New Show Alert: ‘Ghosts of Morgan City’ Premieres June 21

There’s something strange happening in Morgan City, Louisiana and Travel Channel’s latest paranormal team is ready to get to the bottom of it.

There’s something strange happening in Morgan City, Louisiana and Police Chief James “Bo” Blair is ready to get to the bottom of it. With a surge in unusual emergency calls related to unexplained paranormal encounters, Chief Blair has reached out to Police Chief Mike King of Shepherdstown, West Virginia, who not too long ago was in a similar situation. Following Chief King’s advice, Chief Blair decides to recruit a team of specialists including local paranormal investigator Jereme Leonard, former FBI agent Ben Hansen and psychic medium Sarah Lemos. Together, these three make up the cast of the new Travel Channel series, Ghosts of Morgan City, premiering on Friday, June 21 at 9 p.m. ET/PT.

In each of the eight 1-hour episodes, Jereme, Ben and Sarah attempt to figure out what’s causing the recent uptick in bizarre activity around Morgan City by looking for patterns and clues in every case they investigate. Local historian Diane Wiltz helps the team dig up disturbing history associated with the area. As it turns out, the hauntings aren’t isolated to Morgan City — they’re happening throughout the entire St. Mary Parish (a parish is Louisiana’s equivalent to a county).

In the premiere episode of Ghosts of Morgan City, Jereme, Ben and Sarah get word from the police department that there’s a shapeshifting mist in the area. The puzzling details take on new meaning when they discover that the mist has ties to the first female executed in Louisiana. As the case wraps up, more calls start to come in from outside Morgan City, sending the team to every corner of the parish in search of answers. From a plantation with a history of voodoo and a violent Civil War battle, to a family home haunted by the spirit of a young girl and the team’s own headquarters within the city’s historic archives, each clue brings the group one step closer to ending a haunted tug of war.

Follow @TravelChannel and #GhostsOfMC on FacebookTwitter and Instagram for exclusive content and updates. And check out Travel Channel’s latest paranormal team on social media, too: follow Jereme Leonard on Facebook, Ben Hansen on Twitter and Sarah Lemos on Instagram.

Ghosts of Morgan City premieres Friday, June 21 at 9 p.m. ET/PT.

Portals To Hell Will Explore New Orleans’ LaLaurie Mansion by Tony Sokol

Travel Channel sends Portals to Hell’s paranormal investigators to New Orleans’ notorious house of torture.

LaLaurie Mansion

“Mad” Madame Delphine LaLaurie was a New Orleans Creole socialite. After her house burned, she went dark. Known as the “Cruel Mistress of the Haunted House,” she is infamous as a serial killer who tortured and murdered her slaves amid tales of medical experiments performed in the household.  An all-new episode of Travel Channel’s Portals to Hell will make supernatural history as investigators  Jack Osbourne and Katrina Weidman will become the only paranormal team to investigate New Orleans’ notorious LaLaurie Mansion. The episode airs Friday, June 7 at 10 p.m.

“The historic home in New Orleans is known for its sadistic history and legendary hauntings, inspiring various books, movies and TV shows, including American Horror Story,” reads the official synopsis. “According to local historians, the mansion’s matriarch, Madame LaLaurie, kept many dark secrets in her house and had a twisted desire for torture and suffering. Now, the Portals to Hell team hunts for the truth behind the terrifying rumors that surround this real-life house of horrors and attempts to make contact with the numerous spirits believed to be trapped within its walls.”

Portals to Hell‘s official website claims hauntings exist all over the world, but there are “a few locations with sordid pasts and dark histories that are especially sinister and purported to be doorways to the spirit underworld.”

Ozzy Osbourne’s son Jack is best known for MTV’s reality show The Osbournes, SyFy’s Haunted Highway,” and A+E Network’s Ozzy & Jack’s World Detour.” He is also an adventurer and paranormal investigator who has documented “harrowing face-to-face encounters with the unexplainable in some of America’s darkest and most remote regions.” Katrina Weidman rose to national recognition in her role on A+E’s Paranormal State, working on hundreds of cases of unexplained supernatural phenomena. She was also the co-host and producer of Paranormal Lockdown on TLC and Destination America, and Chiller’s Real Fear: The Truth Behind the Movies (2012) and its followup The Truth Behind More Movies (2013).

Portals To Hell‘s “LaLaurie Mansion” episode airs Friday, June 7 at 10 p.m. on Travel Channel.

Culture Editor Tony Sokol cut his teeth on the wire services and also wrote and produced New York City’s Vampyr Theatre and the rock opera AssassiNation: We Killed JFKRead more of his work here or find him on Twitter @tsokol.

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Data shows dozens of Bigfoot sightings reported in Indiana

Indiana Bigfoot

INDIANAPOLIS (WTHR) – When you think of Bigfoot, you likely think of the Pacific Northwest, but new research reveals dozens of Hoosiers have reported spotting the creature.

The Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization posted data online showing thousands of sightings claimed nationwide, KWQC reported. The research was analyzed by the Travel Channel, which premieres a new series “Bigfoot in America” this August.

The database not only lists the numbers of sightings in each state, but also breaks it down by county and provides details of each reported sighting.

Seventy-eight Bigfoot sightings have been reported in Indiana since children reported seeing the ape-like creature near Westfield in July 1973. Two months later, a child reported a sighting in a cornfield near Sheridan.

The most recent report came from campers who said they may have heard “vocalizations” of Bigfoot on Yellowwood Lake in Brown County.

The highest number of Bigfoot sightings reported in an Indiana county is the eight sightings in Monroe County, double the total sightings in Washington County, which is second on the list.

The last sightings of Bigfoot in Monroe County came in 2009, when duck hunters near Lake Monroe reported hearing vocalizations one October morning. Months earlier, a man reported hearing moans and seeing a gray creature outside Bloomington.

There have been no sightings reported in Marion County. but there have been a total of eight in five of the so-called “donut” counties – Boone (1), Hamilton (2), Johnson (1), Morgan (3) and Shelby (1).

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8 Haunted Wedding Venues For Couples Who Love All Things Creepy By JORDAN BISSELL

Haunted Wedding Locations

For some couples, a Pinterest-perfect wedding is right up their alley. They fill the day with cheery flowers, sparkling garlands, and peppy music. But every relationship is a little different, so what works for some folks definitely doesn’t work for everyone. If you and your partner are more of the Beetlejuice or Corpse Bride type, and not so into keeping things traditional, looking into a haunted wedding venue might be more your style. It might seem a little dark at first, but the best wedding will be one that genuinely represents the two of you, so buck what’s “natural” and instead opt for something supernatural.

No matter how thrilled you and your partner are about the possibility of a paranormal encounter on your big day, there’s no need to worry if you have a parent who insists on keeping things classy or a grandparent who would faint if they thought ghosts were nearby, because each of these spots seems fairly normal unless you’re in the know. That gives you the freedom to lean into the spooky theme as much (or as little) as you’d like. Just prepare an explanation to give in case a guest starts insisting they felt a cold hand grab them, you know.

Pull your partner extra close and start packing your ghost hunting equipment, because each of these venues is deliciously scary. Here are some spots to check out in preparation of your wedding.

1. The Roosevelt Hotel, California

Craving a little bit of ghost hunting in between saying “I do” and cutting the cake? The Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles is the perfect spot to keep things classy enough to honor the special occasion, while still spicing things up with some casual supernatural activity. “Many see Marilyn [Monroe] in the mirror. They also see a little girl in a blue dress,” a maintenance worker told The Hollywood Reporter. Just consider them extra guests at no charge.

