For most of us, our home is our sanctuary, the place where we can escape from the outside world and relax and recharge. Unfortunately, some of us live in homes that can be quite the opposite of relaxing. Sometimes we find that there are other “things” sharing our space.
The people in the stories below have lived in some creepy and even terrifying homes. Imagine hearing your name being whispered, or seeing family members at your house who turn out to not actually be at home, or having your children talk about their conversations with “Mr. Longneck.”
Check out these spooky stories!
45. The Boy Named Kevin
So two weeks before we moved, my dad and I toured our house and I noticed this guy was painting the water heater, which I thought was weird but I was like 10, so whatever. Anyway, we moved in on a Wednesday and my parents let me stay home from school until the following Monday and preoccupied me with coloring books and a new dollhouse. In my brand new crayons pack, there literally wasn’t a blue crayon, like it was a 64 pack but there were only 63 crayons in it. One day, I went downstairs into the basement and my blue crayon was next to the hot water heater and scribbled on there it said, “Hi (my name) —Kevin” I was so confused. I started school and my new classmates were like, “Omg! Do you live in Kevin’s house?! Your house is gonna be haunted!!” It turned out that Kevin was a little 8-year-old boy that lived in our house prior to us and he got hit by a car in the front yard. He would write notes if you left out a pen and paper, open and close doors, adjust the thermostat (the kind where you had to turn a knob), and always turn on Christmas music when it was that time of year. We had a swing set in the backyard and even on the hottest, calmest days of summer, only the left swing would be moving back and forth.
We had this cat that I would lock in my bedroom at night and every morning. My parents would open the door and let him out, then close it back. One night, I woke up and the cat was meowing at the door and it woke me up, but the door opened and the cat hissed and ran out really fast. I asked my mom the next morning why they didn’t close my door and they said they didn’t open it. The last story: During Christmas break, when I was very depressed and about to end my life, a policeman just randomly showed up at my house. The policeman said he was patrolling our neighborhood and felt like something was wrong at our house. I’m absolutely certain Kevin had something to do with it.
44. It’s The Same Guy
My sister and then four-year-old niece moved into a townhouse apartment complex (my niece is 14 now and still remembers this vividly). She ran into my sister’s room not long after screaming about the man in her room yelling at her. My sister jumped out of bed and searched around for anyone or anything out of place and found nothing. The doors and windows were still locked. It happened a couple more times over the next few nights. My niece didn’t want to sleep there and wouldn’t go into her room, etc.
So my sister was chatting with one of the other moms at the complex playground one day and the other lady mentioned how creepy the incident was considering that a guy that overdosed in that apartment a few years back. (Apparently, his son’s room was now my niece’s room). So my mom does some digging and found the guy’s name, which leads to his obituary. She pulled up the picture from the obituary and called my niece into the computer room. She got half a step into the room when she saw the photo on the monitor and ran out screaming about the man. We have absolutely no explanation as to how she recognized this guy’s picture.
43. Mr. Longneck
These events have occurred only in the house my husband and I bought in June of 2017, which was built in the 1920s. So, my three-year-old daughter says creepy stuff about a guy called Mr. Longneck. This started n October of 2017. I was laying her down for bed, in the dark, with only moonlight lighting the bedroom. She pointed across the room and asked, “Mom, who’s that guy?” I looked for a toy or something she could be referring to but saw nothing, so I asked, “What guy, honey?” She responded that he was “right there” and gestured toward the closed bedroom door. Still curious, I asked her what he was doing, in case I could piece together some recent episode of pretend play or a toy she commonly talked about. She said he was hiding. I asked if he was scared. She said, “No, he’s hiding.” CREEPY. During this whole exchange, she was calm and chipper, not scared. What made it strange was that she was two at that time and didn’t really engage in pretend play or storytelling at that point, and as I mentioned, no toys were in sight. My daughter also has this weird thing where she likes touching necks. Sometimes it’s cuddly, sometimes it’s when she’s playing. We can’t really explain it other than kids do weird stuff sometimes, and it started before we moved into this house. Anyway, another time, she was getting put down for a nap and was a little high strung. She was doing her usual neck-grabbing thing and suddenly did it a little tougher than usual (but not enough to hurt), and said in a growly voice, “Mr. Longneck. Mr. Longneck!” I had never heard her use this name and it isn’t a character in any YouTube or Netflix show she watches, so I asked who Mr. Longneck was. She just kind of giggled it off and was asleep 10 minutes later. This was when I started getting creeped out a bit by her stories.
One day, though, after a few more references to Mr. Longneck, I just decided to ask her about it. I said, “Can you tell me about Mr. Longneck?” She then says that he comes to our house at nap time. He knocks on our big door (patio door) and walks through the kitchen. These were her exact words and while she was telling me this, she was pointing a path from the door to one of our living room windows. I asked what he says or does, and among a few things, she mentioned he played in the kitchen with her with the “spinny cow toy.” This is one of those fisher price pull string farm toys. She NEVER plays with it, and I rarely see it and have never seen it in the kitchen. I also asked if he ever brought a friend and she said, “Yup, he brings a friend; she is a little girl, not a grown-up, and has yellow hair like me.” She is never scared of these talks, although she withdraws from the conversation when I ask about his neck and why it is long. We HAVE saged the house, but quite a while ago and plan to do it again. I think we will probably also get rid of the old items from the walls after we find out more about them, which is sad because it’s the home’s history.
