This story I’m about to tell you happened a few years ago, when me& a couple of my friends were still in high school.
I’ve always had a vast interest in the paranormal. When I was in high school, I made a friend named Danielle who was just as interested in it as I was and we would willingly go out of our way to explore abandoned houses and churches in my neighborhood. There is a road that is not too far from my mother’s house with no street sign, just a sign that says “666”. It’s sort of hidden way, but we drove everywhere as teens so it didn’t really bother us. It was a narrow dirt road with very few houses on it. Danielle& I had been down that street before, doing our exploring. There was a house that we “investigated” that had burned to a crisp a few years back. All we found were baby shoes and children’s toys all over the yard. Nothing really happened so we left and forgot about it.
On Thursdays, our school would end class at 11am, so we would go joy-riding around town on those days. I was with Danielle and another friend of mine named Katie, who was quite skeptic of our “investigations”. We would tell her what we saw, or what we felt when we explored but she never bought it.
Until this specific Thursday. We decided we would go down the “666” street to show Katie the house we explored. To our surprise, the ash and remains of the house were gone. No sign of anything we’d seen not even a week before. We drove past the empty lot down to the end of the street. Suddenly, Danielle’s car stalled out. It was an old car, so it happened frequently. Katie who was sitting in the back seat quietly this whole time, suddenly said with fear in her voice, “Guys… We need to go.” and I turned around in the passenger seat to see what was the matter. Out of the back window, just a few feet away from the car, I saw a little old man. He had no color in his face. He was in a hospital gown, he was pushing an IV and he was slowly making his way towards the car. Danielle abruptly tried to get the car to start, yanking the key in the ignition over& over again in a panic. His face was just blank and expressionless. Honestly, he looked dead. Finally, the car started and Danielle skidded off, but she stopped halfway down the street. We looked out the back window and like magic, he was just gone. I mean, this guy was old, so there’s no way he would’ve walked back to where ever he came from that quickly. Relieved, but confused, we slowly drove down the long narrow road to the exit. And just then. Katie, from the backseat, let out a gasp.
Out of the back window, there he was again. Standing a few feet away from our car. Danielle stepped on the gas and we never went down that street again. Needless to say, Katie never doubted the stories we told her after that.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Thanks for sharing the scares!
Back in the day I was friend with a girl, N., who claimed her previous home was haunted and that she could feel the presence of ghosts and sometimes even saw one. Luckily, the scariest thing about my own house were the spiders in the basement - nothing paranormal, my house had no known history of being haunted. So far.
One afternoon, N. and I were playing badminton outside, but it quickly got too windy so we retreated to the old big shack right behind my house. I played with my back facing the only window (one of those long narrow windows near the ceiling) , and my friend N. was opposite me, facing the window. After just two minutes of playing, she suddenly screamed: ‘there’s a man!’ I thought it must be one of my Uncles, so I turned around and saw nothing. N. started screaming and crying and begging me to get away from the window. ‘There’s a white man staring inside!’
Of course, I didn’t believe it, because I couldn’t even see it myself, but she was so convinced of what she was seeing that she got me very frightened as well. Once I’d calmed her down and eventually she claimed the man’s image had disappeared again. She saw a face that was completely white, with a hawk-like nose, and that he wore some sort of white hood and appeared to be floating (otherwise he couldn’t have reached that one high window). I was freaked out as fuck and parked my bike outside of the shack for at least a month. My friend refused to enter through the back door, claiming she felt a presence that didn’t want her there.
A couple of weeks later, I told this story to my Mum, who laughed and said: ‘that’s funny, when you were a kid you would play with an imaginary man in the garden, and you called him White Feather the Indian.“
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Thanks for sharing the scare!
You must realize that satan is a liar and the father of lies, and he comes only to steal, kill and destroy. Why, then, do you take his word as gospel truth? There is one gospel and one truth, and that is Jesus Christ’s. — Things I’m Learning
This isn’t something I experienced personally but is one of my friend’s experiences, which was verified by her mom.
When she was a baby her family lived in a really old house. Her nursery was down the hall from her mother’s bedroom, so it’s not as if she was in her sight constantly. Every night for a pretty long time she’d start crying suddenly. Not average “this baby is upset and needs some kind of care,” crying, but “this baby is practically screaming.” So her mother would go to the nursery and check on her, only to find scratches across her face. She had no clue where they came from, but after so long her mother finally brought out her deceased mother’s cross and hung it on my friend’s door, despite the family not being deeply religious.
That night she heard the faint sound of singing, so she went to check the nursery and cracked the door open, and this time she saw the spirit of her mother sitting in a chair next to the crib, singing to her daughter. My friend never had scratches on her face after that.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Wait, wow scratches on a baby would be terrifying for a parent. This was a weird sequence of events. Thanks for sharing the scares!
This happened to my uncle when I was about 14 years old, he told me what happened to him the morning after it occurred and I would never forget it because it was so chilling.
My uncle had stayed up late at night watching tv and reading when he heard the hanging doorway beads rustle from someone passing through them, quickly he looked up to see my younger cousin, Maxine out of bed and standing there in the doorway staring at him with piercing eyes.
Knowing that she had school in the morning he scolded her, “Max, get to bed.”
But she stayed there, very still as the doorway beads slowly swayed. He said she was wearing a white nightgown and white socks with frilly ribbons on her ankles. Her hair was long and black just like Maxine’s too. He became angry because she ignored his command.
“Max! I said get your ass to bed now!”
After another moment of her staring blankly at him he knew something wasn’t right here. He shut his eyes tight and rubbed them to make sure he wasn’t asleep or tripping out and when he opened them she was gone. He brushed it off and continued to stare at the tv, but just then Maxine came out of her room and into the doorway wearing completely different pajamas with messy hair and a drowsy expression.
“Dad, what are you talking about? I was already in bed.”
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Thanks for sharing the scares!