Guy Outside my sisters house
I’m 17 now but this happened when I was 13. I’ll be using fake names for privacy reasons. Just for some background my sister who I’m gonna call Sasha and I have a pretty big age gap ( 17 years) and she moved out and I would and still do go over to have sleepovers with her.
It was during the school holidays and her other half was working till midnight and it was her father in law’s birthday so she had to go over and say happy birthday and all the usual stuff. I didn’t really wanna go so she left me alone at her house at around 7pm and said she’ll be back in about 2 hours. I’ll add in she took her 1 year old son with her as this will come in mention later on for this let’s call him Chase. She left and I just ate tea and watched tv till it started getting dark outside. It was about 8:40 something at that point when I heard the front door trying to be opened it got to the point where it was shaking like someone was struggling to open it ( it was summer in Australia and the wind was non - existent so it couldn’t of been that) I thought it was Sasha trying to open the door while holding Chase at the same time so I yelled out “ Do u need some help opening the door” as soon as I said that the door stopped shaking and I got no reply. I called out again “ Do u still need help “ again no answer so I ended up messaging her asking her what’re you doing. She answered saying we just sang happy birthday I’m leaving now. I just sat there on the couch trying to make sense of how and why the door was shaking like that if she wasn’t there yet. I went over to the curtains and slightly opened it up to look out and see what it could’ve been. It was like 9pm by then and it was dark but I swear I saw someone trying to duck and crouch behind the neighbour’s letterbox. I saw the figure if someone standing up then crouching down when I opened the curtain. I left the window side and messaged Sasha asking how long she’s gonna be she responded I’m at the roundabout be home soon. Not long after she came home and I told her what happened she was freaked out about it like anyone would be. Her partner eventually came home and Sasha and I told him everything he said we’ll install a security system and cameras and see if the guy comes back. They didn’t call the cops cuz they thought they wouldn’t do much cuz nothing major happened but looking back on it I really should’ve called the cops after looking out the curtains as maybe they would’ve actually done something. Nothing like that ever happened again and they did get this big security system package installed. They moved house about a year later. It’s not a really scary story but it’s something I haven’t been able to forget over the years and I really do still wonder who was that trying to open the door or what made it shake so aggressively like it did.
It's definitely a chilling experience to have someone trying to enter your sister's house while you were there alone. It's good that you and your sister took steps to increase the security of the house and thankfully nothing else happened after that incident. It's always better to be safe than sorry, so it's understandable that you wish you had called the cops at the time. Hopefully, you never have to experience anything like that again.
My weird mug
Hey guys my name is Samuel. I want to tell you about a true story that happened to me when I was a child.
It was fall of the year, And my church was having a fall party. It wasn't a celebrate Halloween but it was pretty close to it. These events were held in November instead of October so that way nobody could never think that they had anything to do with Halloween LOL. There was a raffle at the church and I had entered in. And I won this little mug that had one of those packages of hot chocolate in it. And wrapped in plastic. It was one of those tall coffee cup mugs unique and intricate design of a snowy Forest with a barn and one kid and an adult holding hands and walking walk in the same direction.
This was my new favorite mug to use. I don't know what it was about that mug but I swear to God it made everything delicious. You can make hot chocolate in other cups but it never tasted the same. Plus what you got through drinking your drink you could just look at the painting only cup of the woods covered in snow. Which was really nice because I love snow being from the south and never really seeing it enough. I used to imagine myself playing in those woods. I used to imagine myself running through those woods. And having fun in the snow it was really quite magical when you just sit there and look at it. Fast forward a few years later.
I'm older I still love the cup. However one day I'm looking at the cup again letting my imagination take flight. And just looking at every single detail I noticed something odd. You see the two people they're heading towards something the adult and the child they're walking in the same direction towards what looks to be a gate. I thought it was very funny how like it's supposed to be a forest it's a painting after all everything about it is purposeful. I noticed up above this gate looking structure. Wasn't upside down pentagram in about that was a goat's head and there was ivy around it which is very weird because it's winter time. I find it very strange and odd but I push it to the back of my mind thinking it's just me being delusional and putting more thought into it than necessary.
Time goes on. The cup just doesn't taste the same anymore I stopped reaching for it as much. Time goes by and when I do use the cup I can't stop staring at the gate. There's just something creepy about how the adult is leading the child towards the gate. Almost like some sort of pan you can't see the face of the adult it's faces covered by a hood. But the child's you can see that it has hair . A show the cup to my parents and I explained to them what I see and I point out every single little detail to get another perspective. They find it creepy they find it weird my dad says I should destroy the cup. So I take it outside and destroy it with a hammer. But whenever I use a tall cup. I think about that cup what did it really mean.
