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User avatar #48 - starlightloves (04/30/2013) [-]
Can anyone link me to the thread? I don't know how to reddit... :(
User avatar #57 to #56 - starlightloves (04/30/2013) [-]
Thank you!!! :)
#404 - daphnie (04/30/2013) [-]
Creepy story time!
So a couple of months ago I went to a family gathering for Easter dinner, and we were all just reminiscing and discussing the past when we all (Me, my brother and my parents) lived together in a 2-story apartment. It was mostly just my brother who is 7 years older than me and my mum recalling how chaotic I use to be as a child (I'm 18 years old now) because I did a lot of sleepwalking. We were all laughing and teasing each other, and I, being curious of the idea of how I was as a toddler, asked my brother if I ever did something unusual or peculiar as a child that he remembers. He has a cheeky grin on his face while rewinding the past for a minute until his jaw drops.

Apparently, when I was five years old, we were sitting around the kitchen table eating cereal one morning when I ask him about some strange sounds I heard coming from the stairs. Teasing me, he jokingly says that the man who lived here before us got killed by a burglar in his bedroom and was dragged downstairs, so he walks up and down the stairs to guard his home at night.
A couple of days later he woke up in the middle of the night to some noise coming from downstairs, thinking it was our parents talking, he walks out of his room to find me sitting on the stairs talking to my own shadow on the wall. He then picks me up and puts me to bed, thinking that I had been sleepwalking. As he's carrying me I was saying "Du må ikke larme. Vær stille" = Danish for "Don't make a sound"
Next day we're sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal and he asks me if I recall anything from last night, to which I respond,
"The Stair man called my name from my bedroom so I went to speak with him but he didn't want me to leave"

I don't know if I was trolling my brother or I just had a very vivid imagination, but the thought of me actually communicating with a spirit scares me.
picture related, it's a picture of me when I was 5 years old
#431 to #404 - anon (04/30/2013) [-]
User avatar #514 to #431 - burningsmurfs (04/30/2013) [-]
That's very interesting, I'm sure it means something cool in whatever language that is.
User avatar #435 to #404 - repostforlife ONLINE (04/30/2013) [-]
yeah that sounds pretty freaky as all hell. I think the one weird story from when I was a kid.

what happened was I was at this camp site with my mother, brother and my mum co-worker(the co-worker invited us to come along with her to the campsite) and when we were there I heard of a rumor of some evil dogs, and I thought it was bullocks so I started wandering to see if it was fake or not.

when I was wandering I found what I thought was a statue of a dog and turned my back on it after hitting it with a stick, I heard a noise when I turned to see the statue start to open its eyes and slowly start to stand up, which scared the crap out of me so I ran for my life, after getting back to the camper my family thought I was making stuff up and as it was getting late told me to go to bed. later in the night when everyone else was asleep I woke up for some reason, and I felt like I had to look out of the window and I saw the same dog thing just standing there, staring at me and after a few minutes it slowly walked away into the forest.
#328 - thebtardist (04/30/2013) [-]
When i was younger and just able to talk my mum and dad said I used to tell them stories of WW1 and 2.

I used to say how I had climbed over the way and charged at the germans and watched my friends die in world war 1, i think i said i was killed by a sniper as well.

Then i said i also was in WW2 and i stormed the beaches, i was killed in the 3rd wave.

I still remember these ideas very briefly, cant really piece the images together but i can see the trenches and storming over the wall, brown dirt and a yellow sky like mustard gas. Cant remember the WW2 bit, just keep seeing images from saving private ryan. I dont tell my parents i remember it, I lie and say i have no idea what they are talking about.

Believe me or not i dont care, this post just triggered me remembering i said it to my parents.