42. Knock Knock!
One recurring incident involved hearing the voices of my family members who weren’t home. Sometimes, I would wake up to hear my parents fighting, or my brother and one of my parents, but would find myself home alone when I went to check. One time was different, though. I was brushing my teeth with the bathroom door shut when I heard one knock and my dad saying my name in a strange and teasing voice. When I opened the door, he wasn’t there, and when I asked my mom where he was, she said he’d went out to work hours ago (he was a lineman with crazy hours). I went back to the bathroom and almost right after I shut the door again, I heard more knocking. I didn’t open the door at that time.
I told my friends when I was a preteen that my house was haunted, and when they stayed over they would always see for themselves. One of my skeptical friends saw a shadow person watching her from the staircase. Another was up late with me and heard banging in the kitchen and when we came out, every cabinet was open. One friend never returned to my house because of this one particular incident — we were in the kitchen and heard distinct knocking on the outside of the house, about 10 feet up from the ground out there. When we went to follow the noise, it was returned with knocking inside, then more knocking outside, then knocking inside again in a line towards the room we were sleeping in. When we cracked open the door to peek in, every shade and curtain blew open violently. We didn’t sleep in there, and her mom told my mom the next day that her daughter would not be coming back to our haunted house. That was the day my mom admitted that she’d had strange experiences as well.
41. The Clone House
I lived in a house that seemed to be haunted by “doppelgangers.” Every event that happened never involved some mysterious figure, but a known person being in a place where they should not have been. I was a teenager at that time, and I was instant messaging my girlfriend at that time with my webcam turned on. I had the viewer up so that I could see myself on the webcam. Behind me, there was the stairs leading up (left of camera view) and the entrance to the living room (right of camera view). My younger sister would typically fall asleep every night on the couch in front of the TV and make her way up to bed in the middle of the night. At one point in my webcam view, I saw my sister leave the living room and go up the stairs. The thing that struck me as odd was that I didn’t hear anything. It was an older Victorian house, so the wooden floor and stairs were loud as heck. Without saying anything to my girlfriend, I got up and looked into the living room and there was my sister passed out on the couch. I sat back down and asked my girlfriend if she had seen anything on my camera. She said, “Yeah, I just saw your sister go upstairs.”
And one time, my family was all getting ready to go somewhere. I was sitting in the car with my mom and we were waiting for my sister who was still in the house. After a bit, she comes out and gets in the car and just looks at me like and said, “What the?!” I ask her what’s wrong and she says that just before she walked out of the house she thought I was still inside so she yelled up the stairs, “Hey bro, we’re leaving!” and apparently “I” yelled back, “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute!”
40. My Son’s Playmate
My father-in-law died before my son was born, so he never met him. When we moved into our new home, my son would often be laughing in the middle of the night by himself. No biggie, kids will play with anything.
One day, we were finally putting pictures up in the house and once I put up the picture of my father-in-law, and he said, “Oh mommy, why do you have a picture of the man that comes and play with me at night?” He had never ever seen a picture of my father-in-law before.
My ex-wife was staying at her grandparents’ house which used to be a church. All the cousins have stories from this place, but my wife’s was an especially odd one. They were all listening to the radio one night when the window drapes started moving a lot and nothing but static started coming from the radio. The girls freaked out and started screaming.
As soon as they started screaming, it stopped and a voice came out of the radio saying, “Sorry to have bothered you, I’ll leave you alone now…” The drapes went back in place and the music came back on.
38. The Dancing Feet
Many different things have happened but this one sticks out the most. It was my mom who had it happen, not myself directly. Backstory: The house we lived in was photographed in the 1860s and the photo was in a book in the local library. It was shown to be one of the first houses to have a radio and some sort of headphone device on top of someone’s head.
The story: I go on my merry way to school one day. My mom is home alone cleaning up after breakfast not too long after I leave. So she is doing her thing when she begins to hear music upstairs. She thinks to herself that I had left the radio on. She is pissed because we are poor and try to save every penny we can on our electric bill. She gets to the top of the stairs which has an open railing. She looks to the right, and there is a pair of legs standing there tapping feet to the music. She didn’t even stay to look up for a body. As she turned to get the heck out of there, the music stopped and the legs began to turn to her. My mom made me sleep with her for like a week. I was 15 at that time.
37. The Little Girl
When I was about eight or nine years old, I had a TV stand in front of my window. The lights from the street always were on so in the dark I could easily make out the outline of where my TV was. I started seeing a shadowy figure of a girl standing right next to my TV. I could make out her figure so clearly — hair and everything. I spent nights just looking at her. I couldn’t even sleep. One night, I got sick of it and threw a pillow at her. As soon as I did, I put my head under the other pillow. I gave it a couple of minutes and looked up and she was right next to me at the edge of my bed. I screamed so loud and my parents came in and turned on the lights.