2. Big Nose Kate’s Saloon, Arizona

Local lore is that an old miner never left the historic Big Nose Kate’s Saloon building in Tombstone, Arizona, a well-known ghost town. Stay away from the basement unless you’re ready to risk physical contact with the spirit, Swamper, who’s been said to grab and push people. But as long as you and your partner are simply batty about each other, you’ll be sure to stay safe on your wedding day.

3. Rockwood Park & Museum, Delaware

On the eve before your wedding day at the Rockwood Park & Museum, ditch a traditional rehearsal dinner in favor of a guided paranormal investigation tour on the property. “Along the way, if you’re lucky, you may meet long-lost family members who, some say, still walk the halls of the mansion,” the venue claims. But keep calm, and carry a wand, because you’ll have your boo at your side.

4. The Queen Mary, California

If you and your partner are ready to tie the knot on the water, but want to keep things extra spooktacular, getting hitched aboard The Queen Mary might be just the thing for you. Voted one of the top 10 most haunted places in America by TIME, you can hope to bump into supernatural figures like a “lady in white,” various ghostly children, and an engineer who died long, long ago.

5. Oakland Cemetery, Georgia

Yes, you read that right — a cemetery. If you’re going to go a little spooky, why not go full macabre and literally tie the knot where hundreds of spirits likely roam? Oakland Cemetery’s event space looks innocuous enough, so if you’re worried about freaking out your guests, you don’t have to tell them about the history of the place. In the spirit of creeping it real, some say they’ve seen long-dead soldiers wandering the grounds.

6. The Hannah House, Indiana

What might seem like just a beautiful building to hold a wedding ceremony is actually a crucial part of the Underground Railroad. The Hannah Mansion housed enslaved people heading to Canada for freedom, according to the website, and many folks still reportedly hear moans and feel mysterious cold spots on the property.

7. Ohio State Reformatory, Ohio

You probably don’t think of a building that once housed some of history’s most infamous prisoners as the perfect wedding venue, but if you’re looking for a creepy twist to your big day, the Ohio State Reformatory is the perfect spot for it. In addition to making your union official, try your hand at zombie laser tag or join along on the Shawshank Redemption tour. Interested in becoming a better ghost hunter with your partner? Try taking one of the classes offered onsite.

8. The Historic Anchorage Hotel, Alaska

Alaska might already seem like the kind of place that’ll give you chills (at least in winter), but getting married at the Historical Anchorage Hotel in Anchorage will raise the hair on the back of your neck in more ways than one. While there’s a beautiful event space for the official ceremony, you and your partner can also look forward to spotting Police Chief John J. “Black Jack” Sturgus, who died mysteriously in 1921.

Wherever you choose to go for your wedding day, it’s sure to be boo-tiful. So eat, drink, and be scary.

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Ted Bundy: ‘Extremely Wicked’ Star Lily Collins Says Ghosts of Serial Killer’s Victims Visited Her By CAITLYN HITT

Lily Collins stepped into her darkest role yet as Ted Bundy‘s girlfriend, Elizabeth Kloepfer, in Netflix‘s Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile and the role had some seriously creepy implications on her life off screen. The 30-year-old actress believes she was visited by the ghost of Bundy’s victims, according to The Guardian.

Collins told the British newspaper that while preparing to play Kloepfer, she’d awaken at 3:05 a.m. every night. She couldn’t figure out, at first, why it kept happening. Collins said before she’d snap out of her slumber, she’d see “flashes of images,” but couldn’t place them.

“I would go downstairs and have a cup of tea, trying to figure out why I had woken up again,” she recalled. “I started being woken up by flashes of images, like the aftermath of a struggle.”

When this continued, Collins said she decided to do a little digging. She learned that 3 a.m. is prime time to be visited by paranormal. Collins said she wasn’t “scared” about the interactions. Instead, she told The Guardian she felt the victims were there to make sure she felt “supported.”

“I discovered that 3 a.m. is the time when the veil between the realms is the thinnest and one can be visited,” she said. “I didn’t feel scared. I felt supported. I felt like people were saying, ‘We’re here listening. We’re here to support. Thank you for telling the story.'”

Ghosts aren’t the only people with ties to Bundy that Collins met with before starring in the Netflix original film. During an appearance on This Morning, the starlette said she met with the real Kloepfer before she portrayed her in Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile. She recalled her as “gracious,” revealing that she met her daughter, too.

“She was so gracious, her and her daughter Molly were so gracious and inviting [to] me and giving me material to look at and speaking to me and just allowing me to ask questions,” she said on the British TV program.

Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile tells the story of Bundy’s years-long killing spree through Kloepfer’s eyes. Zac Efron played Bundy in the film. The film followed Netflix’s documentary, Conversations with a Killer: The Ted Bundy Tapes. Both were directed by Joe Berlinger.

The documentary featured interviews with people touched by Bundy’s crimes. Carol DaRonch, who survived an attack by the infamous serial killer, appeared. She recounted the incident in Conversations with a Killer.0COMMENTS

“He headed down a side street and then he suddenly pulled over up on the side of a curb up by an elementary school and that’s when I just started freaking out: ‘What are we doing?’ And he grabbed my arm and he got one handcuff on one wrist and he didn’t get the other one on and the one was just dangling,” DaRonch said. “I had never been so frightened in my entire life.”

PEOPLE reported that Bundy was caught and sentenced to death in 1980. He was executed in 1989. During his reign of terror, Bundy killed more than 20 people, all of them women.

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26 Realtors Reveal The Disturbing History Behind The Haunted Houses They Were Forced To Sell By Holly Riordan

Do your research before choosing your future home, because these buyers and sellers from Ask Reddit have some pretty disturbing stories about real ‘haunted houses.’

Haunted Real Estate

1. A woman’s body turned to liquid and destroyed the flooring

“The lady next door to me died, and wasn’t found until she was… more liquid than solid on her living room carpet. The family couldn’t pay something about back taxes or something, and the house went to HUD to auction. Hud paid for some cleanup, but not to replace the carpet, only steam clean it.

So it finally sold, and was talking to the guy who is flipping it, before I could mention the death, he asked if the house had a water leak under the foundation… Because when they ripped up the carpet and pad to put down the lament floor, it was really dirty and got all over them and their clothes… Told him what happened and how HUD went cheap on what to fix before the auction, he got green as a pea and started puking right there on his side of the fence.” — tieberion

2. There were scratches in the closet from the children locked inside

“My parents were realtors, and also flipped houses. When I was growing up I used to help them a lot, usually by cleaning. When I was 12 I was helping with a house that was infested with roaches. I noticed the closets were smeared with shit and children’s hand prints… there were fingernail scratches on the insides of the doors as well. I asked my parents why this was the case. They told me the old tenants used to lock their toddlers in the closets for days.” — JaytheFarmer

3. A serial killer buried bodies on the property

“When I was looking for my last house, I went with my wife and realtor to look at several houses. We went to look at one house in particular because it didn’t seem like the price they were asking for could be real… huge house sitting on tons of land with outbuildings, going for millions under market value. We got there, and the realtor said, ‘Oh, I should mention, a serial killer lived here and when he was put away cops found 11 bodies on the property.’” — Yup4545

4. They found a heap of baby skeletons

“Not a realtor, happened to some friends who bought a property, very old site, about 300 years old which had been part of a convent, the living room of the nuns exactly. The aforementioned place had been refurbished as small apartments/houses about 50 years ago.

They went to live there and there was some maintenance given to certain places of the property (the common areas) there was a wall which was slightly wider than the others, they began to give maintenance to that wall but the outer layer fell apart (due to the rain and age) while trying to fix that they found dozens of skeletons of babies, very little babies and very old little skeletons.