Pic not related.
User avatar #355 to #328 - niggernazi (04/30/2013) [-]
i thumbed for the picture
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#221 - slickwilly (04/30/2013) [-]
I'm not one to write down personal experiences, especially those that I consider embarrassing. But given the post and comments are highly related, here goes:

>Be me, age 4-6.
>Be asleep in room upstairs
>Bed faces doorway
>Wake up feeling 'uneasy'. Not sure why.
>Hall light is on.
>Notice something in doorway.
>Realize there is something standing there.
>Groggy eye'd, but can tell that it's a person.
>Couldn't see any characteristics of the person. Hall light was on directly behind 'it'. But I can tell by the outline that it looks human.
>I can't see it's face, but I know it's staring at me. Staring into me.
>Try to move. Can't.
>Try to yell, Can't.
>Stay locked onto this figure.
> ************** .jpg
>Figure eventually just disappears (like Nightcrawler in x-men with the swirling clouds).
>Immediately sprint downstairs to tell parents. (Cause they are almighty).
>Parents tear house apart looking for whatever it was.
>Never find anything.
User avatar #222 to #221 - slickwilly (04/30/2013) [-]
I still to this day don't know what it was. But I know it was there. I know I saw it. And worse yet...I know it saw me.

My heart is racing just thinking about it. I saw it a second time. But that's enough for this comment.

(Pic gives a decent representation of what I saw.)

tl;dr: Saw scary man-thing in doorway.
User avatar #236 to #222 - fuzzyballs (04/30/2013) [-]
if you're emberassed you COULD post as anon
User avatar #240 to #236 - slickwilly (04/30/2013) [-]
Yeah, but i figure if receive negative thumbs for something. I probably deserve them. Shouldn't hide behind the Anonymous name just to protect myself from negative feedback.

But honestly, that was a good idea.
#261 to #222 - anon (04/30/2013) [-]
What you saw could be a Shadow person
An entity made of shadow pitch black, they observe us when we sleep
#288 to #261 - slickwilly (04/30/2013) [-]
I appreciate your response. You may have just solved something that has haunted me for a long time. These "Shadow people" are thought to be seen during 'Sleep Paralysis', which would explain my inability to move or talk.   
Thank you mysterious Anon.   
Science prevails once again.
I appreciate your response. You may have just solved something that has haunted me for a long time. These "Shadow people" are thought to be seen during 'Sleep Paralysis', which would explain my inability to move or talk.

Thank you mysterious Anon.

Science prevails once again.
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#208 - anon (04/30/2013) [-]
It's been a year since I've moved in a renovated apartment in the city centre to live with with my fiance. When he's off to work, I sit to work on my PC, my cat sits next to me.
Then after a half an hour or so when I'm concentrated, I catch cats behaviour by peripheral vision, that he's tense and stares trough the hallway that leads to our living room. When I too look in the direction he's looking, and see nothing, I turn my head to continue working. In that moment, I see it too, a tall dark shadowy man, passing from one side of the corridor to other. Then I get the creeps, and can't concentrate anymore. Since we arrived here, the whole place seemed off somehow. And especially one room on the far end of the living room, it is constantly cold, so we use it only as a storage room, and that is also where the cat sleeps.
User avatar #233 to #208 - trolololcat (04/30/2013) [-]
move the **** out.
User avatar #104 - victorfavorite (04/30/2013) [-]
When my sister was about 2 or 3 she had an imaginary friend named Erin. She played with him all the time and said they would get married when they grew up. One time my mom asked her to get something from outside but she replied" Erin says i cant go outside, i can get hurt." My mom just forgot about it but then started questioning my little sister about Erin, where he lives and what not. She said he lives "over there" pointing across the street, "in the neighbors house?" "No mommy, over there". My mom asked the next door neighbor if anything had happened across the street a murder or anything "No not this street, but the next street over a little boy was run over on the street" pointing in the same direction as my sister. My mom went to get the house spiritually cleaned and that same night my sister said " Mommy i'm not going to marry Erin anymore. He had to go".
#54 - hueyfreeman (04/30/2013) [-]
My mom says that when I was 3, we were at the beach and I was building a sand castle, and my brother came up to where we were sitting with a bucket and said "mom look i got a fish" and he reached into the bucket to get it out and, with my back turned to them, I pointed a finger at my brothers face and said "Don't touch that ****** , if it stings you you'll die." My mom had never heard me curse before that. It turned out to be a scorpion fish, which could've hurt my brother pretty badly.
User avatar #345 - Whetstone (04/30/2013) [-]
This is creepy on a different end.
In the fourth grade, my mom was visiting her friend so she brought me along. Her friend has a son who was 5 at the time. So my mom and her friend had us play for a while. Well he was a little weird. One time, he was just looking at me and he said "I wish you were a girl so I could touch your boobs".
User avatar #281 - snotnose (04/30/2013) [-]
long as we are talking about scary **** that has to do with kids though, ill tell a story of something i REMEMBER from being a kid. excuse my poor grammar, i taught myself how to read and spell.

