17 People Describe Creepy Experiences That Made Them Believe In The Supernatural

When I was younger we would go 'ghost hunting.' We never really expected to see anything, but Ohio is known to have a plethora of supposedly haunted venues.

One night we went out to a dilapidated old house that was allegedly haunted. We poked around a bit, and filmed while we were doing it. Nothing real exciting until we went to check out the locked-up machine building out back. This is where it got freaky.

As we were walking out to it, we noticed at least 10 'do not enter' signs posted, as well as just how well-sealed the shop was. The doors were barred, chained, nailed, and welded shut. Instantly the temperature around us dropped, and we could see our breath. It was a 70 degree night in the height of summer. We all got this strange feeling of something 'dark' pushing us away from the shop. We proceeded to get the hell out of there.

Later, reviewing our footage we confirmed you could see our breath. You could see the instant it happened. All three people and the camera person stopped dead in their tracks at the exact same time.

I've been to a lot of 'haunted' places, and this is the only thing that's made me a believer with first-hand experience.

When one of my friends died suddenly, a bunch of us gathered at his house to mourn him and comfort each other. A few of us were sitting outside on the porch, and probably two-or-three other people and myself looked up at the sky. A rather large, bright light was moving towards us at a very rapid rate. One of them shouted "Look at that light!" and as we kept looking, the light suddenly veered rapidly to the left and, even though it was still as large as when we originally saw it, it disappeared completely.

Super odd, and it could not have been a satellite, plane, or shooting star from what I've witnessed in the past.

I've had two experiences. The first can be corroborated by four other people. The second, well, I could have just been hallucinating.

First story takes place during my freshman year in college. I get in bed when I hear my roommate say "Uhh, look at the ceiling." 

Six green, glowing hand prints are staggered across the ceiling like someone crawled over the ceiling. They were huge hand prints too. We run out of the room and get our neighbors. We tell them we think we're being haunted, and are immediately called out as trying to trick them. We hit the lights and show them the hand prints. I go to turn the light back on once we're done observing, and three more hand prints are now on the wall. They're continuing the "crawl" towards to light switch.

We're freaked out at this point and grab wet cloths to remove the hand prints. And the washing seems to work. They're gone once we're done with wiping down the ceiling and walls. We discuss how weird it was then decide to see if the hand prints are still gone. We hit the lights again, and now all nine hand prints are back, plus six more that now appeared on the ceiling above the bunk bed two of my friends were sitting on. We couldn't get the hand prints to go away that night. We fell asleep in the room with the hand prints there. I slept soundly though the night, which I also consider pretty odd considering the circumstances.

Second story, I'm 22-years-old and home on winter break from college. I wake up in the middle of the night and see that someone is in my room. My eyes are adjusting to the darkness so I could make out it was a woman. I assume it's my mom and ask her what she's doing. I get no response.

Now I start getting very worried. I ask again, no response. My eyes keep adjusting to the darkness. It's a woman in a white nightgown standing three-to-four feet from my bed. I keep looking at the figure. Now I notice that it's a girl, maybe 14-years-old, just standing there. I notice her eyes are fixed on me as she's slowing rotating to her left and her head is cocked on her shoulder. Then I realize it's as if she's hanging from the ceiling and staring at me as she's slowly rotating.

Yes, I know this sounds crazy and I was well aware of it at the time. I told myself this is a waking dream and it's not happening at all. I made myself stay there and stare back at her knowing it would go away. I could do this for only about five more seconds (probably a lot less in reality, seemed like more), before I busted into my parents room in my boxers at three in the morning screaming about ghosts.

That's right, a 22-year-old wearing nothing but his boxers screaming to his parents that there are ghosts in his room. Of course, nothing was there once we went back to the room. This was most likely a waking dream. But man, I was staring at the figure for a long time telling myself it was all in my head. That figure still stayed there until I couldn't take it anymore.

When I was 15-years-old, I lived in Victoria British Colombia. There were some old houses, belonging to someone famous or a famous family, something like that. They lived there in the early 20th century, and there are some ghost stories about the house.

Maybe seven years back they moved the houses to a park next to the museum. There are tours, and you can go through the houses on your own as well. A friend of mine, his family, and I all went through the houses together, and in the basement room of the one house we saw a woman playing piano. She played very well, and we complimented her on her abilities (the employees working as tour guides and such wore period clothes). She smiled, nodded, then kept playing.

We went about our tour, and at the end we said to a man working there that the piano player was very good. He looked confused, and said there was no piano player employed there. All the employees were male. We looked at the photo on the wall behind him, showing the entire family, circa late 1800s early 1900s, and there was the piano player, sitting with the family. We went back to find a thin, untouched layer of dust on the piano, as well as the bench.

Could have just been a creative hoax to draw in tourists, or could be legit. All I know is that her face was exactly the one in the photo.

I was driving in the mountains in the winter near Kananaskis Alberta, and I was going around a turn at about 100 km/h. I heard a soft voice in the back of my head whisper, "be careful," and for some reason I slowed down to about 50 km/h. Within about ten seconds, I came around a second corner and saw a couple huge elk on the road, and three-or-four cars that had stopped to take pictures.

I had to navigate slowly around the cars and the elk. Had I been going full speed, I think I would have hit one of those huge elk head on and been messed up a bit.

I grew up in a 125-year-old Victorian house. The stairs to the basement would occasionally make noises as if someone were walking upstairs. Things sometimes randomly fell off counters when no one and nothing were near them. I once saw a figure leaning in the doorway of my room, too.

All that was weird but not creepy enough to make me think, "Oh, ghosts. Of course!" It's an old house, it makes noise, I was a kid and probably saw my mom checking in on us, etc.

The one thing that did creep me out happened when I was in 8th grade and had a friend over for a sleepover: we were sleeping in cots set up in the basement, about five feet away from each other. The bedrooms were on the main floor, and my parents and brother were upstairs.

I woke up in the middle of the night to see a man standing over my friend, just looking at her. After about thirty seconds, he turned and, without a glance at me, opened the door to the bathroom (I saw then that the bathroom light was on, and very bright), walked in, then closed the door behind him. Thinking it was my brother, I shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

When I asked him the next day why he had come downstairs when we had a closer bathroom on the main floor, he told me he hadn't even woken up during the night. Creepy.