Well, authorities and historians came and went by, and they came to the conclusion that the nuns tossed their babies there right after giving birth to them, lord knows if they were alive or dead by then.” — Moonwarden666

5. There were blood stains on the walls

“Not a realtor, but when the sold sign went up on our last house our neighbor came over and said, ‘Now you’re moving out, would you like to know about your house’s history?’ Turned out the previous owner was a heroin dealer, who allowed his customers to shoot up in the living room – explains the brown arcs all over the walls when we stripped the wallpaper. He also used to pimp his wife out from an upstairs room (our then bedroom). Lovely.” — dgbgb

6. He killed himself inside of the house

“One of our sellers killed himself in their living room while we already had a buyer in place. Postponed the sale while the drywall was fixed. Didn’t have to disclose.” — insipidrose

7. Multiple people were shot down during a rave

“In Seattle there was a house just up the block from my work. This was probably around 2007/08 or so. There was a zombie themed rave and said house became the after party. Most of the club kids knew each other and the ages ranged from like 16 to 21. Unfortunately they invited this loner dude who came over and started unloading a shotgun around 6:30-7 in the morning.

Kids dressed like zombies were pouring out of the house jumping over fences, into the street, into the backyard. Nobody knew who was actually wounded and who wasn’t because everybody looked fucked up due to their costume. I think like 6-7 died. It was totally fucked and has always stuck with me. Probably because it was in my neighborhood in which I lived and worked.

Eventually the house went up for sale and I always wondered how much the prospective buyers knew about what happened there. Houses in Seattle don’t stay long on the market so it had a lot of real estate agents and buyers coming and going. I also wondered if there was a little discount considering it’s history.” — TheGhost206

8. The mother killed her kids and then herself

“I’ve been in a few where the realtor might have a hard time selling it after it is fixed.

One in particular where the mom drowned her two kids in the bathtub then set herself on fire in the back utility room.” — fireinvestigator113

9. He murdered his sons to get back at his cheating wife

“I’m not a realtor but suppose the story is relevant.

My extended family used to live in a really old house located just north of London. Previously it used to be queen Victoria’s stop when she was traveling in the area.

Im told my uncle (mums sisters husband), when younger never believed in ghosts or spirits and would be the first one to call it a load of rubbish.

He was sleeping one night and was awoken by a man staring at him at the end of his bed, dressed in an old army uniform. My uncle froze for a few seconds, panicked and flicked the bedside lamp on and then the man vanished.

He refused to sleep in that room from that night onwards.

We later found out that the man was a previous owner who had returned from war to find his wife having an affair. He was so furious that his wife reported to have told her he would do the worst thing possible to get back at her.

He took his twin sons (toddlers at the time) went to the back of the garden where there was a forest and shot them both dead before killing himself.

The funny thing is that since my family bought the property my uncle had twin sons, my mum had twin sons and my uncles brother (who is also a part owner of the property) had twin sons.

The weirder part is that my brothers and my uncle/aunties kids were playing near the forest when they were in their early teens and kept on saying they heard boys laughing but couldn’t see anybody there (not knowing the houses history).” — bs3ac

10. A dead baby was found inside of the wall

“This involves a couple who bought a house in the 1980’s. They called me a couple year ago wanting to sell. As we’re talking, the wife starts telling me about her difficult pregnancies and how she’d been pregnant many times but lost them all. I feel bad for her, but I’m wondering what this has to do with anything. The husband pipes up and says, ‘After the last one, I didn’t know what to do… I came home and the first thing I thought to do was remodel the kitchen… I had to break something!’ He goes on about his impromptu kitchen demolition (dishes still in the cabinets and everything). The guy was devastated that they’d lost another baby. Anyway, he says he’s ripping out a corner and he always knew there was a dead pocket there because the span was like 3 feet, but the closet behind it was only 2 feet deep. He rips out the drywall and finds a ball of cloth. As he pulls back the layers, he realizes it’s the skeleton of a baby. It was wrapped up with a teddy bear. He called the police and said they never got any follow-up on it.” — Myzyri

11. A ghost haunted the house where a man died

“My dad moved into a house where we later learned that the previous owner’s son killed himself. There was no saying as to whether he lived in the house, but we do know which bedroom was his.

I’m not into paranormal nonsense but my sister had that room. Before we learned about the son killing himself, she had all sorts of weird things happening in the room, alarms going off at odd hours of the night, the tv just turns on/shuts off whenever it feels like it (especially weird when it’s at night and you’re alone)

I don’t like going up there for that reason.

The previous owner also came home one day to catch his wife cheating on him and started shooting at them. He missed them and you can still see the bullet marks in the wall of the master bedroom.” — spaghatta111

12. His body was decomposing from the heat

“Didn’t sell the house but was managing an apartment and walked in on a guy who was in bed decomposing for two weeks over the worst heat wave in years.

His head was partially melted into the pillow and his back was full of maggots. Had a couple stiff ones that night.

Walked through a house where a hoarder lived and was attacked by fleas and saw a rat in the master bedroom the size of a football. Noticed droppings on the bed too. Lady had been living there her entire life and never threw anything away. Apparently, couldn’t get rid of the rat either.

I’ve flipped and helped with flips and sales since I was 18. I can go on and on and on with the conditions I’ve seen people living in and the history behind them.” — avettwhore

13. Prostitutes used to work inside the house

“These are mostly from the commercial side, but here goes (various, Florida mainly):

Crack house/apartment complex where the previous owner was in jail for fraud.

Previous owner killed in officer-involved shooting.

Current owner was a ward of the state due to advanced dementia and family drama.

Site was owned by relatives who can’t get along with one another.

Homophobic dad tried to screw his gay son out of their apartment building and shopping center.

Tax fraud.

Migrant farmworker housing with open code violations (the owner preferred illegal immigrants because ‘if they complain, they’ll get deported so they keep shut’).

‘No-tell motel.’

Owner sponsored jet ski racing.

Tenant sponsored jet ski racing, including the same riders as above (this is a totally different property in a different municipality).

Neighbor sponsored jet ski racing, including the same riders as above (seeing a theme? Welcome to Florida).

Shop/apartment where previous tenants were crackheads who repeatedly burglarized the shop.

Code violations, code violations, code violations.


We once did a Pentecostal church, too. Not during services.” — 19djafoij02

14. The basement contained a torture room

“I’m a contractor and recently dismantled what seemed to be a torture room in the basement of a house some clients were selling. Creepy broken mirror included.” — groel220

15. The house was repeatedly broken into

“I work in property management on the rental side, and would frequently do post move out walks to assess damages from previous renters, and make ready lists for new ones.

There was a house on my list that had been vacant for a while in a semi seedy area, not a huge deal by any means as it’s the middle of the day. I go to the front door, and it was stuck shut. Shoulder checked it a few times, and it would give a little but I couldn’t get it open, like furniture or something was barring the way.

So I walk around back and completely ignore he broken storm door (oops) leading up to the other entry. The second I open the door I notice three guys standing in the living room around a table. One conveniently had a gun pointed directly at me.

I apologized, and politely let myself out. No more than ten seconds after I get into my car, our maintenance calls warning me that the property has been broken into half a dozen times already and I shouldn’t go in alone.