when i was very little i lived in a house that was called a "mother in law home" it was built in the back yard of my grandmothers actual home, it was intended for an elderly person, while the actual husband and wife lived in the BIG home. well, for whatever reason me, my mom and dad lived in the small home while my asshole grandmother lived in the big house

i can remember all sorts of stuff back from when i was very very small for some reason, yet my short term memory isnt very good. go figure, but either way here is the creepy ****

i used to see a shadowy man walking around in our kitchen ALL the time. my parents would tell me about how id stare off into the kitchen, like i was in a daze, to which i told them about the shadow man i saw, well a few months later after i told them our house burnt down

in the ******* rubble of the house my dad with his OWN EYES seen the shadow man walking around in the rubble of the totally burnt down house in broad daylight. his uncle was standing there at the time and he asked him "do you see that?" to which his uncle said "im leaving, and im never coming back after today" and he never did either. it scared him that much.

i swear on my ******* life everything ive written here is the honest truth, i can remember the incredibly creepy look of that moving shadow like it was yesterday. the night we almost died in the house fire it walked up to me and touched me on my forehead, and i passed out.. next thing i know im being dragged out of the house by my feet...

i can go into more depth about the "situation" of what happened, but that is the quickest version ive wrote about what happened to me.. i even feel i know the name of the creepy shadow man, but i rather not say it in public. inbox me if you want to know however..
#336 to #281 - malakii (04/30/2013) [-]
That was pretty damn creepy.
User avatar #339 to #336 - snotnose (04/30/2013) [-]
oh yeah. i totally agree.. but i swear to you im not just making this **** up.. my whole life has had **** like this happen.. i could probably write a short book about all the supernatural **** thats happened either to me, or one of my family members, or whatever.. ill think of more and write about it, but for now that was like one of the most important things thats happened to me in my life.. ive got PTSD cause of the house fire sadly... its hard living with that ****
#346 to #339 - malakii (04/30/2013) [-]
I've got a few stories, but I doubt to that caliber, ah sorry to hear about the PTSD, that must suck really bad
User avatar #350 to #346 - snotnose (04/30/2013) [-]
yeah thanks, i mean.. everyday im fighting it you know? the worst part of it was when i turned 15, its like BAM out of nowhere i started having HORRIBLE panic attacks.. but till 15 i just got fat as a kid cause i never wanted to go outside, like. ever. ive overcome alot since then, but its life you know? how about you tell some of the stuff thats happened with you?
User avatar #269 - JwBread (04/30/2013) [-]
My 5 year old nephew gets out of bed in the middle of the night and sits at the top of the stairs laughing and talking, and when I ask him who he's talking to, he usually says that his friend called Captain who is old talks to him. He stopped this for a few months, and then one night a few weeks ago, my 3 year old nephew started shouting at the 5 year old in the middle of the night, asking him to make Captain shut up because he couldn't sleep.
I don't like going in their room anymore.
#255 - eetukka (04/30/2013) [-]
The only thing that even closely resembles anything like this is that i could speak fluent english (i'm finnish) when i was 5 and when my dad asked where i learned english is said ''Mr Johnson taught me''. My dad told me recently that this Johnson was a exchange student who died in a car accident near where i was born.
#200 - jasonlaiyh (04/30/2013) [-]
<Unrelated picture

You know, as a Chinese, we have a belief that people are reincarnated with a blank state of memory, but those who still harbor memories of their past lives were due to not drinking a type of soup that aims to erase all the memories after they died.