A few days later, my little sister told me that she has been seeing a little girl in her room. I never told my little sister about my experience prior to that. So weird.
36. Talking To A Stranger
When I was younger, me and my sister used to share a room (we lived in a two-bedroom apartment and my parents slept in the other room). My dad used to leave for work at 3 am and me and my sister would usually wake up to go sleep in my parents’ room with my mom. We would always wake each other up and go together because we were scared of going alone in the dark; the way the apartment was set up the rooms were at opposite ends of the apartment so you had to cross the entire apartment in the dark to get to my parents’ room. Well, when I woke up I saw my sister sleeping and decided to go use the restroom then come back and wake her up so we could go. As I was using the restroom, she came in and asked me if I was ready; I told her yeah let me just go grab my pillow real quick.
When I came back, she wasn’t in the restroom anymore so I just figured she went without me, and sure enough when I get to my parents’ room she was already there sleeping. So in the morning, I was fighting with her because she left me (I was terrified of walking through the apartment alone, it just always felt off somehow) and my mom overheard and told me that she had taken her (my sister) to the room at like 11 pm because she was sick and she wanted to make sure she was okay. My sister hadn’t left the room all night. To this day, I still wonder who or what I talked to that night.
35. Welcome To The Family
We moved from the US to the UK and our parents bought an old beat-up house. It still had lead pipes for the water. Nightmare all on its own. Anyway, work proceeded on the house whilst we lived there. We started seeing bright lights in the corners of the rooms at night and footsteps on floorboards (the house had carpet.) I was about six at that time and started getting woken up in the night by a little girl, who would dance on my chest of drawers for me. I was freaking terrified. My mom just fobbed it off as me dreaming. The workmen complained of strange things happening like tools being moved and an odd feeling like they were being watched.
After about a year of this, my eldest sister’s friend stayed overnight. She woke the whole house up screaming, saying a little girl had been in her room and she had apparently pulled her from the bed. The friend left the house and refused to ever come back. My mom decided she might need to do something about it and got some advice. The man she talked to suggested that my mom and the whole family should treat the presences as part of the family. So when we got home, we shout, “Hi we’re home, did you have a good day?” Over time the house settled and we didn’t get any more trouble. We also found out a little girl died in the house of asthma. My parents still live there and it is a beautiful homey place now.
34. Hey Soul Sister
We rented an old house temporarily because it was cheaper and just a few blocks away is my husband’s workplace. One night, my husband and I were in bed. My son was in his room right down the very small hallway, fast asleep. We had a baby monitor because he was on oxygen and therefore on a pulse ox monitor so I wanted to be able to hear his alarm go off. My husband and I were laying in bed together. We usually talk for a while and then say our good nights and fall asleep.
On this particular night we say goodnight, and not even five minutes later we both hear, clear as day, a little girl laughing in the baby monitor. My husband jumped up out of bed ready to kick some butt. But I already knew no one was there. I was stunned. Literally. I couldn’t move until finally, I fell asleep. I do not miss that place.
33. 3 A.M. Horror
I lived in a big 1840s colonial house with three of my friends for a while. It was set back in 80+ acres of state wildlife property and it was a gorgeous house. The bedrooms were all upstairs and all lined up down the hall. Our third night in the house, right about 30 minutes after we had all sort of called it a night, my doorknob rattled like someone was fiddling with it. Then I heard the door next to mine rattle, and the next, and the next, all the way down the hall one at a time. The next morning, one of my housemates asked why I was messing with the doors since she had asked the two guys in the house and neither of them knew what she was talking about.
One night, I woke up with an intense urge to get out of bed, like my brain screaming at me to get up. I laid still for a while thinking maybe I had been woken up by a noise but it was around 3 am and dead quiet. I went into the hallway and as soon as I walked out into the hall all of my roommates opened their doors and came out too. We were all woken up but no one heard anything, and they had the same urgent get up feeling I did. We just shrugged and went back to sleep. Weird things would happen there. Strange objects would show up in the basement or crawlspace, like old suitcases or a kids rocking chair, once a vase, just random stuff. You would occasionally hear footsteps running down the bedroom hall and down the stairs if you were in the living room below. I could go on. That house was really strange. I NEVER felt threatened, just weird.
32. The Extra
As a kid, I would make stupid videos with my friends, and sometimes I like to re-watch them and cringe at our shenanigans. Quite recently, I re-watched a video a friend and I made in 08/09. The video consists of our usual screwing about, and halfway through the video, there is a short 2-second clip wherein my friend is flailing a toy sword around and screaming in my room. My friend is sitting with his back to the open door. A dark figure is seen walking down the hallway past the open door. The figure is only visible a split second, but there is no doubt something passed by. The thing is I remember vividly being home alone that day.
My father always told me a guy burned to death in that hallway, and my mother swore she sometimes heard coughing at night. I remember the hallway always smelling faintly of smoke, even though no one in my family smoked. Kinda spooky.
31. Night Terrors
When I slept in my old room, I had sleep paralysis three times a week and three levels of dreams (like some Inception thing). I got married and moved out, and never experience it anymore.