Wasn’t the worst I’ve seen, but certainly the scariest.” — Turkeyhuts

16. They found a dead body years later

“Property inspection turned up a dead body in the attic, it was a suicide, someone hung them self. Home owner thought her husband had left her years ago…

I guess he did.” — colonrody

17. Someone was brutally shot and died of blood loss

“My father was speaking with the previous owner about anything he is needs to know about the house. The previous owner starts mentioning that a man who lived in the house as a tenant was brutally shot and only made it to the backyard before he had dies from loss of blood. This house is located in a very bad area of our city so shootings are not at all uncommon. Fast forward a few years and we find out that one of the people living in our house was selling drugs. The drug dealer is eventually arrested in that house leaving his wife, mother in law, and daughter in the house. Few years more and we needed to kick out our tenants because they hadn’t paid rent for months. A few nights after my parents went to go tell the tenants to leave or else they were gonna get kicked out. The house burst into flames. A very large portion of the house was in ruins. All the kitchen, one of the rooms. and most of the living room burnt to a crisp. Luckily the insurance covered the damage. Thankfully the house has been sold. Last thing that i heard about it is our now ex-tenant ( a new one) was not paying rent and got into a very nasty fist fight with the people in the neighborhood. he got into the house completely covered in blood and bruises. They had to call the ambulance to save the guy too. A small word of advice people. If you are going to buy a house ALWAYS take location into account. Sometimes buying a house in a dangerous neighborhood for a cheaper price can prove to be a big mistake.” — EveryDayRay

18. They locked their children in the basement

“I’ve been doing this job for a while now. The thing that scares me most is how often I find the locks reversed on bedroom/basement doors.

There’s lots of shitty parents out there.” — CubbieBlue66

19. The basement used to be a morgue

“A historic building I used to lease apartments for was formally an insane asylum and prior to that was a hospital. The building itself is on the national historical registry. Thankfully I never had a bad experience here except for one unsettling thing in a stairwell but I did meet people over the years with stories. Anyways, certain things are required for historical landmarks and restoration tax credits in this particular city so in many of the apartments had to maintain certain features of the original design/architecture like some old tile was still on the walls and floors. The thing that creeped me out was the basement. Even after 50+ years on most days you could catch a whiff of formaldehyde. Some days were more pungent and distinct than others. Of course being the basement it also had the addition of that musty basement smell. Since this was once a hospital obviously it had a morgue. There are a handful of apartments in the basement and the original tile on the floor marked where the morgue actually started. In one of those apartments there is a bedroom with incredibly spacious walk-in closets. If you haven’t already figured it out these two massive closets are the old body lockers with the original latches on the walls next to the entrance to the closets. I still for the life of me cannot understand how anyone could live in that apartment because I wouldn’t even go into that apartment by myself.” — Player_Haterz_Ball

20. A young man killed himself inside of the apartment

“The flat opposite my house was occupied for a couple of years by a lovely young man, long hair, Goth clothing (may not be the right word, but fuck it, I’m old), super polite if a bit reserved.

He hanged himself in the flat one day. I only found out afterwards that he had had a liver transplant some years before and was worried his new liver was failing.

I wish I could have helped him. I used to see him at my doctors surgery (I had a new and sickly baby and was there a lot, so was he) but we just said hi, how are you, etc. So sad for him.

The flat has been occupied since by a succession of young couples, I’ve never said a word in case it troubles them but I’ve tried harder since to let them know I’m there if they ever need a friend. Being young and just starting out can be lonely.” — GreyhoundMummy

21. There was a secret passage hidden somewhere unseen

“That there was a ‘secret passageway and stairs’ between bedrooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors that no one now could find, but it was there, well hidden.” — Back2Bach

22. The apartment was a converted asylum

“Not a realtor, but I used to rent an apartment that was in a converted victorian asylum. It was rumored to be haunted but I never heard or saw anything whilst living there.

When I met with a letting agent to hand the keys back at the property, and for him to run through a final inspection he asked if we had been ‘happy’ there. I said something to the effect of yes, but we were only moving as the landlord had it up for sale. It became clear he was after some kind of ghost story as he explained that none of his colleagues liked going to any apartments in the building because when taking photos to market one of them, the red eye detector kept triggering on his phone when no one was in frame!

The poor guy looked nervous as hell the whole time we were there.” — Zutsky

23. There was a camera hidden inside the bathroom mirror

“I went to visit my sister in California and once I flew in I wanted to shower. Well I took a long enough shower that the mirror was all steamy when I got out. Except one tiny dot in the middle of the mirror. My immediate thought process was “oh weird. I guess if you draw on a mirror with expo it won’t steam around it”. So I went to go investigate and upon looking right up to it I realized it was a fucking camera lens.

Well I freaked and ran out to her room and dressed then went and told her. We went around our back and looked in a utility closet type thing that looked like it was in line with her room. Sure enough the drywall had been cut away and re patched at some point. We cut it open and while there was no camera there was a little lens still stuck to the mirror. It’s real freaky to think whoever was getting actually spied on and if they ever actually knew. Eeeeeek.” — snapdragonflies

24. A woman was beaten to death next door

“Got a good deal on an old apartment because a lady was beaten to death next door. It was on old house converted into separate units.” — Thelatedrpepper

25. An entire family was murdered there

“About 6 months ago I was looking into homes in the area I grew up in because I’m (still) planning on moving back to the area. I found a pretty cute house on a busy street in the town, read all the info, it seemed like a good option for my fiance and I. Then something hit me; based on the address and info provided, I realized it had to be the same house where a Chinese family of four was brutally murdered 2 years ago. The police still don’t know who did it.” — sup518

26. A young kid drowned in the pool

“How about the one I bought… A kid drowned in the pool, so far every person that I have met asks me, ‘You know what happened there right?’ People are nosy.” — SDr6 

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Rolling Hills Asylum

If you’re looking for a one of a kind event that combines ghosts, painting, and on some dates, alcohol, you’re going to want to check this one out at Rolling Hills Asylum.

Rolling Hills Asylum is a former “Poorhouse” that used to hold needy people.  Their definition of who could receive treatment there is:

Orphaned children, families, destitute elderly, physically handicapped, mentally unstable, morally corrupt, even criminals.

Many of those people had no family that would claim them and after they had passed away were buried there at the asylum.  For that reason, the asylum is said to be haunted and thousands of people come there every year to hunt the ghosts, feel their presence, or search for life after death.

This summer, you’re going to have the opportunity to experience the spookiness of Rolling Hills Asylum and make some art at the same time with their upcoming Paint with a Ghost events that will be held.

Artist Terry Weber of Bethany Arts felting and painting classes (all supplies included) with Sarah Pangrazio of Sarah’s Studio will be offering wine, beer, and mead tastings on two 21 years & over events.

  • May 16th
  • June 2nd – Include wine and alcohol tastings!
  • June 20th
  • July 14th – Include wine and alcohol tastings!

Sound like fun?  Get your tickets today!  There will be a limited number available for purchase at


Haunted Objects

Zak Bagans is at it again — his Haunted Museum now has another terrifying piece of furniture … this one connected to an exorcism and an infamous murder.

The “Ghost Adventures” star has purchased the “Devil’s Rocking Chair” — a chair with ties to famed paranormal investigator Lorraine Warren and the notorious “Devil Made Me Do It” Case — to display at his museum in Las Vegas.

The story goes like this — Lorraine and her husband, Ed, helped exorcise a possessed 11-year-old boy named David Glatzel in the early ’80s. During his exorcisms, the chair would allegedly rock on its own, levitate, and even vanish and reappear. David and Lorraine also claim to have seen the devil sitting in it.

Witnesses say the final exorcism concluded when the demon fled David’s body and entered Arne Cheyenne Johnson, a man who killed his landlord months later during an argument and claimed it was due to his demonic possession.

