What is the spookiest/creepiest thing that you’ve experienced?

I once worked security for an abandoned mental hospital, then referred to as an Asylum for the Criminally Insane. I worked the night shift and there was all kinds of hair raising and creepy shit that would go on. Sometimes enough to keep you wide the hell awake. No danger of going to sleep on that shift.

Any particular stories stand out?
- Yeah, but ironically this wasn't super natural. Some kids broke in to the building that were kind of these animal sacrifice cultists for lack of a better word. I heard a scream and drew my firearm. Those kids scared the living shit out of me. Fuckers tortured a cat and it was the cat I heard scream out in pain. I held them all under felony citizens arrest until the police showed up in force. I don't like cops but when I was going through college, being a security guard happened to pay a lot better than anything else. One of the cops said to the kids, "My wife and I have cats. You're fucking lucky I don't beat the shit out of you with my baton. See how you fuckers like an ass beating."
  
  That was the one and only time I could seriously consider treating a cop to beer and wings. All of my life I've been owned by a feline or two. I seriously wanted to beat the shit out of these kids too. Restraint though likely kept me outta jail. Cop even told me later on, out of ear shot of anybody else, that if I had beaten the shit out of these kids, we would be sitting at an all-nite diner having a good meal and filling out paperwork. That was the ONLY cop I could ever get behind
I worked in a restaurant that was haunted. Used to f-ing terrified to be there alone. Cold drafts, lady with an old fashioned dress like a ghost from a movie disappeared around corner of the dining room a couple times (I will admit this might have been my imagination), stuff just randomly falling off walls (framed art) and shelves when no one was around, etc. I don't expect anyone to believe this but it was nuts and a lot of people experienced it.
- Are people in 100 years going to hear a quiet "bro I'm dead bro" then a fortnight dance from the empty room above them?
- After having worked security where I did, I've got no trouble believing you at all. Spooky shit happens.

I moved into a new apartment in a new part of town, just had a mattress on the floor and a few items moved in, and took a nap. When I woke up there was a man standing over me watching me sleep. Scared the shit out of me. Then I watched him slowly fade away from into thin air. Turns out I wasn't 100% awake yet and my dreaming brain had created a brief hallucination.

Had a similar thing happen. Half woke up in a guest room at my grandma's. Was my uncle's room. Has a few model cars and this racecar wallpaper with lotus, jaguar, old cars, trophies etc on it. Well my sleepy hardly awake brain saw some creepy ass momo looking mf face as soon as my eyes opened and I threw a haymaker at that bitch! Nope, just quickly faded into a wallpaper pattern.

Luckily it was barely out of my reach to hit it so hard so it didn't put a hole there. Just loud thump that probably startled someone.

A few years back, I moved into an old farmhouse in the countryside. It was peaceful, except for the noises that would come from the attic every night, a soft thumping like someone walking around. After a couple of sleepless nights, I finally mustered the courage to check it out.

I climbed up to the attic with a flashlight. It was full of dusty old furniture and trinkets, probably from previous tenants. As I was examining a pile of old newspapers, my flashlight caught something - a pair of eyes glowing in the dark, staring right back at me. I nearly dropped the flashlight in shock. As I shone the light in the direction, I found an old portrait of a woman. The eyes were eerily lifelike. I convinced myself it was just the way the light was hitting it.

The noises didn’t stop, but I learned to live with them. But the weirdest part was when I left the house a 6 months later. The movers came to get my stuff, and I told them to leave everything in the attic, I’d Grabe those items myself. I mainly needed movers for the big heavy stuff. Later, when I returned to pick up some remaining items, the portrait was gone.

To this day, I still can’t figure out where it could have gone, why just that. Probably some completely logical explanation, but it still gives me chills when I think about it.

Begun to have a sleep parálisis while awake, then watching how a shadow person looked at me by the door until my thoughts went from "omg I'm so dead" to stupidly effective "if I'm gonna die, u coming with me". Then it just ended like a bad dream but while being awake, never again tried to sleep in that fricking place.

Sleep paralysis in general. Whenever it happens, there’s always some malevolent presence. I had something sitting on my bed, screaming right in my ear or gust being nearby, and you cannot even turn around to look at it or ask for help even if it’s available.

