Most fucked up paranormal thing you've ever witnessed - No hobos living in asylums please

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We've all heard stories of weird noises or strange lights being caught on camera but those are generic and boring. What's a good story you've witnessed or your friend's cousin's sister's friend has witnessed that made you go "NOPE!" and decline to dig any further?

Oujia boards are right there for me. Good or bad, messing with those things have too many bad stories attached to be worth the risk. Listening to a horror podcast from a few years back I came across a story of an especially asshole entity that tries to trick you and fucks with you if you contact it. Was the final nail in the coffin of listening to anything related to content about them, don't need names of demons on dark nights when the rains coming down hard.

 

[The Pink Panther]

Sometimes, I like sleeping in the closet (I have a futon, but meh). It's my workspace and it gives me a lot of comfort while working there. Sometimes I'll stay up until around 3-4 at night working on something and when I go to sleep around that time in the closet, for some reason, occasionally I get this feeling of slight paralysis with a tickle right in my back. It feels like someone or something is groping or touching my back, but I can't turn around or feel it. It's not as if I would break my back or something if I do, it just feels like I'm forced into that position. Every time this happens, I can't look behind me. I want to see if at least the entity that is doing this even exists and if so, whether or not it's a dude or a chick, not that that's really possible to do, but just out of curiosity.

Another thing that happens is sometimes when I try to go to sleep around these times also get a brief sense of scary visions of sorts. For a minute or so, I'll be having a thought and then the thought disappears and everything in the dark starts to become scary for some reason. You can't even explain why it's scary, it's pretty unexplainable. It's just like everything gets more extreme and dark or so for a minute and then I just break out of it instantly, like that. I open my eyes with a little bother and then somehow when I close my eyes I'm able to go back to the normal REM. These things don't happen frequently, but I'd say it happens enough where I just start to question it.

So yeah, that's my story. I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. I don't do drugs (often), I don't hallucinate, I do no crazy shit. Is my closet fucking haunted or something? I love sleeping in there, would be a shame if some spirit is trying to fuck me outta sleeping in there.

 

[Rusty Crab]

about 10 years ago, I had a window blind start rattling like crazy from another room. I could actually see it moving all around and banging against the window. it stopped as I got closer to it. The window was closed and fully sealed... no vents nearby or anything.

 

[NOT Sword Fighter Super]

I see spooks every time I pass by the ghetto.
Does that count?

 

[Boris Blank's glass eye]

Does this count?

 

[JoshPlz]

I once took a shit that was out of this world.

Sometimes, I like sleeping in the closet (I have a futon, but meh). It's my workspace and it gives me a lot of comfort while working there. Sometimes I'll stay up until around 3-4 at night working on something and when I go to sleep around that time in the closet, for some reason, occasionally I get this feeling of slight paralysis with a tickle right in my back. It feels like someone or something is groping or touching my back, but I can't turn around or feel it. It's not as if I would break my back or something if I do, it just feels like I'm forced into that position. Every time this happens, I can't look behind me. I want to see if at least the entity that is doing this even exists and if so, whether or not it's a dude or a chick, not that that's really possible to do, but just out of curiosity.

Another thing that happens is sometimes when I try to go to sleep around these times also get a brief sense of scary visions of sorts. For a minute or so, I'll be having a thought and then the thought disappears and everything in the dark starts to become scary for some reason. You can't even explain why it's scary, it's pretty unexplainable. It's just like everything gets more extreme and dark or so for a minute and then I just break out of it instantly, like that. I open my eyes with a little bother and then somehow when I close my eyes I'm able to go back to the normal REM. These things don't happen frequently, but I'd say it happens enough where I just start to question it.

So yeah, that's my story. I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. I don't do drugs (often), I don't hallucinate, I do no crazy shit. Is my closet fucking haunted or something? I love sleeping in there, would be a shame if some spirit is trying to fuck me outta sleeping in there.

Thats called sleep paralysis. Also possible carbon monoxide leak.

 

[The Shadow]

Null directly addressed me in chat once.

