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23 People Share Scary Stories With No Logical Explanation

Updated October 18, 2019 600.3k views23 items

While many people find the paranormal difficult to believe in, there are those who do believe in it, and many of them can provide proof to back up those beliefs. Appearing as guardian angels, playful children, or only to the eyes of man's best friend, the spectres detailed in these posts defy all logic and may spook you into reconsidering the supernatural. After all, the creepiest thing about these tales is that they're all written by real people

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  • Afraid Of The Room

    Starting from about age five, I have always been afraid of my bedroom. I especially feared the fireplace in the corner, covered in a black metal grate that seemed to disappear when the lights went out. In the dark, I saw people come out of the "opening." Though they never looked at me, I think they knew I was there. One figure always came slinking out of the fireplace -- a young woman. My family has always been skeptical when it comes to theism/paranormal/etc., so they decided it was just me being a scared kid with an overactive imagination and the "dreams" would go away.

    Eventually, every night I became so terrified to go to sleep I fought them, kicking and screaming while saying I didn't want to go to sleep and refused to go until threatened by my parents. I finally convinced them to paint over the metal grate of the fireplace, and to this day it is painted bright white. I continued to be terrified of the room, and eventually, at 14 years old, started sleeping on the floor because the nightmares wouldn't stop, despite therapy and medication (I was diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder at age 12 because of hallucinating that same woman -- red hair, petite, lots of makeup, dark eyeshadow, and bruises all over her face, so swollen it was hard to see her eyes).

    Last week, my mom finally told me something she avoided telling me for years. While I was still a kid, the fighting over bedtime got so bad that a neighbor heard the screaming (we live in NYC so she was across the wall). She is about 70-years-old and has liveed in her apartment long before we moved in, was worried by the screaming because of previous events that took place here. Apparently, a drug dealer lived in our house before we moved in, and committed a murder committed inside the house, in my room. He beat her to death and stuffed the body in the fireplace.

  • Ghostly Girl In The Haunted House

    This will probably never be seen because the post is already at 2,400 comments but I swear on my life that it is absolutely true.

    One of my close friends lived next to a house that was always vacant. It would sell, people would move in, only to up-and-leave shortly thereafter, and the house would be up for sale again. One summer, when the house is listed again and the last family had moved out, we decide to go take a tour, bringing along Jack in the Box we had picked up. In a demonstration of poor judgment, I think it would be cool to play chicken with whatever was haunting this house. My friend is quite skinny, and they crawled through the dog door into the kitchen, opening the back door for me to come through.

    We explore the rooms and find them rather nondescript, just a typical 50s style bungalow house with a similar layout to my friend's home, lots of fine woodwork and built-ins. After we determine the house really isn't that creepy after all, we sit down in the dining area on the floor, across from a little horseshoe shaped nook with a kitchen table and built-in bench. It's dusk, but the windows don't have curtains and it never gets dark in our city. At this point, we've been in the house for maybe 25 minutes and after we eat, we stay seated to digest and hang out.

    All of a sudden, mid-sentence, completely out of nowhere, my vision goes black and I feel this eerie coldness wash all over me , a feeling so thick I felt like it penetrated my through my body down to my bones (I'm getting chills thinking about it). At the very same moment this happens, my friend screams. I cannot see anything and grope around trying to find something to grab onto while the feeling of unease and cold remains, though such adjectives barely scratch the surface.

    After what feels like hours, I feel my friend's hands in mine and he pulls me to my feet to drag me through the house to the back door. He keeps pulling on my arm and I still can't see anything. As soon as I am outside, I feel my entire body shiver, starting at the tip of my toes going all the way up to my scalp; unexpectedly and suddenly I could see again.

    My friend is as pale as a sheet and looks absolutely terrified. I feel off and a bit gross, for lack of a better term, and am otherwise in shock. I tell my friend that I couldn't see at all until I got outside, that it felt like utter darkness enveloped me. He just stares at me and I finally ask him why he screamed. He hugs me and says he pulled me out of the house as soon as I went blind because a little girl, who was completely black and yet see through, crawled out from under the table we were across from and sat on top of me.

  • The Ghost Folded The Clothes

    Alone at home in my apartment, I decide to take a shower. I lock the door out of habit, and it can only be locked and unlocked from the inside. My clean and dirty clothes litter the floor of the bathroom in two separate piles.

    When I finish my shower, I find my clothes, both dirty and clean, neatly folded in two separate stacks on the floor. The door is still locked and I take very quick showers, so this happened in the span of five minutes. I have no explanation and I get goose bumps just thinking about it.

    This happened about a week ago and nothing like it has happened prior or since.

  • Shower Was On And The Window Was Open

    My parents work long hours, so growing up it wasn't uncommon for them to leave my sister and me by ourselves.

    One such night while downstairs watching TV, we hear banging from upstairs. We assume our cats are fighting, so we head up to sort them out. However when we reach the upstairs, we realizes the shower is on and the door is locked. We go back downstairs and huddled together, convinced we are about to die. After hearing more banging, my sister decides to brave it and gets the spare key to the bathroom. She opens the door to find the bathroom window wide open and the shower on full-blast. We still don't know what happened that night, but I get shivers thinking about it.