Ghost Stories / Scary Stories

magicarts

When DVT (my clan) first started we had a member called woodchuck, he was pretty decent, but had alot of paranormal activities going on in his life, he told us that his dad was possessed by a demon and that he bought a box to talk to spirits. Later he told us that his dad was burning the box and that a exorcist was coming to his house. We never heard from woodchuck again... true story.

I also had some weird stuff happen in my life too: seeing a ghost at nine and one with chains, being awake and seeing figures step on me and a guy dragging me into a light and having voices in my head.

Also i hear REALLY HEAVY BREATHING when i play cf on all modes. Is that supposed to happen?

Life is weird. Definitely.

ZeroCalories

One day, I was going to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, and saw a shadow moving on the wall through the blinds. Like the blinds on the window. Light created by street lights. I waited 5 seconds and saw the shadow more clearly. It was a person. It was little. It was dancing. Like how irish people dance. I was so freaked out that I had to stay up to fall asleep. Other times I would hear foot steps from my basement.

D1G1TS

When I was younger, I had an opened mind and believed mostly anything I heard or saw.

I lived in a house that was built in 1982 that was used for homeless miners to have shelter and food before work, etc. We moved in when I was about 7, and we lived there for a good 4-5 years, was happy and very satisfied to have a comfy home, and a complete family.

A couple years later, my grandpa past away - and this is where it begins, I had my first encounter with a spirit, soul or the "devil".

It was a Friday night after a long day a school, and still upset of my grandpa's death. I went to sleep as always, and I would leave my bathroom light on because I was scared of the dark, but my brother always complained about it so I let him shut it off for once. I slowly closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. During, or after.. I wake up to the bathroom light on, and it was late at night because everyone was sleeping and it was pitch dark out with barely any moon light. I got up to use the washroom as any young boy would if they had to, and jumped back into bed. I kept staring into the bathroom, because the light comforted me and it always gave me a positive feeling that the light would keep me safe, but suddenly the light f******ed on and off a couple times, and went off...

My stomache cramped, but I thought the power went off because I storm recently passed - but I looked to the VCR connected to my TV and it was on so the power didnt go out. I kept looking at the outline of the door frame to the bathroom, and saw.. a tall figure swift across the door, and again.. and again.. It was as if it was taunting me to tell me it was there. I kept staring deeply at the door frame, thinking I was dreaming or it was just my imagination.. then the light came on and nothing was there. I looked towards my brother in the other bed.. but he wasn't there.

I felt like getting up to go get my parents, but the light went off again.. but this time I didn't see a figure, I saw a 'rotten', demented hand that grab the side of the door frame, exactly where I was looking before.. It has stomache aching finger nails, that were long and chipped.. but it was a human hand. It was scary, but no movement like.. I just sat their frozen.

The light again, came back on.. and a figure of a man in a white suit came to appear.. his face was shadowed, so I couldn't really see it - but his nose was rather big, and stuck out. He kept his head in my direction, making it look like he was looking at me.. He slowly started to creep up to my door, and this is where I started to react, it didn't even feel like a dream.. I could feel my blankets, my heart pounding and a hard feeling in your stomache when your scared. I hid under my blankets, like any other child would do.. after a few minutes I looked back up and nothing was there.

It was still night time, and my brother was back in his bed but the bathroom door was closed.. and there was no light on. I was scared of the dark, so I started to feel unsafe.. I tried to close my eyes slightly, and put my head back to relax but then I heard deep, unsettling breathing at the end of my bed.. I peeked a bit with my eye opening, and saw nothing. I screamed.. for a very long time, taking breaths and just screaming, feeling helpless. Two hands came up, and gripped my feet tightly, and the figures head came up, and this time I saw his face.. He had horns, and his skin had a red touch, but a shade of brown. He gripped my ankles, and pulled me down to him feircly and I screamed and swatted him.. I actually felt the texture of his white suit.. as if It was real. I kept on swatting him, as if I was an insane.. or like you would if someone was trying to steal you in the bright of day - and his nails cut my ankles and made my scream, making my cry at the same time. He grabbed my arms, and put his knees on my legs so I couldn't exactly attack him, or run away. He starred at me with white, and black narrow eyes as if he wanted to kill me..

He came close to my face, neck to neck - and starred at me more. He grinned, he had sharpe white teeth, very white.. nothing you would expect from a 'monster' in my words but it still scared me. He looked at me still, and yelled.. "GET OUT!". The words were screetched, and high.. but faded and kept repeating.. "get out.. get out.. now!" He slowly let go of me, and layed me back in my bed and starred at me once more.

He came close to me one more time.. and said "Get out, all of you.. or Ill make sure you will, and kill you". He said it in a calm voice, but you could sense it was serious. He looked at my ankles, where he cut me when I hit him, and laughed and picked me up with full force, and actually slammed me to my bed, hitting my head off the head frame.. I believe I got knocked out.

I woke up to my alarm, in my bed.. sleeping as I was the other night. My brother was looking at me, then down to my bed, then back to me. He just starred as if he saw a ghost, infact as if he was scared. He got up, and ran to my mom and came back with her before I could even get off my bed. I felt a sharp pain in my ankles, like they were hurting from a long time of standing on them, so I looked down and I had dry blood on my sheets, and my ankle had scratches.. rapid scratches. I screamed for my mother, and she took me and comforted me and asked what I did to myself, I told her about the dream, but she thought I was crazy, and thought I did it to myself. She also realised my head had a 'goose egg' or a big bump, and I told her he slammed me down and hit my head.

After the day of staying home from school, and watching TV and such. Forgetting about it, night time came again.

I fell asleep again, and something happened differently this time. I woke up, but the room was arranged against the door with furniture, even my brothers bed with him in it. I looked around, and saw the same figure holding a body.. which looked like a adult woman.. and then realised it was my mom. She has sleeping for some reason, but he put her up straight, and actually slit her throat.. and made me watch.

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I dont really remember much, except for waking up - and telling my mom. My mom actually had a scratch on the side of her neck, but not completly.. but she thinks its from a bush she was walking through.. but I think different. I told her the whole story, and we moved to a house down the round, but it continued.

Im not going to explain anymore, but this was my experiences with the 'super natural' or spirits from other places. Not alot of people believe me, but this is for me, and me only.

Sorry its so long, but thought it should be written and I have alot of time.

Think I'm crazy?