Our old neighbor once told me that before my parents bought our house, a bed-ridden family member of the previous owner died in in my old bedroom.
30. The Woman In The Nightgown
My grandfather told me this. So he was in bed, reading before going to sleep, and he saw my grandmother (his wife) walk past the bedroom in a nightgown. He thought that was odd because she never wears a nightgown.
A couple of minutes later, she walked into the room from the same side of the hallway that she walked from earlier, and got in bed. He asked why she changed into those clothes out of her nightgown right before bed. She said, “Hon, I don’t wear nightgowns.”
29. Whisper My Name
A little backstory: Growing up, my brother and I lived with our single mother. The house was a little 500-square-foot home, but we were young so it wasn’t a huge deal. My mom remarried, and the newlyweds decided to tear down the old house and build a ranch on the land. Strange, but explainable, things started happening after we moved back in. One of the strangest things to happen was when my brother and I were in the house alone. We were hanging out at an island in the kitchen, talking about what teenage boys talk about when I hear the faintest whisper of someone saying my brother’s name. I thought I was probably just hearing things. About 30 seconds later, a little louder, I heard my brother’s name again. He was talking when I heard the second whisper, and he seemed to hear it too because he stopped what he was saying briefly.
Finally, about 15 seconds after the second interruption, clearly and angrily, a raspy voice says his name. We looked at each other and he asked, “Did someone just say my name?” I told him I’d heard it more than once. He said, “three times, right?” We grabbed our coats and went to get Burger King.
28. The Nightmares
I used to have regular repeating nightmares where you know someone’s in the house, you walk down the hall, find your family dead in the kitchen (the old kitchen, before remodeling), and run for the door with only a faint chance of escape before getting caught.
Years after we moved out, I learned that my brother has been having the same exact nightmare. Neither of us had ever talked about it before.
27. The Maid’s Hundred Years Of Service
My uncle lived in eastern New York and his house was considered to be haunted. Apparently, the family that used to own it in the 1800s decided not to give it to the stableman and sold it instead. He and the maid were said to have haunted the place. We always used to joke that you would hear people or things moving at night but since the house is so old, we just laughed it off. My uncle’s friend and her sister were staying over at the house one night and the friend noticed a maid bringing towels down the stairs when she woke. She saw the maid again, bringing what looked like a percolator, down the stairs. She was so impressed by my uncle hiring staff (he is a neurologist in NYC so he had a habit of spending a little bit extra).
She went back to bed and woke up later downstairs to see my uncle and his friend just chatting. She asked where the maid went and said she thought that the maid was cooking breakfast. My uncle had no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like. The sister explained and he laughed. She walked her to the living room and pointed to an old picture. She said that was the woman. My uncle replied, “Yeah, she has been dead for about 100 years.”
26. The Monster In The Closet
The night we moved in, I was in the kitchen putting up dishes when I heard my mom call my name right behind me. I knew she was miles away so it gave me goosebumps. There was no one there. When I turned back around, the porcelain creamer I’d just put in the cabinet was sitting on the counter. Things would disappear in our house — money (always $10) and always from my hubby only. Then my car keys went missing. We figured the toddler lost them.
A few months later while installing a new floor in the bathroom, I found the keys under the carpet padding in the closet. There was no way the kid got them there. The stuff sitting in that closet was untouched for years. The lights in the living room would go on and off. I figured it was the faulty touch lamps so I replaced them. Nope. I woke up one night with light shinning down the hall and when I get in the room, the lights go off. I asked whatever was there to knock it off and went back to bed. Damn light was back on as soon as my head hit the pillow. Not long after, hubby and I saw a black shadow come out of our daughter’s room and go into our bedroom. He jumped up and ran down the hall but no one was in the room. We checked on our daughter and she was terrified. She said it came out of her closet, leaned over her then left the room. It showed up randomly at night until we had the house “cleansed.” We did it so she would feel safe but it really worked.
25. The Man’s Last Footsteps
I lived in an older home for about five years. My stepdad, who knew the man who had lived there before us, told me the man hung himself in the attic. I honestly didn’t think much of it, that is until I heard the footsteps. Like clockwork, every night at 3 a.m. I would hear footsteps walking along the length of the attic, which would go over my room.
The steps were heavy and you could clearly tell the pace was at a normal walking speed. It sounded like a man contemplating something, thinking about his next move. If it was really the former owner, were those his final moments being played out every night before his fateful decision? Who can say? There were other stories, but those footsteps, which went on for years, still freak me out.
24. Slamming Doors
I lived in an old, haunted house in college. Things got so weird that everyone moved out except for me and one roommate. I woke up at 3 am because my roommate’s door kept opening and slamming shut. From bed, I yelled for him to stop only to realize I was the only one home that weekend.
As soon as I yelled, the slamming stopped, but the hippy beads I had hanging outside my closed door began to sway perfectly, yet violently, against the door frame, for a half-hour, while I debated if I should pop out my air conditioning unit and jump out of the window. I laid in the fetal position in bed until it stopped.