Also, babies and toddlers are believed to possess the third eye, which progressively becomes weaker as they grow older. That's why most Chinese (at least that's what a lot here do in Malaysia, if not in other countries) would bring a baby at least when visiting a house they want to buy, just to check for those things.
User avatar #241 to #200 - sonicsyndicate (04/30/2013) [-]
I know for a fact that I didn't consume that wretched elixer.
#197 - linxindao (04/30/2013) [-]
When I was a wee lass, bout the age o' 8, when playing outside with me brothers, I would occasionally hear voices in the nearby wood saying "Samanthy come and play."

My name is Samantha but my bros. called me Samanthy, I thought it were them playin a fool o' me, but when I say to them bout it, they would look at the trees kinda scared like.

Also, me mum told me bout one time, we were watchin a movie on the telly, I was three at the time, and I turned to her an said, "they are comin t' get you mummy" in a serious tone, and shortly afterwards there was a sound of walking outside the window, when me mum looked over at it, she screamed at the deer that were just standing there. Me brother said that I caused her at least six grey hairs that night.
User avatar #203 to #197 - unicornmangina (04/30/2013) [-]
this one time at band camp...
User avatar #177 - boinbo (04/30/2013) [-]
When i was 5 i used to sleep walk and i walked into my parents bedroom and awoke my dad he told me too go back too bed and well i said "i won't need too once i am done with you"
i'm scared of my 5 year old self ._.
User avatar #176 - sodapops ONLINE (04/30/2013) [-]
My daughter told me some weird **** when she wasaround 3-4 years old. She told me very seriously about her other grandparents, who lived so far away that you had to both fly and go by train to get there. Her other grandfather had no hair, and no milk in the refrigerator. Their names were Gaddil and Hogge and to be fair that does sound a lot like scandinavian / old norse [thrall] names from 1000-1500 years ago. Or maybe even Saami.I'll write that off as vivid imagination or I would freak myself out big time.

**** , I started googling. Gáddjá is an old traditional saami name and so is Duoŋgi. It doesn't look like it but they sound about right. Maybe I should tell her Adnala dáv rejnav or Mån ähtjáv duv just to see if she reacts.
#96 - solinvictus (04/30/2013) [-]
I use to tell random people that I was from Jupiter. They had Walmarts on Jupiter and since it was a gas planet we just farted to get around. No one ever knew how to respond to that.
#67 - anon (04/30/2013) [-]
Some weird things happened to me too.I can remember when I was around three or four. I was living with my Mother and Stepfather.
we lived in this dirty little apartment. My Step Father was a heavy set man, who loved to go to yard sales. We would always leave really early in the morning. But there was this one time... We stopped by a decrepit building. It was two stories, falling apart at the foundations. It was an old school house that was set to be demolished. My Mother and Stepfather were looking around, and I managed to sneak away, and go upstairs. I remember seeing all these kids... Lots of them. I can't really remember solid details, just that they were really nice and they wanted to play. My mom comes looking for me and sees me running around an empty room laughing and talking. Of course, she questioned me as to who I was speaking to. I looked up at her, and said. "Mommy, don't you see all the other kids? They see you." My mom noped the **** out and Left my step dad soon after.
User avatar #186 to #67 - MythBuster (04/30/2013) [-]
"my mom noped the **** out" one of the most classic lines that i have ever heard in my life!!
#4 - anon (04/29/2013) [-]
Some of these are obviously ******** . Babies talking about sodomy? C'mon, are we gonna swallow that?
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