The Warrens backed him up … but the judge didn’t buy it and he was convicted of first-degree manslaughter. The story’s the premise of the 1983 book, “The Devil in Connecticut” and is rumored to be the plot of “The Conjuring 3.”

Anyway … Bagans dropped $67,000 to add the creepy chair — which still has holy oil stains on it left by Ed Warren — to his collection.

Zak bought it from Carl Glatzel, David’s brother. We’re told Carl decided to sell the chair because he’s moving and doesn’t want to take it with him … even though it’s been in his family since the ’50s.

Carl says the family heirloom has mostly been avoided due to its bad juju. He claims those who have been brave or stupid enough to sit in it have paid the price with back pain afterward … one of his friends even had to have surgery!!!

BTW — we’re told Bagans bought the “Devil’s Rocking Chair” from Carl just hours before Lorraine died. As we reported … she passed away last week at the age of 92.

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How Jack Osbourne went from rock royalty to ghost buster By Marisa Dellatto

Portals to Hell

Unlike other paranormal investigators, Jack Osbourne and Katrina Weidman are afraid of the ghosts they’re busting.

“You get scared, but you also have a job to do,” Weidman says. “You’re not going to be a very good investigator if you can’t push through that fear, right?”

Weidman, 36, and Osbourne (yes, that Osbourne), 33, are pushing their heart rates up on the ghost-hunting show “Portals to Hell,” premiering at 10 p.m. Friday on the Travel Channel.

As Osbourne explains it, he’s more of the paranormal “hobbyist” to Weidman’s expert. If they were photographers, he tells The Post, “she’s the pro and I’m the guy who takes cool pictures on his phone and posts them on Instagram.”

Both say their interest in the supernatural springs from early encounters with something ghostly. Weidman recalls how her sister saw her in her room upstairs while Weidman was sitting on the downstairs sofa. Osbourne remembers the time he and his sister, Kelly, were home alone when they heard loud footsteps coming from the top floor. “The footsteps were getting so close to me and my sister [that] we opened the window and considered jumping out,” he says.

Now, they travel around the country investigating haunted locales, armed with gadgets that detect movement, temperature changes and fluctuations in electromagnetic fields.

But even they’re skeptical. “It’s important to remember that it’s all fringe,” Weidman says. “Nothing can definitely say, ‘There’s a ghost next to me.’ ”

Nevertheless, they contend, people do have experiences that are hard to explain. “If you didn’t have a nose, you would have no idea what smell is,” Osbourne says. “So what’s to say that there’s some energy source out there that we just don’t know [how] to detect.”

24 Not Easily Spooked People Talk About The Creepy Event That They Still Can’t Explain Today By Dr. Dakota Fox

1.  Man Walking Toward My Office

I used to work at a place which required to be manned 24 hours a day. Reason being is that I handled sensitive documents/files and if somebody needed this information in the middle of the night I would have to fetch it for them (or confirm that I have it).

Anyways, security is kind of tight. Bars on windows, multiple locked doors to get to where I am. They would give me work to do during the night, but underestimated how quickly I could get it done. So like most nights, i finished my work in like 30 to 45 minutes and pulled out my phone and played games / Netflix browse reddit (since nobody else is in the building at night).

So now it is getting to be the last third of my shift when all of the sudden I hear a door close. I look to the security camera and see someone walking down a hall towards my room. At first I thought it was just somebody that came in (ridiculously) early, so I turn around and wait for them to come in. But nobody came in, and the hairs start rising on my back. Now, this isn’t a really big building so I figure I’ll find the guy wherever he is and start checking offices and storage rooms but come up empty handed, however i do see that a fire door had shut. I go to try and rewind the camera, but the digital recording is password protected and i don’t know the password. Anyways the whole thing freaked me out, the way the person was walking down the hallway, like a determined walk right to where I was.

So, I sit with my spine tingling for the last couple hours of my shift and finally people start coming in, my replacement shows up and I tell her what I saw and at this point I figured I must have imagined the whole thing. I’m told to go home and the manager and girl who replaced me would look over the camera. After getting home I call my manager and ask what was on the camera. So they said that the video showed the fire door closing but then the video froze for about an hour, the next thing it records is me reopening the door.

— trudenter

2. I wasn’t the only one to see him

This is actually my husband’s story. When he was in high school he and some of his friends had a campout at his friend’s aunt and uncle’s house in the country. They did the usual cooking out, putting up a tent, etc.

At some point during the night my husband went for a short walk near a small pond on the property to “take a leak”. As he was doing his business he looked up and saw a man walking around the edge of the pond towards him. He clearly saw this man, who was walking with his head down. He described him as wearing a red flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. He thought that was very strange that this guy was out walking around a pond in the country in the middle of the night so he “Hey man, what are you doing?” He didn’t get an answer and the guy kept walking past him and was now facing away when suddenly he just wasn’t there anymore.

My husband went and told his friends what happened. The boy whose relatives owned the property was shocked and immediately ran to the house and woke them up. He had my husband describe what he had seen. The boy’s aunt immediately starts to cry. She had been seeing this same guy in the house, sometimes standing at the foot of the bed, and her husband did not believe her. He had been accusing her of insanity and apparently they were at the brink of divorce from this issue. She was so relieved that someone had been able to validate what she had been experiencing.

— Lanaglugglug

3. The Easter Bunny

When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn’t tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn’t hide.

Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble. Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room.

To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes.

— hereholdmybeerdamnit

4. Why were they there?

I used to work the opening shifts at McDonald’s so I would get up at 3:30 am to get ready and get there on time. When I was in my kitchen having some cereal I looked out the window to see headlights pointing straight into the kitchen window at me. (it was on a cul-de-sac behind my house, no reason for anyone to be parked at that angle, especially that time in the morning.)

Whoever it was stayed there as long as I was in the kitchen with the lights on. As soon as I finished eating and turned the lights off to go get in my vehicle the car watching me backed up and started driving around to my house. When I got in my car this vehichle was driving past me incredibly slow (about 5mph) I have never been so afraid in my life.

— Reichelitis

5. My brother’s new (haunted) house

My house sitting story:

Two months after my brother and his wife bought a new house, they had to go out of town and needed their cats fed. Their house and my office are both a good drive from my apartment, but only a few minutes away from each other. My brother said if I wanted, I could just stay over in the guest room rather than driving among the three places. So I got the keys and instructions. I was staying there three nights: Mon-Wed.

Monday evening was uneventful until about midnight. I was lying on the living room couch, watching Conan, with a cat lying on my chest. I started to drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was standing in pitch black darkness. I completely freaked out, I had no idea where I was. I felt around in the dark and felt nothing. Finally I realized there actually was a faint blue light coming from above. I moved toward it and then understood where I was. I was in the fucking basement! The light was coming through the basement door at the top of the stairs, which leads to the kitchen. Just enough moonlight apparently made it through from a window elsewhere in the kitchen. I bolted up the stairs, turned on the kitchen light, and closed the basement door. I was terrified until I calmed down enough to come to the conclusion you probably already came to: I had sleepwalked all the way down the stairs (after opening the basement door, which I know was closed).

A couple things are important to the story. First, the basement. The house was very nice — actually, more than they should have been able to afford. The only exception was the basement. I had only seen the basement once, when I first got the tour. It was totally unfinished and was the one major thing they wanted to fix up. All they had down there was some boxes and the washer/dryer. I had no reason to want to go down there and had kind of forgotten it existed.

The other point is that sleepwalking is kind of a thing in my family, almost an inside joke. My brother talked in his sleep constantly, and would sleepwalk sometimes, and it always scared the hell out of me. The idea of people doing things in their sleep just creeps me out to the core (still does). My brother knew this and would tease me about it, so it was known in my family that I had this phobia. But as far as I know, I had never, ever sleepwalked until that night. The image kept playing in my mind, over and over, of me, asleep, getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen, opening the basement door, and shuffling down the stairs into total darkness. Creepy as all hell.

