too small to keep anything in. It just had a tiny little butterfly-type latch that didn’t really latch. I used the room to the right of the stairs. It was fairly small, and the ceiling was really low in 1/2 of it where the roof came down. It had one older-style window that you could lift open upwards with a bit of a struggle, and it only opened up about 1/5 of the way. I had a mattress that I slept on under the low part of the roof. I made sure my bed was made and tidied up every morning before I left the house."

"One afternoon, my now-husband and I returned home at the same time, walking in the back door together. He headed right into the bathroom, and I headed upstairs to put my things away. I got upstairs and found my bedding all messed up and crumpled in a little heap at the bottom of my mattress. I put my stuff down and went downstairs to ask my partner why he'd done that. It was a dumb question because I knew he'd been at work all day, but he was the only other person who could've been in the house. There was no way it could've been him, and he confirmed it when I asked.

I went back upstairs to tidy it back up and almost had a heart attack when I got up there. My blankets were now on the floor, crumpled up beside the mattress. And it looked like someone had spilled a glass of water on it in the middle! I have no explanation for it. That was the last time I slept up there. I moved to the hide-a-bed couch in the living room after that. Every night around 2:30–3:00 a.m., what sounded like a herd of elephants would run up and down the stairs. It was so creepy.

We eventually found out that the older lady who had originally owned the house lived there alone. Her son checked in on her every day, except once when he had to go out of town on business. He was only gone for a few days, but when he returned, he found her deceased at the bottom of the stairs. She had fallen (the stairs were so steep and pretty narrow), broken her hip quite badly, and died from the fall as nobody was aware it had happened.

Other random, strange things happened there as well. Items would go missing, only to be found in the very back of one specific cupboard we used for clothes. The TV would turn off and on randomly during the night, too. I was more than happy when we moved from that house!"

—Brenda, Alberta, Canada

16."When I was 30, I had the Shingles and was experiencing this terrible headache. I went in for an MRI, and I was terrified because the doctor had seen 'something unusual' on my prior CT scan. Between the pain and the noise, I couldn't stop crying. There was a tech who came in then and stayed and comforted me the whole time, saying it was all going to be OK, and there was nothing to worry about. After the scan, I thanked the techs for sending in the red-haired tech in the green scrubs. They were all quiet and said they only wore blue scrubs and that no tech with red hair worked there. The scan was OK, and I never will forget the comfort of her presence."

17."I grew up in haunted houses, so I've experienced a lot of weird things, but this is something that still haunts me to this day because of how unexplainable it is. Ages ago, back when I was a kid and dinosaurs roamed the earth, the city I lived in (a VERY large city in the South) had a 'Midnight Bicycle Ramble' event. My father pushed my siblings and me to go with him, so off we went on this late-night ride downtown. The event wasn't well organized. Almost immediately, people were just scattering. The ride was set up so that adults (over 18) could choose between a 5k, 10k, or 20k route, kids/families had a 2k route, and 'youth had something like a 5k route (or they could go with their adult on one of the longer ones). I went on the 'youth' route (I was 12 at the time) and found myself pretty quickly in not only a sketchy part of town but — having followed the flags for the ride — was hopelessly lost."

"A few adults were on the route, and they started turning back. I was the only unattended kid, as my father and brothers went on the longer 10k adult ride together. I was freaking out because I really had no idea where I was and the flags that guided us stopped showing up. It was after midnight, and I was just about to lose my shit entirely. The part of town I was in had a few tunnels —nothing dramatic, just old tunnels that go under the surface streets for less than a quarter mile, built in the mid-century to try and control growing traffic concerns. It's also near the zoo, a huge park, and several big hospitals and businesses, so I started thinking that if I could get to one of those places and collect-call my mom from a payphone, she could come to get me.

Well, I was heading for one of those and all I could picture was someone waiting for me. I started sobbing, pedaling slower and slower. I was alone. Entirely alone, and terrified. Something important to note: the ride had issued those pin-on tags to the riders with a number on them and the logo for the event. No names, and nothing easily identifying. But as I slowed at the mouth of the tunnel, I heard bike pedals behind me, and someone called out, 'Hey, *NAME *, it's okay. Just go on. It's fine.' I looked to see a much older Black man with a graying beard and a wonderful smile giving me a nod as he whizzed past on his bike. I remember he had on loose shorts and a t-shirt, not the biking gear most of the attendees had been wearing. And I felt instantly peaceful.

I rode into the tunnel after him and came out the other side near a business. In a miracle of miracles, a cluster of other riders who'd figured out a route back to the meet-up took me in with them. The man was nowhere to be seen, and it wasn't until I was halfway back to the meet-up that I realized he knew my name and there was no way he could've. I'd never seen the man before in my life, I didn't have my name on my shirt, and my name is not a common name one to just guess on the first try.

This is something I've thought about for over thirty years now. Who was he and how did he know my name? Was he a ghost or a spirit? Was he just someone who got lucky with a guess? Where did he go on the other side of the tunnel?"

—Mimi, Seattle, WA.