 

[Lil' Hog]

Sometimes, I like sleeping in the closet (I have a futon, but meh). It's my workspace and it gives me a lot of comfort while working there. Sometimes I'll stay up until around 3-4 at night working on something and when I go to sleep around that time in the closet, for some reason, occasionally I get this feeling of slight paralysis with a tickle right in my back. It feels like someone or something is groping or touching my back, but I can't turn around or feel it. It's not as if I would break my back or something if I do, it just feels like I'm forced into that position. Every time this happens, I can't look behind me. I want to see if at least the entity that is doing this even exists and if so, whether or not it's a dude or a chick, not that that's really possible to do, but just out of curiosity.

Would you try to bang the ghost/spirit if it was a chick?

 

[Shiggy Diggster]

So ten years ago I'm sitting in my bedroom on the computer, as usual. I suddenly feel a compulsion to walk across the house to check the kitchen sink, because I know it's sprung a leak. When I get there, the hot water line has sprung a leak and is spraying a heavy mist under the sink. I turn it off and get it fixed. What a weird thing to happen.

Okay, so a month later I'm sitting in my bedroom on the computer, as usual, and the same scenario happens. This time it was the cold water line. I turn it off and get it fixed. Huh.

Okay, so an unknown period of time later, but probably within the year, I get a compulsion to go to the kitchen immediately because shit is about to catch fire. I know what you're thinking: "credulous fool smells burning food, thinks he has psychic powers" but you're wrong. It wasn't burning food, it was a smoldering power outlet from the '50s. And it had a very mild odor contained in the kitchen. Anyway, I ran double time to the kitchen, pulled out a cabinet because I *knew* the problem was there, and bam, outlet about to catch fire. I turn off the power at the utility box and call an electrician.

I never had any false alarms, just these three connected experiences.

It's probably all connected to the awful suicide of my relative in what became my bedroom.

 

[The Pink Panther]

Would you try to bang the ghost/spirit if it was a chick?

Probs.

 

[Angry Shoes]

Probs.

That reminds me of that Erowid trip report where a dude allegedly took a bunch of DPH and successfully fucked a shadow person.

Found it, it was psychonautwiki not Erowid.

Link
Archive

 

[CobraPlissken]

Spoiler: ghost story or a contactless folie à deux episode? you decide...

Once I shared an apartment, but my roommate would only move in a couple weeks after I did. So for two weeks I lived in that apartment alone. Then some weird things started to happen.

At first, I'd hear noises coming from the kitchen, like someone opening and closing the cabinet doors. I chalked it up to weird acoustics; perhaps it came from the neighbor's kitchen, not mine. I wasn't used to the sounds of that new place, so I thought I would get used to them eventually.

A few days in, I started waking up with my bedroom door ajar. Thing is, I am very particular about closing doors behind me regardless if I'm alone or not. I like the feeling of turning a key and being locked in a safe room, of having complete privacy, as it was a luxury I wasn't afforded growing up. So it was weird to see that I seemed to not only forget locking the door, but that I also left it slightly open. I chalked it up to being distracted. So I made sure to focus while I locked the bedroom door that night before going to bed.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night, I woke up with this overwhelming sense of dread, just to find out I was paralyzed except for my eyes. I look at the door. It isn't ajar, it is FULLY OPEN AND THERE'S A SOLID BLACK HUMAN-SHAPED FIGURE STANDING THERE.

I think, "It's only a nightmare, I'm just having a sleep paralysis episode" as I make the herculean effort of trying to move my paralyzed arm closer to my face to forcefully close my own eyelids, because I couldn't stop staring at that thing. I managed to move my arm and while it took what seemed like forever to do so, I could close my eyes while the figure was still there, static. I was afraid that it would pounce on me, or that I'd go crazy by just looking at it. Then I wake up. It's morning and I feel relieved...until I notice the door is open. I lose my shit. There was no way I opened that door.