Anyway, I saw the TV was still on in the living room, playing Wedding Crashers. I watched the rest of the movie, trying to laugh and think of the sleepwalking as a funny story to tell my brother. When I went upstairs to go to sleep in the guest room, I stayed asleep. That was night one.

The next morning, in the light of day, it didn’t seem that scary. I texted my brother about it and joked around. All day I wasn’t bothered one bit. But as I’m walking out of my office to my car, I’m overcome with this sense of dread. All of a sudden, the thought of going to sleep in that house — and maybe sleepwalking again — is scaring me. So I had a plan. I stop at the hardware store and pick up one of those rubber door-stopper wedges. At the house, I jam this into the crack under the basement door, and kick it in until it’s as far as it can go. I test out trying to open the door, and it won’t budge. Perfect.

Later, I go upstairs and fall asleep. When I wake up, I swear to god I think I’m dreaming. I was standing in darkness again, but this time I know exactly where I am. The smell is the same. The concrete floor under my feet is the same. I look around for the light from upstairs, and it take me longer to find it because it’s farther away. Last night I was only a couple of feet from the stairs, this night it was maybe ten feet. I run up and turn on the kitchen lights. I see the rubber wedge on on the floor, a couple of feet away, as if tossed there. Again, I can’t stop picturing myself sleepwalking. Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, trying to open the basement door. Bending down and yanking out the wedge. And then, again, slowly down into the darkness.

I decided I was turning on the basement lights and they were staying on. I opened the door and flipped the switch to the basement stairway. I saw there was a main switch at the bottom of the stairs. To give you a quick sense of the layout, the staircase splits the basement into two parts. To the right is a small area with the washer/dryer, and to the left is the a big open area.

Anyway, I walked down and turned on the lights for the whole basement. That’s when I noticed something I hadn’t noticed when my brother gave me the tour. About 10-15 feet away, in the big area, there was a door to what looked like a small closet. This door was closed, but had no doorknob (just an empty hole), so it looked like it would freely swing open. I realized it was very close to where I had just awoken. Then a fucking freaky thought came to me: it was as if each night I was heading to the door, and getting a little farther each time before I woke up. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I booked it up the stairs again, left the lights on, and closed the door. I went up to the bedroom, but it took me forever to fall asleep. That was night two.

The next morning, Wednesday morning, I woke up late for work. I didn’t think about the basement at all because I was scrambling to get ready. At work though, I was still curious about what was behind the door, so I texted my brother and asked. He replied “wait….why were you in the basement?” I realized that when I texted him the day before, I never actually told him where I woke up. So I tell him I woke up in the basement, actually twice in a row.

After a while, he sends this novel-length text. About how the basement is creepy, not to go down there, etc. How they tried putting the litter boxes in the basement and the cats made a mess in the house because they refused to go down. How he volunteers to do every chore other than the laundry so he doesn’t have to go down there. He says all this stuff, and it’s surprising to me, because my brother never believed in the paranormal or superstitions, ever since we were kids. I also realize he never answered my question about the door, but I let it go.

After work, I get the same feeling of dread as I’m walking to my car. I really don’t want to stay there again, and I decide: fuck it, I don’t have to. So I go feed the cats, get my stuff, and drive back to my place. I’m supposed to feed the cats one more time, so I’ll stop over in the morning. As I went to sleep at my apartment, I was thinking of all the steps I would have to take to sleepwalk to the basement again — find my car parked around the block, drive asleep to my brother’s house, etc. But this time, I sleep through the night. That was night three.

Thursday morning, I stop at the house as planned. I’m about to leave when I remember that the basement lights are still on. I don’t even hesitate to go down to turn them off. There was something about being there in the morning that, at the time, made it seem fine. When I go down, again that door without a doorknob catches my eye, and it also doesn’t seem scary anymore. So, what the hell, let’s see. I walk over to it and I distinctly remember not feeling spooked at all. Until — I reach my hand toward the doorknob hole to pull it open. As soon as I do that, and I mean instantly, I feel this electric feeling, like the air before a storm, and I imagine a hand coming through that hole and grabbing mine. It was like 0 to 60, going from no fear to being certain that something horrible would happen if I opened that door. It’s hard to describe it other than that electric feeling. I booked it up the stairs and out of the house.

So, a month later, I meet my brother for happy hour. A few drinks in, we start joking about me sleepwalking and the creepy basement. I say he never answered me about what’s behind the door, and he says I don’t want to know. Joking at first, but then insisting. Finally he tells me, and I don’t believe him. He’s my big brother and has only bullshitted me about a million times in my life.

This was his explanation: the previous (and first) owners of the house had a teen daughter that used the basement as her bedroom. The door was to her closet, where one night she curled up, took some pills and killed herself. The family was going to remodel the basement, but after tearing it apart realized they couldn’t do it and had to move. That was why only the basement was unfinished, and why my brother was able to afford the place — the seller had to disclose a suicide happened in the residence. He said if I didn’t believe him, to look up the market values of the identical houses in his track (I know how much they paid for their house and it was way lower). He and his wife considered themselves rational people and figured it was a bargain, but didn’t want to tell anyone. After they moved in, his wife was fine with the basement, but he grew to hate it. He apologized for not saying anything to me before I stayed there, but he never thought I’d have any reason to go down there.

Now here’s what that convinced me. I said “Okay, the only thing that makes me kind of believe you is that the last morning I was there, I went over to the closet door” — and at this point, I see my brother’s face change — and I continued: “when I went to open it, the air felt like–” and at the same instant, I say “electricity” and my brother says “electric.” At the same exact time. I saw his face and knew he was telling the truth.

I’ve never stepped foot again in that basement, and I haven’t sleepwalked since.

— Orange_Kid

6. I wasn’t the only one who saw it…

When I was around 5 years old, I woke up and saw a glowing white manlike silhouette pacing back and fourth down the hallway, but kind of gliding. Freaked me the fuck out and I thought I was having a nightmare or something.

I told my parents about it the next day, and my mom got a really weird look on her face – my brother had seen and told her about the exact same thing 2 weeks before, and I hadn’t know about it. Still weirds me out.

— GoodVyybes

7. “Can I, can I…piss with you?”

Me and few friends were playing in the woods about 6 of us around 10 years old. Some how a piss break came up and suddenly we were all pissing on trees. Well out of now where some super sketchy guy appears and asks to join us in pissing on trees. He was so distant and creepy and seemed to creep up from no where.

I just screamed and all my buddies screamed and we just ran to where our bikes were, near the road sure enough he was there too and just casually getting back in to a rusty old van. He seemed so emotionless and cool and the epitome of a sketchy scraggily character.

— gn3xu5

8. I didn’t give them my name!

Last year I was shopping and when I got out of the car at Target I found a wallet. I picked it up and took it in to customer service. I didn’t open it or anything. I do my shopping, dilly dally around, go to another store, and then end up at the grocery store.

I again take my sweet time there. I’m checking out and this lady walks up to me and says, “Did you find my wallet? I got a call that you found my wallet. Thank you” and hands me a $20. I was so caught off guard and confused because I wasn’t even at Target anymore, I didn’t give my name, and she walked up to me so sure that I found her wallet.

— nobedtime12

9. The door opened, then quietly closed

I watched a door that purposely opened and closed while I was in a house all alone. There were no drafts or breezes, all windows were shut. There was no earthquake, nothing. Something fucking opened that door and quietly closed it. Like a ghost peeped into the room I was in and respectfully noped on out once it saw I was undressed.