23. That Laugh Though
From ages 5-17, I lived in a house with some strange activity. It was all pretty basic run-of-the-mill stuff: footsteps, voices, lights turning on and off, doors opening and shutting, batteries draining, etc. If we started renovating, which we almost always were, they’d get more active and start throwing stuff. I got used to it. They didn’t hurt us, so we just let it go. Even my father started believing after a while.
But the worst thing they ever did was while we were moving in. I was 5. My friend and I were playing in the only room that was finished in the basement while my parents were moving the stuff in. My friend’s parents were helping. Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut. No wind, no draft, no explanation. Then the lock engaged with a click, and someone started laughing. We were stuck in the room for two hours.
22. Showing His Love
In 2012, my stepfather overdosed and died in the hallway in his condo apartment. My mom had to move out shortly after since they were already behind on mortgage bills. A few months later, my lease was up and I was barely making ends meet and couldn’t find a new roommate. My mom offered me the key to the condo apartment to “squat” for a few months until I saved up enough for my own apartment. I took the offer and moved into the apartment. After a month or so, I was asleep in the living room and I had this dream of my stepfather standing in the hallway facing the living room. He was looking at me and smiling/laughing. He even made a stupid joke and everything. It wasn’t disturbing at all, just bittersweet.
I then suddenly woke when I felt some pressure stroking down my head and back. There was nothing around me and it tripped me the hell out. I don’t believe in paranormal stuff but it was still nice to see him in my dream once again.
21. The Padlocked Closet Room
My house was abandoned for two years before we bought it. When we went for the viewing, there was a bedroom closet that was padlocked shut; think barn door latch with a lock through it. The realtor said they had no key and we couldn’t open it unless we bought it. Well, we ended up buying it and priority #1 was opening that door! After a few minutes with a pry door, we get in to reveal a child’s play area. Bright colored walls, glow in the dark stick-on stars and planets cover the ceiling, checkered tile for the floor; no lights, no air vents, no windows. My little brother chimes in “Welp, this must be where they kept the kids before they died!” Fast forward through three months of renovations to when we move in and live there. The loft area has a daylight sensing, motion sensor light as there was no easy way to install a switch. The light comes on by itself, all hours of the day. No matter what way we position the sensor, it randomly trips and we jokingly shout out “Will you darn kids quit running in the house!” That’s usually the last time it comes on that day.
A year into living there, we have turned the creepy closet bedroom into our computer room. We leave for work at the same time each day but arrive home about two hours apart. I get a call from a very confused wife one day asking why I had come back home after we had left together. I did not go back home. Upon returning from work, she was greeted by our computer room chair, in our kitchen. The chair had to travel through two doorways, down a hallway and a flight of stairs to reach the kitchen. Seemingly by itself. We thought it odd but blamed the dead kids. Those heathenistic kids! Talking to the neighbor one day and we found out that no kids died in the house, but a grown man had. The room with the creepy closet was the room where the previous owner’s brother had taken his own life. When his wife left and they failed to work it out, he couldn’t handle life anymore, and cut his wrists and bled out. The previous owner kept living there afterward but upon finding out he was foreclosed on, he attempted to end his life too in the same room. His children found him and he lived. Later that year, our family grows. The rooms all get shuffled to make room for baby. That creepy closet room? It gets emptied. The weird things? All stopped happening. To this day (9 years later), that room is only used for storage. My 4-year-old son plays in there occasionally but even in the day time with all the light the window lets into the bedroom, he turns every light on. When asked why, he just said, “it makes it less weird to play there.”
20. The Old Happy Guy Norman
One of my exes lived in a haunted condo, but the ghost was pretty cool. He would just open doors and cabinets at night. Of course, she had failed to mention this to me when I started staying over so the first time it happened I thought someone had broken in. When I woke her up to tell her an to listen she said, “Oh, that’s probably just the ghost. Hey, Norman? Could you please stop for tonight? I haven’t told him about you yet.” There was one more sound of a door closing and that was it. “You should be fine now. He went back in the closet.” Then she went back to sleep. Me though, I couldn’t sleep after that so I went downstairs to check locks and windows. Everything was secure, but most of the cabinet doors in the kitchen were open.
The next morning, she told me all about old Norman. I guess when her kid was smaller, he used to talk to Norman. That’s how they knew his name. He was just an old happy guy that had lived there at one point and wanted to stick around. Eventually, the kid could no longer talk to Norman, and that’s when the door and cabinet thing started. From what I understand, he also used to move things around, but that stopped when my ex asked him to. He was plenty active too. Over the course of the year her and I dated, Norm made countless other visits at night. The coolest encounter was when we were both up late watching a movie and the closest door opened. My ex greeted him with a “Hey, Norm!” and he returned the gesture with a knock on the wall behind us. I never could explain any of it, but it was pretty “cool.”
I was living in Chicago last year in a top floor apartment of a three-flat style building. The kitchen at the back of the apartment had a door leading to a staircase down to the basement, connecting all the apartments and outside. My housemate was cooking, she left the back door open as we had no AC or windows big enough for ventilation. As I walked into the kitchen, she ran to the back door and slammed it shut as I heard a woman’s voice saying “hello” over and over coming from the stairs. We stood behind our door listening and we could hear someone was coming up the stairs really slowly, the steps creaking all the way up to our back door. Then they reached the top, turned around and went back down again.
