TheAndyChrist: The summer of 1988 I had graduated from high school and went with my buddy and his dad to drive down to his dad's house in Tampico, Mexico. We got to Matamoros just over the border from Brownsville, Texas and the car broke down. We spent about 3 days there waiting for it to be fixed - going to the market, buying switchblades and fireworks and eating $1.25 carne asada 3 times a day. The rest of the trip was uneventful - car fixed, spent 2 weeks in Tampico and took a bus back to Chicago.It was later that year that they found remains of several blue-eyed college Americans (like me) in the Matamoros area that a local drug lord had killed over the summer in a Satanic sacrifice to protect his drug business.So, not pants-crappingly terrifying, but still a little creepy to know that that could have been me hacked up in a ditch.
That Darned Commie: About 5 months ago, my grandmother had passed away. She had lived about 300 miles from where I lived, and was to go into a nursing home the following week.Anyways, the morning of her death I woke up at around 6:00 for some reason and felt a sudden feeling of sadness and started to slightly cry. Then I saw a shadow about 5'3' move behind the door of my closet. I walked over to the closet and there was nothing in there when I checked. So I get ready and goto work and come back about 7 hours later.Upon my arrival, my dad told me that my grandma had been found dead in her bed at 6:15.
frostbitten: Jster422: Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...So, no kicks...yadda yadda.After I watched it I spent a lot of time staring at the attic door directly over my bed.
Lobster_of_Hate: One night I was in bed. I had not yet fallen asleep. (I used to sleep on my stomach). Suddenly something happened...Suddenly something slapped/smacked/punched me on my ass. I felt it. I heard it. It stung and I know it happened.
grizzlyjohnson: I caught this actual video of a rocking chair moving on its own:Rocking chair movingIf you look closely at the end I think you can see the ghost moving away from the chair. See what you think.
HAMMERTOE: Our office building is haunted. No special day of the year; no particular scary manifestations, but it is haunted nonetheless. I work in the Empire Building in Augusta, GA. It used to be the Empire Furniture building. Four stories, roughly 125 years old. It has an old spiral stairwell which goes up 3 stories, and an elevator, which goes to all four. My office is on the third floor.
This happened last Christmas Eve. It'll make sense at the end.Last December, my mom spent a month in the hospital while recovering from ulcer surgery. Apparently it was pretty bad and because of her age (70), she had to remain under their care until they deemed she was fit to go home.Anyway, she was hoping to be released before Christmas because her only concern was making tamales for everybody. But as Christmas crept closer she realized that she'd still be in the hospital until the New Year.Up until this point I was doing okay with her in the hospital, but then I got a dose of reality: the tubes and wires hanging all over her, hearing her moan in pain as assistants helped her sit up, and thinking she would never get better or be released. It finally got the best of me and I began to cry not only because she was still in a considerable amount of pain, but that this would be the first year that I would spend Christmas without either parent.After some consolation, I told Mom that I had to go to the cemetery to visit Dad. She told me to skip the visit; that I shouldn't subject myself to any further aggravation or sadness for the day. I told her I would go straight home.Ten minutes later I was standing at my father's grave. I looked down at Dad's marker and began to speak."Chistmas is gonna suck this year, Dad. You're gone, Mom's in the hospital...neither one of you is going to be with us this time."The rain began to fall a bit harder and I was getting pissed off, but not necessarily about the weather. "This farking sucks, Dad." I said my goodbyes and left.Before I left home I was reminded by my wife to stop by Walgreens to see if they had a toy my son was looking for. They did, so I grabbed it, got in line and paid for it.Then as I was getting into my car, I noticed something sitting on the ground in the parking lot. I looked at it, thought to myself, "Hey, I bet the kid would dig this," picked it up and started up the car.And here's the obligatory "And that's when it hit me." Here is what I found:Why did this trip me out? Here's what Dad's marker reads:
RAUL MORENOSGT. U.S. ARMYKOREA†DEC 24, 1933 - MAY 18, 1976
headstone: Not a scary story. No horror here. Just a piece of my life.
headstone: Not a scary story. No horror here. Just a piece of my life.That is awesome. Very cool story!
busy chillin': phedex
spartan6652: Nothing... Never been so happy in my life. I just knew I was gonna get it that day.Semper Fi
schezar: Cool stories, bros.But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.
Rembrant_Q_Einstein: ferretman: Very short....Being 600 ft away in the middle of the street when the first tower collapsed.me too. right behind the church.
allestelle: This is totally true and sort of long, so I apologize.When I was in high school ... I don't know if it's connected to the sounds I heard, but those were also unexplained.
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