— Juan_Cocktoasten

10. Cry for help…from who? No idea.

I got a phone call around 2am from a private number, I answered it and a low voice told me the needed help, was on the bathroom floor too sick to move.

I thought it was my brother, so I rushed over to his house and he had no clue what I was talking about. We then both called all the rest of our family to try to find who needed help. No one did. I hope whoever called me that night got the help they needed.

— wellmaybeanyway

11. Phone calls from the dead

My patient died on the wing I work on. She was terminal but not expected to go immediately. She was going to a facility with hospice, after a fairly long battle with cancer. She was scheduled to go early the next morning, husband had plans on meeting her there – everything was sat up. She was in good spirits, her assessment was fine. Took her medications and said she was going to watch the news then take a nap.

An hour later I go to check on her, I’m quietly checking her IV, making sure her stuff is in reach, move her table and then notice she was gone. Sitting up, holding on to the side rail. She honestly looked like she was sleeping, but no heart beat and no respirations. Most of the time when people expire their mouth drops open and it’s very obvious. With her? Nope. I had to call a co-worker to confirm. I was expecting a wake up, but she was gone.

Attempted to contact her husband who I couldn’t reach and started the paperwork, in addition to attending to my other patients.

Few minutes later, I’m by the central desk and someone asks, “Where were you?” And I told them I was giving medication down the hall. I see two of the other nurses exchange looks, but nurses are weird and since they didn’t elaborate I continue on my nightly duties.

I’m at the very end of the hall doing some patient education and the charge nurses comes and gets me. I assume the husband is calling back, but that wasn’t the case.

Apparently, has I have been caring for my other patients at the opposite end of the ward there have been phone calls coming out of the deceased patients room to the central station. Several of them, no answer, just breathing.

I mean, this has to be a prank right? Phone rings, I look and see the patients room number on caller ID. I walk in the room. Phone is neatly on the bedside table, TV is off, and deceased patient looks like she is napping. I check the bathroom, it’s empty. “I’m going to leave the door open, half-way,” I say as I leave the room.

No more phone calls. But the next hour, alarms go off in empty rooms, call lights come on for patients that can’t move, an important piece of equipment died, and the dementia patient keeps complaining about the other patient that keeps coming into her room (loosely fitting the description of the deceased).

Husband FINALLY comes to the unit, because he knew why I was calling. He spends a few minutes with her and when he comes out of the room he finds me and says, “She told me this morning she didn’t ever want to go to a nursing home.”

Well, I guess she meant it.

After that, everything returned to normal. Well, normal as far as hospitals go.

— misstatements

12. Heard something from the shower…

A two-fer, many years apart at the same apartment.

Young teen me. I never had much of a rebellious side to me, but my parents didn’t want me in their bathroom when they weren’t home. They, however, had a fantastic shower, as compared to the leaky PoS I was stuck with. We’d had a minor spat this particular morning and they left to “clear their heads.” That meant it was time to use the fancy shower.

“Home alone” extravagances are set pretty low when you’re poor.

Anyway, they’d been gone about half an hour, then I hear my dad stomp-run into their room. He slammed his keys down, checked the answering machine, and I knew he had to have been pissed so I called out “My shower drain was leaking again. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.” Stomp-run to the bathroom door, then it just stops. I called out to him and he starts jiggling and turning the handle like crazy. The door wasn’t locked and he wasn’t an invalid at all. So I stepped out, wrapped a towel around me, and began saying “What the hell?” as I opened the door. I opened it mid shake, watching the knob turn, and there was no one on the other side. I ran through the apartment, saw that we still had a message, and the front door was still locked. Parents came home two hours later.

The other one was a happy creepy about ten years later. I had a cat I adopted that was a real bastard. He would hiss, bat, and claw if you were lucky, bite if you weren’t. Or… if you weren’t me. He loved me. He’d frequently attack my family members then hide in my lap and go to sleep. He had a long battle against stomach cancer and he finally passed. By the time he passed, it was just my mom and I left in the apartment and she, in her own way, missed him.

About two weeks go by and I’m up late one night on WoW. I saw my cat walk down the hallway so I instinctively reached down to pick him up to my lap (towards the end he could barely move his hips), then I felt really, really incredibly sad knowing that clearly he wasn’t there. That was enough to get me to log off for the night. A few seconds after I laid down, I felt a cat kneading right behind my back (I’m a side sleeper). I figured it was my brain messing with me due to tiredness. When I woke up, there was a little indentation on my blanket and a spot that was about 15 degrees hotter than the rest of my bed.

I like to think it was him. He was a mean little bastard, but I hope he was happy with me.

— thelaw316

13. “Dream Hangovers”

I frequently wake up in the middle of the night with hallucinations that take a minute or two to die off. It’s usually something like pumpkin sized spider on the ceiling or a hooded figure in my doorway, but sometimes it gets really strange. One time it was a nest of hornets flying around my room attacking me, which I flipped my shit during waking up the neighbors.

I just think of them as dream hangovers, and I’m sure there is a psychological explanation, but I don’t know it.

— 91Bolt

14. Woman crying in my room

When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I stayed up sort of late. When I got to bed, i was still feeling restless. I pulled all of my blankets around me and tucked myself against the wall (my twin bed was flush with the wall). I was in bed awake for probably an hour when I started hearing a rather unsettling noise. Muffled crying. I focused on it, hoping it was my imagination or I was asleep.

After a few minutes I needed to see what it was. I turned around in bed to see a woman in a dress standing at the far side of my room, crying into her hands. Her hair was matted and her clothes tattered. Oh and she was about 7 or 8 feet tall, crammed under the ceiling. After a few seconds she looks up at me and screams, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. She made eye contact with me, turned around and walked through the wall. I stayed awake that night.

— Coolman_Express

15. “I never felt comfortable in the woods after that.”

This isn’t a story about ghostly figures or haunted houses or whatever. It’s about living in a place for 10 years and feeling that place abruptly turn on you. Places have feels to them, the country around you has it’s own feel that you get used to.

I used to live on an old Southern plantation turned horse farm. It was over 1000 acres of mostly woods or pastures. One day I was walking/exploring with my dogs down one of the horse trails in the woods about 20 minutes away from the house and decided to randomly go off trail.

Like, 90 degree turn, climb down into a spring, then up under an ancient barbwire fence and wander along for a while until I found 2 large limestone caves directly across from each other. Both entrances were blocked by a bunch of rocks haphazardly stacked on top of each other. But they weren’t entirely blocked.

I really, really wanted to go inside but common sense told me I didn’t have a phone, nobody knew where the fuck I was, what if a snake bit me or I broke a leg on the rocks, etc. So I just looked around the caves and found this awesome as fuck old knife that looked like someone had carved it from a deer horn.

As soon as I picked up the knife, it was like the woods changed. If you’ve ever lived out in the country for a long time in the same place, you get a feel for it. My dogs got closer and clung to me. I felt distinctly unwelcome. I put down the knife but that horrible feeling kept up until I was totally out of the woods and almost home again.

I never felt comfortable alone in those woods after that. It was like one moment I’m happy and exploring, the next I’m being watched by someone who very much hates my guts. I’m sure it could be explained as nerves or whatever, but I looked for the caves later but never found them, despite knowing exactly where I left the trail.

I know that feeling of connection with a land. I used to be able to wake up and go outside and know immediately if something was wrong– a sick horse, a loose horse, people hunting on our land, etc. Nothing I can explain, just a feeling. Whatever I felt when I picked up that knife, it was really, really hostile. That’s probably my most unexplained experience.