After five minutes of being quite freaked out, another housemate and I slowly went down to the basement with some makeshift weapons and check it out. We looked around and inside everything possible and calmly saying hello back. Nothing there. A lady did live in the basement apartment but would never have any reason to come upstairs to the top, and was nowhere to be seen either. The landlord then let us know his mother haunts the whole building.
18. The Imaginary Friend
My daughter, about four years old at that time, would jabber away in her room by herself. One day, my wife asked her who she was talking to. She said she was talking with Alice and that she used to feed the men who lived here.
She went on to say that Alice died because she couldn’t breathe. Our house used to be a boarding house before World War II.
17. Here Kitty Kitty
I watched one of our cats being pulled backward about five feet by her tail. She was walking through the dining area and suddenly was sliding backward, as if someone was pulling her by her tail. Only there wasn’t.
She freaked out and tried to run, but couldn’t immediately as something held on for a brief second before letting her go. I tend to think that was the handy work of a four or five-year-old girl ghost who hangs out and she just wanted to play with the kitty.
16. The Devil’s Hour
I lived in a house that was built in 1938. I would wake up and sit up in bed every single night at 2:59-3:01 am. I thought I saw something move quickly out of the corner of my eye on occasion but assumed it was me being sleepy and/or having bad vision without my glasses. One night, the curtain on my closet moved. I pulled the lamp chain and the room lit up. My husband thought I was crazy. I saw nothing so I pulled the chain again to turn off the lamp. I tried to sleep again but a few minutes later I heard the lamp chain swinging against the lamp base.
When I reached out to see if I felt it swinging and to stop it, something cold touched me. It didn’t feel like the shape of a hand or finger but like a wet washcloth. We moved soon after that because we were relocating but I stopped waking up every morning at the new house and haven’t had any weird feelings since.
15. Invisible Sensory Motion
I live in a house built in the 1800s. It’s survived both world wars and it’s seen some crap I imagine. One of the previous owners had two sons, who both ended their lives. A lot of strange stuff happens. The animals (dog and parrots) will wake up from their naps and follow something with their heads just as they would follow me if I walk around. Also, before I switched rooms in the house, my brother had a room and he refused to sleep there as he would hear voices. He slept with my parents (he was a child) until the day he got my old room and since then has slept in that room without problems.
There’s also a whole floor we don’t use and I sleep in the attic, and I pass through that floor to get to the attic (weird explanation but it’s a weird house) and I have a motion-activated light there that goes on as I’m walking the stairs to that unused floor. It would also switch on in the middle of the night while nobody is walking under the motion detector. Also, there are cold spots.
14. Did You Forget Something?
When I was younger, my parents would frequently go run errands in the neighboring city and be gone most of the day, from morning to night. You would have to walk through our living room to get from the back door to either the front door or my parents’ room. You would walk between the couch and the TV while doing so. So I was home alone and my dad came through the back door, walked in front of me as he crossed the room and entered his and my mom’s room. Then he came back out, walked across my field of vision once again, and left through the back door. He didn’t look at me, look at the TV, or really do anything besides walk across the room in both directions.
When I asked him what he came home for or if he forgot something, he honestly had no clue what I was talking about. They were an hour and a half away and coming home for something they forgot would have not made much sense. He was also wearing different clothes when I spoke with him compared to when I “saw” him earlier. Such a strange experience and I only saw it that one time.
13. The Darkness
The house I grew up in had a slightly strange design in that all the bedrooms were clumped together at one end of the house and the kitchen and living room were at the other end. The two areas were connected by a long, narrow hallway that had a bathroom in the middle and approximately 900 closets on either side. My bedroom door was at the end of the hall, with two other bedroom doors facing each other across the hall on either side. Basically, this meant that if you were sitting in our living room you could look straight down the hallway to my bedroom door. Now, lots of strange and frightening things happened in that house, but the one thing that we could never rationalize away or lie to ourselves about was the darkness at the end of the hall. Like I said above, the hallway was very long and narrow, and it was also paneled in dark wood, so it was pretty dark down there. But with the living room lights on there was always enough light to see down the hall and make out my bedroom door. But sometimes we’d be sitting in the living room and get the feeling that we were being watched, or that something was about to happen.
When that would come over us, the end of the hallway would be completely blacked out. It was like someone dropped a curtain over the end of the hall. You could see part of the way down, and then there was just blackness. When this would happen, our three little dogs, god bless ’em, would go to the mouth of the hallway and sit in a line across it, staring down into the darkness. Sometimes they’d bark a little, or growl, but mostly they just sat and stared. Once in a while, one of them would get brave enough to walk down the hall, but they never got more than halfway to the darkness before they’d stop and back up. They would walk backward up the hall, never turning their back on whatever they were looking at. After a little while the oppressive feeling would lift, the darkness would disappear, and the dogs would wander off. This didn’t happen often, but compared to all the “normal” spookiness in that house (things disappearing, stuff flying off shelves, strange voices or breezes, etc.) that was the one thing we could never convince ourselves was just in our heads.