18."In 1997, when I was 15, I moved in with my father, who lived in a house built in 1792 along the Delaware River. Before moving across the country, he assured me there were no ghosts in the house and that I’d be safe. He was an archaeologist and had gone to work one day in August, leaving me home to explore the massive house and wander around the quaint historic neighborhood alone. Upon entering my new home, I noticed a door, and something kept telling me to go downstairs and open it. Being all alone, I didn’t have much else to do — my father didn’t have cable or a color TV — so I ventured down to the entryway to the door. I stood outside it, and I felt a cold draft. Every hair on my body stood on end."

"When I opened the door, a horrible stench hit me, but it just looked to be a shallow cleaning closet with a broom and dustpan hanging in front of me on a wall. I laughed at myself for being so scared when a voice in my head said, 'Look right.' I stuck my head through the door, looked right, and saw a set of stairs leading into pure darkness. I couldn’t even gasp, and it suddenly felt like someone was screaming in my head. My rational self said, 'Turn on the light; you won’t be scared if you turn on the light!' I reached for the switch and flipped it on, but no lights turned on. I flipped the switch over and over, but the screams got louder, and no light went on. I then slammed the door shut and ran like hell down the hallway and out the door.

I realized I didn’t have my key, so there was no way of latching the door shut. It was an old door that could only latch closed if I locked it. In order to go back into the house, I had to pass the door. I sat on the doorstep in the sweltering, humid August East Coast heat for three hours until my father arrived. I told him what happened, and he laughed at me.

He walked to the basement and flipped on the switch. 'Just an old colonial-style basement, probably used to be a wine cellar,' he said. When I saw the light flick on, I screamed and ran up the stairs. My father made me tour the basement to get past my fears, but that only made it worse. There was a presence that did not want us there, and I felt it the entire tour. It wasn’t until I had several other experiences that my father admitted he'd had encounters of his own but didn’t want to scare me from moving there to be with him."

—Sarah, DE

19."When I was a child — about 5 or 6 years old — we lived in a house in a college town in Wyoming. The house was a rental that had been split into an upstairs apartment and a downstairs apartment. My parents had five kids at the time and my mom was either pregnant with number six or had just had him, so they rented both the upstairs and downstairs. I had a bathroom off of my bedroom — the only one in the basement. There was one very small crank window in that bathroom, but besides the door, that was the only way in or out. One night, I woke from a sound sleep and there was a man standing at the foot of my bed, just looking at me. He had a knife in his hand. It seemed as though he stared at me forever, but eventually, he turned and walked into the bathroom."

"As soon as he walked out of the room, I was able to scream, and, boy, did I. My dad ran down the steps and was in my room in seconds. All I could do was point to the bathroom and say, 'He is in there!' My dad went in, but no one was there. Then, my brother shouted, 'He is out here!' By the time my father got out to the other room, he was gone.

We moved out of that house within six or seven months. Come to find out, the owner couldn't bear to stay there, and that's why she rented it out. Apparently, her husband had caught her cheating on him in the house and was so distraught that he killed himself. My parents, of course, found this out after we moved out. When I was older, my mom revealed that when my dad was at work, she would hear someone walking into the baby's room, but she would get up to check, and no one would be there.This was all in the '60s. Years later, in 2007, I drove by that house. It was still there. I really had to stop myself from stopping and asking the new inhabitants if they had seen anything like we had."

—Anonymous

20."I was driving home from work one day along a fairly busy road. Traffic started backing up, and I saw that there had been an accident ahead that closed the road in both directions. It looked like two cars had collided when one exited the drive of a convenience store. Traffic had come to a complete standstill. I was stopped at the top of a hill and could see the entire scene just over the next hill, which was lower than where I sat. The accident looked like it had happened just a short while before, as a police car and ambulance were arriving. There were already a couple of police cars there, and the two cars were pretty damaged, with glass and parts littering the road. I knew it was going to take a while to be cleared, so I called my husband to let him know I would be late."

"As I said goodbye, the car behind me gave a little honk, and I saw that traffic was moving. Surprised that we were moving at all, I proceeded to go down the hill. Traffic had really sped up, much faster than I would have thought, even if a lane had quickly been opened. As I crested the hill, I saw there were no emergency vehicles or wrecked cars anywhere. Traffic was moving normally with all lanes open. There was no accident debris, and there was absolutely nothing to indicate that anything had occurred at all. It was very strange.

When I got to work the next day, I learned there had been a fatal car accident at that spot, but it had happened about 12 hours prior to when I 'saw' it. I have no explanation for the entire incident!"

—Anonymous

21."This happened a couple of days ago, and I have no memories of this occurrence. My brother told me the story because we share a room. He told me that he was getting a drink in the middle of the night because he keeps his water bottle by his bed. Our dresser is in between our beds, and he said he dropped the water bottle onto the dresser, which supposedly woke me up. He told me that I sat up quickly and started panicking, looking around the room for a lady. He said I kept saying, 'Where did she go? The lady that sleeps in your bed.' I don’t remember any of this, and he kept telling me that I sat up, and my eyes were open, looking around the room for this lady frantically. He told me that I just suddenly laid back down and went to sleep. He told me that he woke me up about five minutes later (which I remember) and asked what the hell that was because I really scared him. I was confused, and that’s when he told me the story."