— emptysee

16. Text from the future

About 8 years ago I got a text from my own phone number with a bunch of untypeable symbols from New Year’s Day several years in the future. Still don’t know wtf that was.

— TheGreyStranger

17. Would-be attacker skulks around my house

This only happened a couple of months ago but is definitely the creepiest thing I have ever experienced.

My mum and step-dad had gone on a holiday to the US for three months and I was home by myself. I had a friend come over for dinner and just a general hang out and she didn’t have her license yet so I had to drive her home.

It’s around 11:30pm when I get home, pull into the driveway as the roller door is opening. I just happened to glance out my window and there is this guy standing right there (right there as in could reach out and open my car door). I freak out speed into the garage so fast and start closing the roller door. While it’s closing the slowest it’s ever taken to close I look in my revision mirror and this guy is walking UP MY DRIVE WAY. He has clearly deviated from a normal route and is walking towards my garage. The door closed just in time, I swear.

I make a mad dash from my car through the connecting room into the house. The connecting room has two windows that don’t have curtains on and the guy is standing right the fuck there at these windows. I wasn’t gonna hang around and see if he cared for a cup of tea. Locked the house up and grab my dogs and try and reason that I was just overreacting when I hear the gate to the back side of my house bang and I don’t remember locking it so any Tom, Dick, and Harry could walk in. Now this is middle of winter in Australia and it’s raining and cold so the last thing I want to do is go out there and possibly get killed. So I just huddle up and pretend like nothing is happening (probably the dumbest move and in hindsight should have called my dad who lives 5 minutes away). I am literally thinking dumb ass white girl that gets her ass handed to her in horror movies.

Fast forward through a pretty much sleepless night to be greeted with this news report. I am not kidding you when I say that this is literally down the road. This is a 2 minute walk from my house. Half an hour after all that shit went down at my house. Weird shit kept happening for the next couple of nights like the power to the lights being shut off from the breaker box (not tripping!!!). I called my dad around for that because I wasn’t going to be that stupid.

— Abbee96

18. Weird phone calls from no-one (or are they?)

My friend (let’s call him Jake), from time to time would tell us about how he’d often hear his home phone ringing early in the morning, always at around 5am-ish. And how it would wake him up, only to ring for about 4 or so times before it would stop. He said it freaked him out because he couldn’t imagine who would be calling at that time and why they would suddenly just stop (also how it pissed him off that he was then just awake). I’d assure him it was probably some automated scam call trying to sell some crap or something.

A couple of weeks would go by, and then Jake would tell me again about the phone ringing early in the morning. He’d make it clear that it couldn’t be his Mum or Dad, because they were in bed. Fair enough.

A relevant point to Jakes story is that he had a disabled younger brother, let’s call him Dale. When I’d come round to hang out, Dale would always be with us and he was great, he just wasn’t really able to communicate with you, he just kind of made noises. We’d throw something on the TV, hang out and eat cereal or something.

Anyway, about the 6th time Jake complained to me about this phone thing, he said he actually managed to pick it up this time. I remember what he said ”It’s just a constant buzzing sound. I picked it up, held my breath and listened. Sounded like tv static or something” This kind of confirmed our suspicion that it was an automated call. I said if he’d listened any longer it would have probably kicked in and the voice trying to get you to throw your card details in would have blurred out. He put it down though apparently.

Literally the next day he said it happened again, but before he picked it up it had already stopped ringing. He picked it up anyway, hoping to get the callers number and realised the call was still live. The same buzzing noise, but he heard someone else on the line, shuffling around and breathing. Jake said he pretty much shit himself, proceeded to hold his breath again and just listened. Said he’d never been more freaked out in his life. Said he listened for a good 15 minutes, and came to realise that it must be Dale that had picked up the phone before him and was kinda talking to the buzzing noise.

Apparently the buzzing would sound out for about 30 seconds or so and then Dale would make the most intelligible (that the right word?) sounds he’d heard Dale make, almost as if he was responding coherently. After Dale would do this, Jake said the buzzing stopped for a second or so and then would sound out for about 30 seconds, repeating the process. This went on for about 15 minutes before Jake said he went in to Dales room and put the phone down.

We think Dale must have been picking up the phone and doing this every time Jake heard it ring. Jakes never heard Dale sound so coherent before and hasn’t since. The phone calls have stopped now.

— RustyRon

19. Lady in the pink dress

My friends and I were visiting a graveyard a couple blocks away from home on Halloween, because why not? There is a building that restaurants have been going in and out of for years and none seem to stay open for long. The graveyard is basically this places ‘backyard’. On that night for some reason the lights were on in the building and there was a lady in a pink dress standing in the window just staring at us.

There was no restaurant open in there at that time. We all kind of booked it and this lady followed us from window to window like she was gliding, not walking, which made us completely book it. We ran as fast as we could down the road and there is a segment without windows for her to follow which direction exactly we went but by the time we got to the next set of windows running full speed she was standing there already, watching in our direction. We never made that trip again.

— SJMoore86

21. We both remembered him later…

When my brother and I were around 4/5 we lived in a house that was about 100yrs old. One day we were walking up the stairs when we saw a tall man in a black coat and top hat walk into the living room which was to the left of the bottom of the stairs. A bit freaked out we thought our dad was pranking us so called out for him. Shit.

Both parents came out of the kitchen (opposite side of the stairs and isolated from the living room). I hadn’t thought about it for a long time and we never spoke about it. Then about a month ago, my daughter asked if I believed in ghosts so I told her the story. Literally seconds later my phone bleeps. It was my brother saying “I was just talking to (partner) about paranormal shit, do you remember the guy in the top hat?.”

— Swallows84

22. What was that on the TV?

Was watching tv in my old house when the show cut out and blue screen appeared with text on the bottom that read “help me. Can you help me?” I don’t know if it was the dialog from the show without the picture or whatever but it was creepy and I got right out of there

— letsgetlostbye

23. Something literally saved my unit’s life

On deployment in Afghanistan

So I was pulling watch at our FOB in the middle of the night sitting there looking into a dark valley. Well on this one I managed to fall asleep (Oh nooooo, Happens more than you think). I woke up due to something hitting me right in the face, almost like a hand slapping me, been slapped a few times and it felt exactly the same as that. I look around and there is nothing around that would of caused that. Not 10 seconds later I can see about 20 dudes making their way up from the valley to our FOB. Woke up the other dudes that were sleeping right next to me and fought off the insurgents with our buddies waking up to the firefight.

To this day I have no idea what smacked me in the face to wake me up and saved our lives.

— UsmcFatManBear

24. Very creepy coincidence

After my grandmother died, my family performed this ritual (as per tradition). Essentially, you create a shrine for the deceased. For the first 7 days following the death, at 7 p.m., you remain silent for one hour to allow the spirit of the deceased to return and say their goodbyes. During the last day, a glass vase which was right next to the shrine fell and shattered while we were sitting silently in the adjacent room. We were all a little on edge, esp. since the vase had been there for years, seemed secure, and all the windows were closed.

At any rate, after the silent hour had passed we called my aunt who was doing the same ritual at her house. She said that the strangest thing had happened – they were all upstairs in the same room during the silent hour when one the doors downstairs had slammed shut. They checked and the house was closed up (no windows open, exterior doors locked) and they couldn’t figure out what had happened. Also, when they went downstairs all of the doors – except the locked front and garage doors – were still open. They’d had the house for over a decade and nothing like that had happened before.

I’m not saying something supernatural happened that night, but it sure was a creepy coincidence.

— Mustang_Gold