12. The “Caring” Kettle
So this is currently happening in the house I’m living in, in NJ. A week or so ago at 3 am, I was just getting up to turn the heating off and putter around after falling asleep on the sofa. I was yawning and rubbing my eyes a lot and was just about to get up to go to bed when I realized this noise getting louder and louder like you don’t realize it’s happening until it’s super loud. I suddenly realize and turn my head around to see the kettle boiling by itself. You have to push a button down and it glows blue, which was highlighting the shadow of the button that had definitely been pressed. I freak out thinking I’ve lost track of time and it was morning but before I can stop myself the words “But I don’t want tea or coffee” come out of my mouth, at which point the kettle clicks off. Like I literally heard the switch. It wasn’t at the end of the boil either, I’m English so I use 220 watt outlets which do everything twice as fast so I know it was in the middle of the boil. Also as soon as I said that, I felt guilty like I shouldn’t have been scared. Like it was a friendly offer.
Two days later, I was with a friend at the dining room table. Both of us were at least five feet away and around the corner from the kettle and nobody else was in the house. Suddenly, the kettle starts boiling again. My friend rushes over and points out the button has been pushed. So much relief came over me that I wasn’t insane and I explain to my friend that this happened to me at night. A few nights ago, I was lying in bed and could hear a conversation, at 4 am, with no one around, and my neighbors are 20 feet away from either side. Then the kettle starts boiling. I’m pissed, so I literally say out loud, “Please stop boiling the kettle, we have people asleep upstairs!” and it clicked off again. This could just be a faulty kettle and coincidence, I don’t believe in ghosts whatsoever and have never seen or felt anything before. It’s just freaky, but it’s not scary. Only my first instinct—I feel as though someone is trying to take care of me, like when you were sick off school and lying in bed and your mom or dad would take care of you and bring you soup and stuff. Very, very strange.
11. Where’s The Baby?
One night when I was about 12, I was drifting off to sleep then I clearly heard a baby laugh for one to two seconds. I presumed it was just my imagination and went to sleep.
The next morning, my sister mentioned that she’d been woken up by the sound of a baby crying. I don’t really believe in ghosts but I’ve never been able to explain that.
10. It Wasn’t Dad
My brother and I had a similar experience when we were kids. We were sharing a bedroom. My brother wanted a glass of water from the kitchen but was scared to walk there by himself, so he and I both got out of bed and walked to the doorway. At the other end of the corridor, we saw our dad sitting on a chest of drawers, his feet dangling. He was wearing his pajamas and a baseball cap. He smiled at us and waved slowly. He then hopped down to the ground and took a step toward us. My brother and I bolted back to bed and hid under the covers. I have never been so scared in my life. That was not my dad. My dad does not perch on furniture — he does not so much as even lean on anything, he is an erect, no-nonsense, old school dad, never drank a drop of alcohol, never did anything that didn’t need to be done, a statesman, a man from another era, really. The man wearing the baseball cap and my dad’s pajamas that night looked exactly like my dad, but could not have been my dad.
After a few moments of clutching each other trembling with fear, my brother and I asked each other if we just saw what we thought we saw. We had. We lay awake more most of the rest of the night. In the morning, we asked our parents about it. They looked at us like we were nuts. We still occasionally bring this up to much eye-rolling by our mom (and a harrumph of disapproval from our dad).
9. Tall Dark Shadow
When I was around nine or ten years old, I remember waking up to see a large shadow standing at the foot of my bed. I was living with my dad at that time (he has a very large [5 floors] terrace house built in the 1800s) and every so often, there would be an unexplainable event happen, such as footsteps when there’s no one there or voices. On the night this happened, it was just my dad and I in the house (my sister was staying with my mom at that time).
I woke up and noticed that the door to my room was wide open; I normally sleep with it closed. I then became aware of a large (around 7-foot tall) shadow-like figure watching me from the end of the bed. When the figure noticed me, it seemed to “melt” into the floor and the door to my room slammed shut. Understandably I was slightly traumatized by the whole experience. I asked my dad the next day if he was in my room and he denied any knowledge of the event (by the way, he’s not the type of person that likes jokes).
8. The Bumps and Bangs
So I used to live in a big house (six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a basement, etc.) by myself. I was there as a hiring perk and looking after the place for my boss who lived out of state but owned the home, one of those win-win situations. The first couple of months were fine, but when winter came I started hearing things coming from the second floor (I lived pretty much exclusively on the 1st floor). It started with little bumps and bangs coming from above where I had my computer set up and progressed to distinct footsteps coming and going across the 2nd floor. I had been up to the second floor to check up on it from time to time and I knew that there were unfinished areas up there. One place always stuck out—an unfinished room that was a sort of walk-in-closet for one of the upstairs bedrooms. It was attached to the garage attic (completely unlit). It was open when I went up to investigate the noises. I shut the door and locked it. Two nights later, more noises. Footsteps—leading from the unfinished room to the bathroom—then nothing. The worst part was the door. The door that led to the unfinished room would not stay closed or locked. I tried everything. Eventually, I pushed the bed up against the door to keep it from opening. That seemed to work; a few months went by without the door coming open, but I would find it unlocked all the time.