I try to keep the skepticism: "Perhaps I sleepwalked?", I think, in spite of never sleepwalking in my life before. For the next days before the roommate arrives, I simply can't bring myself to sleep at night anymore. I started seeing little shadows scurrying around in my peripheral vision. "I'm seeing things because I'm tired", I tell to myself.

The day my roommate arrives, I have a family emergency that requires me to travel to another town. I don't even have the time to properly welcome my roommate as I had to leave in a hurry.

A few days later I'm back. My roommate — who didn't know about any of the things I went through in our apartment, as I didn't want to seem like a crazy person and well, we had no time to even properly talk in person — then tells me:

"I hope you don't think I'm crazy, but..."

And described the SAME things happening while I was away. Even the dark figure under the bedroom doorframe. My roommate thought at first that it was me arriving from my trip but quickly realized it wasn't even a person.

We tried to sleep at night but we'd hear the banging noises from the kitchen and were terrified of that figure appearing again. So once more I start sleeping during the day, as my schedule was more flexible, and my roommate slept during the night. We researched about that place (perhaps someone died there?, or something), tried to fish any info from the neighbors while trying to not sound like complete loons, to no avail. Even though nothing happened while one of us was still awake and had the lights on, we were always on edge.

The only thing that brought peace again to our lives was having some sort of witchcraft ritual in our apartment (my roommate had acquaintances in that "scene", the only sort that could take us seriously). I didn't want to stay for the ritual; even though I'd be normally curious about what it entailed, at that point I felt like I would have a nervous breakdown if I had my skepticism challenged again, if some sort of weird thing started to happening right in front of me., like shit moving on its own, or whatever. Thankfully, after the ritual, nothing weird ever happened again for the remainder of my time there, we both could sleep at night without any disturbances and I never saw anything like that again anywhere else.

 

[Rosemary]

One night when I was a kid, I was in bed and I saw a bright purple glow coming from outside my window. I didn't look out there to see what it was because I wasn't too worried about it, I just stayed there and wondered whether it was my dad (?) or aliens. It was probably just something stupid.

Now I'm wondering if I did look out there because I vaguely remember seeing my dad's work truck in a purple glow.

 

[MrTroll]

Joe Biden just 'magically' having TENS OF MILLIONS OF VOTES APPEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT after Donald Trump was leading by RECORD NUMBERS on election day. REVERSE THE STEAL!!

 

[keyboredsm4shthe2nd]

So apparently the night my grandma's sister died my grandma was lying in bed, heard breathing right next to her, then saw some apparition bolt through her living room
so that was...

something.
Edit: tbh this is the most believable one I've heard, because if there is hypothetically a spirit and soul, the time to see one would be right after the person died.

 

[Admiral Mantoid]

Wasn't there already a thread for this? I'm pretty sure there was and had a title like this.

Spoiler

Anyway, I was driving home from work one night, was like 3 AM, so there was no one else on the road at the time afaik. Then all of a sudden I see a big purple glow in the sky and think its a meteor or something, but then it started blinking rapidly, moved vertically then back up into space and disappeared. Freaked me the fuck out, sped home and that was that. Never took that route again.

 

[гape]

i saw a doppelganger in the hallway when i was supposed to be alone

 

[Lil' Hog]

Oh yeah, I have one.

Back when I was still in uni in another state, I used to see something when I was in bed. It was a huge person, all black, with not facial expression (much like those dolls you use for drawing poses).

My bed was located in a way that I could see the corridor and a bit of the living room's doorframe.

Either be trying to sleep or just on my phone, I'd see him peeking at me amd slowly hiding. It was creepy as fuck at first. I always go into panick mode when that happened.

And I say he was huge because the way he peeked (see picture). It wasn't the normal way, where you just lean your body to the side. No, I could feel like he was crouching a little (think as if you're trying to peek thru a 4 feet door, the way your body has to go into like a upside 'L' shape, pointing your head 45 degrees toward the ground).

It didn't matter if it was day or night, he would always appear. But it was very sporadic, like once every 2 months or so.