That is definitely a creepy and unsettling experience with the mug. It's eerie how you noticed those strange and sinister details on the painting after using the mug for a while. It's good that you listened to your instincts and got rid of it. It's always better to trust your gut feeling in situations like that. It's strange how certain objects can have such an impact on us. Hopefully, you find a new favorite mug that doesn't have any hidden dark meanings.
The Monster That Married My Mom
This is a story that happened when I was very young. It started around the time I was 5 back in the 80's and was the beginning of the worse 5 years of my life. I was a teenage unplanned pregnancy, so my mom was a single mom for the first few years of my life. It wasn't too bad though. My mom and I were not alone. We lived with my mom's parents my grandparents. My mom's younger sister was also still living at home. We were safe and happy. Then my mom met a guy lets call him Joe for privacy purposes. Joe seemed like a dream come true, he was nice to me and my mom. He took us places and brought us gifts. It was awesome, and when he proposed my mom and I were both happy. They got married and my mom thought we would now be a happy family. We didn't know how wrong we were. It started off great at first we had left my grandparents and moved into a home together. We had some really good times, but things took a turn for the worse after the first few months. Joe had a really bad temper and it would come out when my mom or I upset him. He would yell, throw things, and break stuff. Then he started hitting my mom and me. He would punch and kick us. He got worse and worse. He started beating me up to get back at my mom. It was a nightmare for 3 years. My mom was to scared to leave him or tell on him. I was too small when I told people thought I was lying, because I wanted to go back to my grandparents house. The weirdest thing was Joe was a lot like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. We had some really good times vacations, holidays, and more. When he was nice it was amazing. When his other side came out it was hell. We did finally have something good and bad happen. My mom was pregnant. She was happy to be a mom again and I was excited to be a big brother. It was also bad though, because we were further tied to Joe and who knew what he would do to the baby. When my baby brother was born things were good for a while. We were pretty happy. I had withdrawn a lot though I stayed in my room watching t.v. and reading. I figured out of sight out of mind. I thought if I avoided Joe he wouldn't bother me. I should have continued this plan, but I was blinded with the happiness and peace that came with my brothers birth. It all started back one day, Joe had a toothache and was in a foul mood. He had been yelling at my mom all day. My brother was teething and had been fussy, so Joe was extra grumpy yelling at her to get the baby quiet. My mom called me to dinner and I walked out of my room. I was walking slowly and quietly, because I didn't want to make Joe anymore upset. Well I guess I went to slow and got in the way, because he got mad yelled and threw the remote control and hit me in the side of the head and eye. It was terrible I was bleeding and bruised. My mom had finally had enough and left him with me and my brother. We went to my grandparents house, they took pictures of my eye and called the police, but they wouldn't do anything. Social services investigated, but they didn't do anything either. We were happy at my grandparents and safe, but Joe was very slick. He called my mom and said the right words and after a while talked her into coming back with promises to be better. He actually was for a while, but then he went back to his old ways. He even tried to beat my brother. I took a lot of beatings for him, because I love him and wanted to protect him. It all came crashing down one December night when I was 9. My mom had forgotten to pay the phone bill and the phone got turned off. She was at work working a double 2nd and third shifts and Joe was due to go into the same plant for his 3rd shift in a different department. He was enraged when he found out the phone was off. He drug me out of bed and we drove up the store just up the road from our house. He called my mom at work on the pay phone. He was yelling and cussing at her about the phone bill. Then he said something that sent chills down my spine. He told her if she didn't get home in an hour he would kill me. I was terrified. We went back to the house and I went to my room. Joe kept ranting and raving. I was so scared he called me into the living room and attacked me. He was beating me with a belt all over. He grabbed me and threw me into a wall. He pulled the chin cabinet down on top of me. The he grabbed a broom and continued to beat me. The beating kept up on and off for several hours I was in pain and covered in bruises and blood. It was time for him to go to work. He got dressed to go and told me that if I went to school in the morning he would beat me when I got home. I guess he knew with all my wounds the school would do something. I was scared, but I needed help. I couldn't change out of my pajamas, because I hurt too much. I slowly limped my way to my bus stop barefoot and still in my incredible hulk pajamas. The bus driver pulled up open the door took one look at me and got me on the bus and immediately drove to school. Then everything moved so fast, before I knew it I was talking to social services and the police. They ended up taking me to my grandparents who got custody of me. I was happy to be with my grandparents whom I love and happy to be safe, but I missed my mom and my brother. Strangely enough the police never did anything to my step father it was a different time I guess. It was a few more years before my mom got the courage and left him, but she finally did. She ended up meeting a high school sweet heart and getting remarried, she and my brother finally had a happy life like I did and we were back in each others life. I found out later that my step father had been orphaned at the young age of 5 when his parents and older sister died when his dad's small plane crashed. He was then raised by a very physically and mentally abusive aunt and uncle. It doesn't excuse what he did, but it explains it. I eventually ran