As time passed, I would hear noises all over the house. Mostly footsteps, but the occasional THUMP with no explanation. I cannot explain how horrifying it is to hear little taps up and down the hall from the other side of a bathroom door during your morning shower. I eventually moved out, but another employee moved in to take my place. His stay there only lasted about a month. The story he told me is that he was shaving one morning before work and he heard a SLAM like someone dropped a heavy stack of books right outside his bedroom door, then heavy footsteps like someone running down the hall. He won’t stay there anymore and no one in the company will live in the house.
7. The Reflection
My mom worked from 3-11 and usually got groceries and whatnot on a Friday or Saturday night when she knew I’d be home to help bring them in. I was playing video games and she called the house phone to let me know she was almost there. Normal.
I went and waited for her to pull in the driveway and was noticed a woman I didn’t know standing behind me in the reflection from the light in the kitchen. She stared at me for probably five seconds before walking into the adjacent hallway leading to my bedroom. I asked my mom about it and she said it was probably my grandmother and to not worry about it. Yeah. Okay.
6. The Footsteps
As a kid, I saw a lot of shadows, heard a lot of weird noises, the usual. My sister who lived on the 3rd floor came down to my room a lot at night to stare at me (sleepwalking) and sometimes slept in my room and forgot about it the next night. The doors creaked and opened and closed on themselves a lot, which can happen in an old house due to drafts. Also, the alarm went off a lot during the night; triggered by air? Now, most kids would imagine that this is just the kind of thing that happens when you live in an old house. Also, the alarm went off a lot during the night–triggered by air, maybe?
One time, my parents were in China for business. My brother and sisters and I slept at other places because my parents were away for quite a time. I had to go to hockey practice but I forgot some gear so my friend and I went to get it. The house was engulfed in darkness and very silent. As we walked out of my room, we heard footsteps in the attic. Two of my siblings had their bedrooms there, so I thought one of them was home. I shouted at them which made the footsteps stop. After five seconds or so, we heard the footsteps coming closer to the stairs and actually setting foot on the very old wooden creaky steps. One step at a time. I actually felt a “weight” standing in front of me. It was very strange but I saw nothing. Nevertheless, we were 12 so we got the heck out of there. Outside, my friend had a total nervous breakdown because he saw some scary face/form that looked like an alien to him. He never set foot in my house again. I credit it all to the creepiness of the house, but that one night with my friend still gives me the chills.
5. The Groan
I work the night shift so I sleep during the day. My boyfriend and my mother-in-law went out for the day so I know for a fact no one was home. I woke up, laid there for a second. I groaned and stretched, and a man’s voice groaned back right beside my head.
I got out of there pretty fast. I checked the house and I was indeed home alone. Fun fact: the previous owner was an elderly man who died in the front room. He likes to shut and lock our doors when we’re not paying attention.
We rebuilt a 100-year-old mansion. One night, both my wife and I heard a clear voice say “LISTEN.” There’s no one in the house except us. It was very spooky.
Later, we found out that my uncle knew the family that had lived there decades ago and the father took his own life by jumping off the 3rd story balcony. It was NOT questionable; we both heard it and quizzed each other as to what exactly each heard.
3. The Green Eyes
I lived in Turnquist, MD and a plane went down in the area killing 300 (lighting struck the fuel or something). Well, our house was out of code and electrical was always fritzy there. I would go down the fix the power, and these eyes would show up — a green floating eye. Green like mountain dew and all of the eye is green not just the iris.
My dog would not go down there with me to fix the power, and when the power came back up, the eyes would be gone. The eyes never appeared in the same place.
2. Like A Crappy Roommate
I lived in a house for about five years that was haunted, but not in a malicious way; it was more of a “crappy roommate” kind of way. I’d come home to the windows on the second floor open when it was raining. To food containers being open in the fridge that I hadn’t touched yet. The worst was that the “ghost” hated clocks. She hated them. I had antique cuckoo clocks that had worked for 50 years that would just stop. Brand new wall clocks that ate through batteries like it was candy. My watch ended up on the floor one morning, the crystal shattered, even though I knew I slept with it on.
The one that pissed me off the most was that I got a brand new Kit-Kat clock for Christmas – and the idiot threw it off the wall. I was cooking and out of the corner of my eye saw the cat freaking FLY. Turned around and it was across the kitchen. Broken. It was brand new! Man, she was a brat.
1. The Angry Spirits
So my husband and I rented a really old house. We had to fix it up a bit before my son came home from the hospital. (He was very premature and in the NICU for almost 5 months.) We took down the wallpaper and painted, took down the popcorn ceiling, the whole nine yards. The basement was very unfinished and vandalized by the teenagers that lived there before. Swastikas everywhere. We didn’t bother finishing it because we didn’t really need the room.
I went down there once out of the year we lived there. Creepy feeling. Like someone was watching you, pissed. Sometimes that creepy feeling would come upstairs. I would give it a week or so thinking it was in my head and then I would sit in the car with the baby while my husband burned sage to clear it out. He says the feeling while he did so was heavy — very angry and he would see figures coming at him through the smoke.