I recognize the type of sleep when it’s likely to happen, the heavy uneasy feeling usually in the morning, and fight to wake up completely to avoid the encounter. But I always know that I’ll have to go back to bed eventually, I can never escape.
- I've had a couple instances of sleep paralysis but my brain is so fucking weird it just instantly identifies what's happening and goes with it like a vaguely intellectual drug trip. My cat advanced on me once and went full on demonic face and i was like 'fckin awesome acid trip, man'

When I was a little kid, maybe 5 years old, my family lived in this old house that used to be a Civil War hospital during a few battles.

All kinds of weird shit happened there, but one event stands out.

I was sleeping between my parents in their bed on the second floor. I woke up. It was late and very dark.

I looked to my right and saw the curtains blowing in. The windows were painted shut. I watched as the curtains start to slide off the wall. It looked like someone was holding them up. I shit you not. Like I could see feet just underneath the bottom.

The curtains moved to the foot of the bed, and fell.

I don't remember seeing this, but my parents swear I told them that when the curtains fell, a woman with a yellow dress and no eyes had been holding them up, and that she stood at the foot of the bed for a while.

The curtains, according to my parents, we're in fact on the floor at the foot of the bed. I can't vouch for that though because I was a kid and frankly, don't remember.

My best non-supernatural explanation is that I had sleep paralysis that night and hallucinated much of what I saw. I've had it chronically since, so it's possible.

I don't know though. It's one of those things I think about late at night when I have too much free time. What the fuck did I see?

Seep paralisys is helluva thing. I've experienced lots of freaky stuff with it. Some of these include early 1900s looking shadowy figures walking through my room as if it would be a train station. Or a huge, black creature with very long claws (kinda like slender version of fallout's Deathclaw) standing over me not letting me sleep (interestingly, I could see through both mine and its eyes. My first TPP experience) or just shadow black figures standing there at the end of my bed.

Not that spooky or creepy. I saw my first ghost at 16. Dude walking calmly by the window outside my mom's office as I was playing games on her computer. Except that he'd have to be on stilts or 9 foot tall for that to happen.

Second time my business partner and I were driving back to his place 2:30 am after a long day of working when we suddenly noticed an oddly attired dude sitting calmly in our backseat not moving or talking. Stopped at a stoplight in the middle of the night we both piled out of the car amidst exclamations of surprise. Took us 5 minutes before we came back to the car and only because another car was coming. Whoever that dude was he'd cleared out somehow. Despite it being the middle of the night and both of us having a clear line of sight on the car.

Hallucinations, both of them.

Forgot a couple more. Same business partner about a year later, we were chilling in the basement sauna, also after a long day of work just basking in the heat when we both noticed a hand coming straight down out of the ceiling. We yelled and ran out stark fucking naked. Thankfully no one else about. Went back in after a bit and it was all normal.

6 months after my late wife passed (mother of our four children) all of the cats gathered in the hallway and kept staring up at the wall leading into the room she died in. Investigated possible causes but could not find anything. They kept doing it. That was a little weird. No noises, or mice or anything. Still scratching my head as to what the fuck they were looking at, all these years later.
- Interesting to hear of a shared hallucinations. Were either of you under the influence, or (feel free not to answer) have any serious mental health disorders that could explain it?
This reminds me of seeing myself from the window of a car.

I was coming home in a taxi during midsummer, and there was this cliff thing by the road. There was some forest growing almost immediately next to the cliff's edge.

Then I saw a girl who seemed to be my age walking near the edge. She had the exactly same dress I wore that day, the exactly same hair and walked just the way I did.

I'm still puzzled whenever I think about it.

My sister and I got a Ouija board as teens because we were curious. We had a few interesting sessions, but things got dark one afternoon after school. Words were being misspelled that we both knew the correct spelling of. The messages were getting aggressive. At one point the message announced that both our parents had just died in a auto accident on the way home from work. (It was after 5 at that point.)

They both arrived safely, but a couple of hours later a friend came over who led a weekly class in metaphysics. (This was the late '60s.)