into him on social media. I forgave him and let go of the anger and hurt I had been holding onto. He had gotten a lot of mental help and seemed to be doing good. I convinced my brother to talk to him,because Joe was his biological dad and Joe had found his mom's family and extended members of his dad's family whom he lost touch with when his parents died. I told my brother that it would be good for him to meet some of his family from his father's side as he had never met them. I don't know mydad at all and would have loved to have that connection. As Joe continued to change and work hard to be better I strangely enough became his biggest cheer leader. He would come to me for advice or to get me to mediate between he and my brother if they bumped heads as their relationship tended to be rocky. My brother is like my mom he holds on to grudges a long time. I don't know who I am like being willing to forgive and forget. I know some of you will think I am crazy for forgiving him and actually helping him, but it really brought me an inner peace, and also I took pity on him for what he had been through as a child. That kind of trauma could turn anyone into a monster. Which is why I went to lots of therapy to help me get over mine
I'm sorry to hear about the incredibly difficult and traumatic experiences you went through as a child. It takes immense strength and courage to share your story and to work through the pain and trauma you endured. It's understandable that forgiveness and letting go of anger can bring inner peace and healing, even in the face of such horrific abuse. It's also admirable that you were able to see the humanity in Joe and understand the trauma he faced in his own past. Seeking therapy and taking steps towards healing and self-care is a vital part of the journey towards recovery. Your resilience and ability to find peace within yourself are truly inspiring. Thank you for sharing your story.
he tapping
This happens almost a year ago in late January- early February in 2023. It all started when me and my my friend who we will call bob decide to hang out and play some video games at my house, all is good we’ve been playing games for hours and having a good time until we decide to go to bed. Once we start to go to sleep we start hearing a tapping sound in the wall next to us we think nothing of it at first but then we here it again a few seconds later in the same pattern. It slowly starts to get faster over a 10 minute time span and the sounds are heard all around my room from my second floor window my door and my walls and the knocks got faster and faster until they stopped. Once they stopped a bright light came from directly from my window and we heard weird music playing leading up to the flash of light. When this was over I was shaking with fear and drenched in sweat but we both do eventually get to sleep. I’m the morning we tell my mom my step dad and my older step sister about this, to which my stepdad responds saying he eats tapping around the house before he went to bed too. When we heard this me and bob were freaked out now knowing we weren’t hearing things. But my friend bob had to go home and we hadn’t heard from the tapping in a few days. We schedule something with my other friend kaden the next weekend to go over to his house.When we had gone over to his house we had completely forgotten about what had happened the prior weekend. But around 7 o’clock we were watching YouTube and I point out I hear something the knocking… They say I’m crazy and they don’t hear anything until around 5 minutes later they start to hear it. The subtle knocking goes on for a while until we started playing games, we start hearing knocking out on the wall on the left side of the window, by this know me and bob are unfazed by the knocking and we have gotten used to it, so we decide to knock back. Then it all goes quiet for a second, then it sounds like someone is trying to break the wall down and we hear the loudest banging sound from his window. We are all scared by this but the rest of the night goes normally until we plan something for the next weekend at my friend bobs house. We expect this weekend to go normally with little concern of the knocking. The whole night is fine until we try to go to bed while we were sitting in his basement about to fall asleep we hear knocking from the small window fork his basement then we hear it form the wall behind of . The cycle repeated again getting faster and faster until it suddenly stopped and we never heard it again. This story is a true story that she happens to me and my friends the names have been changed to protect their privacy, but this is a completely true story.
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It sounds like you and your friends had some truly unsettling experiences with the mysterious tapping sounds and bright lights in your rooms. The repetitive nature of the tapping and its occurrence at different locations is definitely eerie. It's understandable that it would leave you feeling scared and uneasy. The fact that others in your household also experienced similar sounds adds to the mystery surrounding the events. It's good that you were able to support each other through these experiences and find ways to cope with the fear. It's definitely a chilling story, and I hope that the tapping and strange occurrences have ceased for good. Thank you for sharing your experience.
Entity in my brother's bed
My brother and I share a room. We live in New York City, so space is tight. My brother was accepted into college recently, so he me some next year freshman last night. His friend, who lives outside the city, was supposed to sleep in another room at our house after they all met up. I fell asleep before they got home. I woke up at ~3:45 A.M. to see my brother sleeping in his bed, however, there was something that looked like my brother's friend sleeping at the edge of his bed. In my tired state, I assumed that he decided to sleep in my brother's bed for some reason, and I just went back to bed.
I woke up pretty early this morning, around 7:30, so I was shocked when my brother's friend wasn't in my brother's bed. I went downstairs to make coffee, and he wasn't down there either. When my brother woke up, I asked him why his friend slept in his bed, and he said that his friend didn't even come to our house last night.