"We both freaked out. My mom is a spiritually gifted woman, and she believes something was there. Ever since that occurrence, I’ve seen shadows in the reflection of my TV and have heard voices that wake me up at night."

—Anonymous

22."When I was 11 years old, my 7-year-old brother had gotten really sick and was in the hospital. We had been there since the afternoon, and it was getting quite late. I was starting to get really tired, and I wanted to take a nap since – by this point — it was way past my bedtime. My mom worked at the hospital where they’d taken my brother, so the nurses knew who I was and told me I could take a nap in an empty hospital room. My mom agreed because she was also worried that if I didn’t get enough sleep, my immune system would be compromised, and I would get sick, too. So, I went to this empty hospital room and closed my eyes to drift off. All of a sudden, I felt this squeezing sensation around my neck, like someone was strangling me."

"I was now wide awake and terrified. I don’t know what possessed me to say this, but I said out loud, 'Hey! I don’t know who you are or why you are doing this, but please don’t kill me. My brother is sick, and I don’t want my parents to lose both of us.' It was very unlike me to say something like that at that age, but it worked: the pressure on my neck stopped. At that point, there was no chance that I was sleeping. I left that room immediately and went back to my parents. When they asked what happened, I told them. My dad thought I was making stuff up, but my mom just seemed relieved that I was okay. To this day, I believe that a ghost was trying to kill me that night. I used to go to work with my mom sometimes, but now I won’t step foot in a hospital ward unless I’m admitted as a patient."

—Maimunah, USA

23."After 33 years of marriage, my husband finally agreed to adopt a rescue dog. He had no idea how much any one person could love a dog, but this dog, Mario, was his. We adopted two more afterward, but Mario was his boy, and we had Mario for well over 16 years. Mario had a favorite toy, a disgusting, stinky, once-stuffed but now-annihilated 'flea.' He only liked that one toy, and the other two dogs never ever touched it. One of the dogs died this past November of old age. In April, Mario got very sick and — at the age of 20 — went over the Rainbow Bridge. Two days after he died, we found 'flea' in the middle of the living room."

"Our one remaining dog was sound asleep in a bedroom. I know for a fact that this dog had been in that bedroom for a couple of hours and had not come out, so I know he didn't touch 'flea.' By leaving 'flea' where we could see it, I knew it was Mario's way of letting us, especially my husband, know that he was OK and no longer in pain."

—Anonymous

24."A few years ago, my late husband and I were on vacation in Maine. We had taken our RV and trailered our motorcycle. We were having a great time riding around Maine, up and down the hills and valleys, along the coastline. One day, as we were about to get on the bike, I stopped dead in my tracks and said, 'NO. I can't ride anymore.' He asked why, and I said I had a horrible feeling that a truck was going to cut right in front of us and we'd get seriously hurt. He knew I had premonitions but said he was going anyway. I stayed back at the RV."

"He came back a few hours later and said, 'OK, let's go rent a car.' We did, and I felt so much better. We finished our trip and were heading home on I-95 South in the RV, motorcycle behind us, when an 18-wheeler came from the other side of I-95 North and cut us off! We nearly hit it. The driver had a heart attack, died instantly, and the truck came barreling across the median. My husband just looked at me, white as a sheet. I could feel it coming."

—Donna, Estell Manor, NJ

25."My younger sister passed away unexpectedly at the age of 28. I remember the phone call like it was yesterday. We hadn't spoken in a long time due to a massive fallout. She had tried to reach out to me two weeks prior, but I didn't answer the phone. Right after, a very strange feeling came over me, and in that moment, I knew she would be gone in two weeks. I didn't believe it — I thought I was being ridiculous. Lo and behold, two weeks later, that call came after my parents found her. I collapsed, utterly beside myself. Eventually, I got up off the floor, dragging myself into the kitchen to get water. As I walked through the kitchen, I stepped into an overwhelming cloud of her perfume. It was suffocating. Stunned, I stepped backward and then proceeded to walk through the area once more. The smell was gone. I know it was her saying goodbye. It has been 11 years, and I have never experienced anything like that again."

—Anonymous

26.Finally, "My family lived in a small, old house in a small town during my childhood. When we moved in, my sister and I finally got separate rooms. She was more of a tomboy, so she wanted to paint her room neon yellow and green. Months after they finished painting, my sister was in her room alone, brushing her hair with the door closed. My mother, father, and I were in the living room watching TV when we all heard a single loud bang coming from her room. We all ran over, and my sister said it came from the area around her door. She said she thought we'd been banging around outside of her room. My father inspected my sister's door, which was an old bar door with a square metal lock, and noticed the lock was inexplicably damaged. It had appeared to be punched, and there were knuckle marks in the metal. My sister, being 8 years old, could have never done that kind of damage. To this day, my family and I joke about the spirits not liking the new color of her room."

—Anonymous

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