The instant he walked in the door, he froze. He announced with great concern that there was someone present to needed to be encouraged to move on.

At the beginning of that night's class, he held some kind of ceremony encouraging whatever that was to leave.

We put the Ouija board away and never used it again.

The fact that you enjoyed playing with a ouija board and took metaphysics classes shows that you are open-minded and suggestible. These practices help you notice micro-expressions of the other participants and help you attune to the “vibe“ that other people are projecting.

The metaphysics teacher is also trained in these sensibilities, and noticed how you were all out of sorts when he arrived at your house

Happened to a friend of mine.

Bought a house in North Vancouver, BC, from a very nice widow, and moved into it with his wife. Installed a security system. Eight or nine months go by, until one morning he finds this early-60s VW Beetle in his driveway.

So he checks the security tapes, and it clearly shows the Beetle pulling up at about 3:15 AM, parking, turning off, and then no-one getting out. And nothing changed until the feed showed him finding the Beetle in his driveway. No motion, no movement, and when he came out there was no-one in the vehicle.

After a day or three of waiting, he calls up the DMV (called ICBC up here), but as he’s talking to the rep at the far end to find out who the owner was, they get him to check the plate and the last registration it had was from nearly a decade previously.

And it turns out the prior owner was the husband of the widow they bought the house from. It was his pride and joy, having been his first “new car” purchase.

And when he contacted her, it turns out that the day and even the very hour that the Beetle pulled up was the anniversary of her husband’s death.

Apparently the car was still being stored at some storage place because the widow couldn’t bear to part with it. And the video surveillance at the storage unit had not shown the vehicle leaving. So she had it towed back to the storage unit.

Three years later, other members of the family got back into contact with him. The widow had died, and the Beetle had vanished from the storage unit without a trace, apparently on the day that she had died. Again, with noting showing up on the surveillance video. No-one ever saw that vehicle again.

I was facing a wall shelf with a stack of hard plastic cups wedged into it, and when I turned away from the shelf I heard the cups fall to the floor. Based on how tightly they were wedged in there's no way they could've fallen on their own. Although there was an open window that was adjacent to it there's no way that a breeze could've knocked them over, and even if someone on the lower floor punched the wall it wouldn't have knocked the cups down. Nothing else happened in that room that was out of the ordinary.

Although I'm still a skeptic, I don't have a reasonable explanation for this one.

"Wedged" implies that they were under some sort of elastic strain. Is it possible that something like a footstep on the floor provided just the right unbalanced force to release that stored energy?
- I don't recall hearing anyone on the floor (this was in a college dorm), but the best guess I have is that reverberations from a footstep/knock/etc knocked the cups over. Other than that, I've got nothing.

I used to live in a house with a big back yard and lots of garden. One day in summer I was digging weeds with my back to the house at the far end of the yard. My toddler son was inside with his dad, my baby daughter was napping. It was a quiet afternoon. After a while I heard little feet thudding on the grass - my son running across the lawn towards me. I turned around expecting him to come up and jump on me. There was no one there.

I don't believe in the supernatural.

The house I live in is my fathers childhood home. His mother was, frankly, schizophrenic, in an era where most people equated mental health with Rose Kennedy. She went untreated. She beat him as a child, and drove her entire family away. She died 15 years ago, and we are still cleaning out her accumulated garbage. She called for him on her deathbed; my father still didn't go.

My mother also died in this house, suddenly. But she loved us, and we love her.

So I don't believe in the supernatural, but I have been friends with two self proclaimed witches, who both said this place has an "off" energy. and sometimes, at night, you might sense movement out of the corner of your eye. It can be unnerving.

14 or 15 years ago my middle school friend and his family brought home a ghost from their visit to a haunted town that I forget the name of. Almost every picture they took in the house had orbs in it. And sure enough random things started happening around their house (falling items, doors opening, weird sounds, misplaced things). So they had a priest come to their house and bless it with holy water, as well as keep a bottle in the china cabinet. Nothing happened ever again for them. Freaks me out to this day idk how I could live in my house if that happened.

Why would anybody share any such experience just to be declared a lunatic. If anybody had such stories to begin with, they would be best advised not to share them, for fear of being thought insane.