I know he's not lying, because I checked on snap map, and he was at his house. I'm certain that I saw him at the foot of my brother's bed. I've been pretty scared about what I saw last night. I haven't told anyone because it seems dumb. I'm kind of scared to go to bed tonight.
It's understandable to feel scared and unsettled by what you experienced. Seeing someone who wasn't actually there can be a frightening and confusing experience. It's important to trust your instincts and feelings about what you saw, even if it seems strange or unusual. It might help to talk to someone you trust about what you saw, whether it's a family member, friend, or even a professional like a therapist. Sometimes discussing these experiences can provide clarity and comfort. It's also a good idea to try to create a sense of safety and comfort in your room before going to bed, such as leaving a light on or having a comforting object nearby. Remember that it's okay to feel scared and that your feelings are valid. Take care of yourself and reach out for support if you need it.
Knives.
This is written in the style of fiction, but it's 100% true. It happened in 1987/1988.
The house I was renting was a murder house, nothing to do with this story, but yes. I rented a murder house for a while.
The people in the story are myself 'Lyca' and my best friend 'Joe'
Annyway, on with the story.
I'd been living in the Murder House around 4 months with no issues. (apart from me and Joe constantly pranking each other) Me and Joe were still working as Station Supervisors on the London Underground.
Anyways, we were great friends. We both 100% mutually friendzoned each other from the start, and we both shared a love of pranks. Sure they got a little out of hand sometimes, but it kept us both on our toes.
At 26 Joe was almost 7 years older than me and the only issue I had was that he would take my stuff sometimes. For instance if I bought a pizza and put it in the fridge for when I got home from work, I'd come home, open the fridge and see a note saying "Lyca, I took the pizza, here's £20 buy another one" and there would be a £20 paperclipped to the note he'd written in the fridge. He did it with everything, mostly when he'd had a few beers. He once drank a quarter bottle of brandy I'd been saving and I was so mad I'd punched him, right in the arm as hard as I could. Joe had just laughed and he had the kind of laugh that made me laugh too. Both of us never really took anything seriously for more than a minute.
Anyway the next time I bought brandy I put the bottle in the drawer under my bed so he couldn't get it. I'd gone to bed and was sleeping when suddenly I was woken up by my bed moving. Joe was was in my room, a little drunk and he was carefully (well as carefully as a big clumsy drunk could be) opening the drawer to get at my brandy.
He saw me open my eyes and started laughing... "shhhh just sleeeepppp" he mumbled "I'm just here for the brandy"
Somehow I managed to restrain myself from breaking the bottle over his big drunk head. I handed him the bottle with a tired, narky "just take it and go away" and he took it from me and stumbled out of my room.
The next night I shut and locked my bedroom door while I slept. I told him never to come in my room and wake me again like that.
A couple of nights later I was woken up by the sound of someone jiggling my door handle.
'Screw Joe' I thought. The door was locked so he couldn't get in. I ignored him for a while hoping he would give up but the door handle kept squeaking and moving.
I very quietly crept out of my bed and put my hand on the lock. I was planning on carefully unsnicking it, then wrenching the door open and throwing myself at an unsuspecting Joe screaming like a banshee. It would be so funny. I silently stifled a giggle, I remained deathly silent. It wouldn't work if he heard me unlock and open the door. I had one hand on the little lock ready to twist it and the other hand on the handle. I counted in my head, Three, two, one...
And right then I had a little thought that I was tired and didn't want to prank Joe after all. I'd go back to bed and pretend to be asleep and eventually he would stop fiddling with my door handle. So that's what I did. I got back in my warm bed and went off to sleep.
I was woken by Joe some hours later.
"Lyca" he shouted knocking on my door. "Come out of your room really carefully and don't freak out, don't touch anything, I've already called the police." He sounded different to how he usually sounded.
I carefully unlocked my door and slowly opened it. I looked outside of my room and noticed that every knife we had in the house was on the floor outside my room arranged in a semi circle facing my door. We both liked to cook and had two sets of deadly sharp chef's knives and a set of steak knives, and yeah, we had a lot of knives. And right now they were all on the landing carpet pointing directly at my bedroom door.
I asked Joe if he heard anything and if it was him trying to get in my room around 1am. He looked at me wide eyed and told me that he hadn't even been home all night. His shift had finished at 11pm and the night foreman hadn't shown up for his shift so Joe had volunteered to stay and do a double shift. He'd finished around 6am, arrived home to find a downstairs window had been forced open and lots of things moved around.
The police arrived and weren't even that bothered because no-one was hurt and nothing had been taken and nothing (apart from the lock on the window) was damaged.
But tons of things around the house were moved around and the way they were moved was like in weird shapes and patterns.
I shudder when I think of what could/would have happened if I would have wrenched the door open thinking it was joe.
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