 

[CobraPlissken]

Here's another story, but it didn't happen to me. It's been so many years I heard it but still gives me the creeps.

Spoiler: HE FELL IN THE MIRROR

According to my dad, this happened to my aunt, his little sister. They had a cousin — a 17-year-old boy — who liked to play with them when they were kids (my dad was 7 and my aunt, 3). My aunt was very attached to him.

One morning, she's in the bedroom and suddenly starts crying and screaming. My father wakes up (he slept in the same room) and my grandma rushes to the bedroom to see if she fell from her crib or something; she's still in her crib, crying out repeatedly "[cousin's name] FELL IN THE MIRROR! HE FELL IN THE MIRROR!!"

Neither of them could understand what she meant, and why she was so shaken about it. Shortly after, they are informed that said cousin, who worked in a construction site as a bricklayer's mate (it was the 50's, no one here cared about safety regulations or minors working, it was the sort of thing a healthy boy would do to help his family), fell down from a very tall scaffolding and didn't survive the accident.

Later in life, when she was able to articulate what she was trying to say back then, she explained she looked at a mirror that was in the bedroom and, as if it was a TV or something, it showed her cousin falling to his death instead of the reflection.

 

[Pocket Dragoon]

I've had two; the first was circa '85, when I was about 10, hiking with my cousin in da UP, close to Deer Park, about 5 miles from the campground. In the summer up there the sound you hear mostly are flies and mosquitos; they can be thick enough to drive deer & horses mad. And that's what we heard until everything went quiet; it was like someone had dropped a giant lead blanket over the entire vicinity. I remember all sound vanished, even the noise of our breathing, but most noticably & especially the swarms of bugs that had been plaguing us; and it was sudden enough that it stopped us in our tracks. At that point we both heard something from off the trail, about 50ft into the woods, among a logged-out patch of pine.

We both saw what I can only describe as something like the Predator cloaking device shimmer, man-sized, which then took off into the treeline at an unnatural speed, without kicking up dust, and then we heard something like a deer bounding across the dry, dead ground cover; and then the bugs and ambient noise returned to normal. The temperature never changed, nor did a light wind coming off the lake.

The second happened in '04, somewhere between Samarra and Tikrit, when the MSRs turned black and we had to bivouac off the highway until daybreak before continuing our guntruck run to Mosul. EOD and a Cav detachment had cleared a nice spot next to a date grove about 2km off MSR Tampa, and we posted up there for the night, with my own guntruck posted up at the ECP (entry control point) to our makeshift FOB.

Some months before, I hustled our armory & supply NCOs to find me a thermal AN/PAS optic for my M2 .50, which I could also mount on my 249. I'd played with it a few times on the LSA, but it was always too bright & busy to really see much in the sky. But that night, the entire local Iraqi power grid was down, with no moon, perfectly clear skies.... it gets dark in the desert.

When I finally was able to take a break, I hooked that thermal to my 249, popped out the bipod, and laid down in the bed of my guntruck, so I could look essentially straight up, and started fucking around with the modes & image gains.

The amount of shit flying around up there was crazy; faint meteor streaks turned into fireballs, I saw several satellites in less than 20mins, and spotted distant aircraft towards the horizon, probably hundreds of miles away. All were easily identifiable, and nothing I hadn't seen before (except not with a super cool military-grade thermal scope).

And then I saw a goddamned UFO, doing UFO-type maneuvers, and obviously flying higher than the orbiting CAS over MSR Tampa, but definitely lower than the occasional meteor streaks. It even did some shit like cloak/uncloak to the naked eye, and when it flew near stars it looked like star got lensed around the object.

I got my driver to take a look, and we took turns watching it for about 5 min before the object (which was apparently rectangular when motionless) went from a dead stop, to skipping over the horizon at an extremely high rate of giddyap, but not leaving any image artifacts you normally see watching hot/cold objects move quickly through thermal scopes. The acceleration was so unnatural that we both said something like "HOLY FUCK!", and caught the attention of our platoon NCO, who put an end to our skywatching.