The Spookiest Thing That Has Happened to Me 13

Are you ready for a spooky story? How about several spooky stories?

With Halloween about a week away, we thought it would be fun to share our “real life” spooky stories with you. Pour yourself a cup of hot cocoa, sit back, and relax while you read our stories…

My now, grown children think I’m a bit psychic. I like to think I’m just very alert to my surroundings and what’s going on with my family. But, sometimes it does get a little creepy. I recently, in the last few years, found out that my Son has the same “alertness”. Before he purchased his home, which was built in 1890 he wanted to take us to see it before he signed the contract. We were thrilled to go with him. When we finished touring the house, he asked “Mama, did you feel anything”. Nope, not a thing. It felt like a happy house, no bad vibes at all. So far, it’s been just that, a Happy House. He later admitted he didn’t “feel” anything, either. He just wanted a 2nd opinion.

My first “moment” for a better lack of terms was thirty some years ago, when we were searching for our first home. We met with an agent and he showed us several houses that day, it was a cool, cloudy day. In one house, it appeared that the previous owners had moved out in a hurry, they had left behind some trash and boxes on the counter. The house was empty of all furniture, except one bedroom had a recliner type chair, with its back facing the door. It was sitting in the middle of the floor. As soon as I walked in that room, I could feel “something”, something bad. I immediately went outside. Later, my husband and I had long discussions, and yes he felt it too. We never found out what happened in that house, but neither of us wanted any part of it. We ended up buying a wooded lot, and built a new house. New houses don’t have ghost, do they? Well that story will have to wait until another day.

Mimi, CreekLifeTreasures

When my oldest grandson was very young (think 9 months to a year old) he started pointing to a corner of his bedroom and saying “Moc, Moc”. As he got older and learned to talk he would tell his mom that the wolf had come to play with him in his bedroom. She would ask where he was and he would point to the same corner of his room each time. When she would ask what he looked like his reply would be “He’s the wolf, big, with lots of hair”. As he grew he would sometimes say the wolf was scaring him and his mom would walk in his room and reprimand the invisible wolf in the corner. Then he would go back and play, happy that the wolf was no longer scaring him.

One day while sorting through old family photos, my grandson stopped his mom with his excited voice “Mommy, mommy, wait, that’s the wolf, that’s the wolf!” My daughter immediately got shivers up her spine. Her son was looking at a picture of her father, his grandfather, who had passed away 5 years before he was born. The wolf or “Moc” turned out to be grandpa watching over him.

Pam, VintageRenude and VintageRenude.com

The first time it happened I didn’t think much about it, but by the third…well, I’ll let you decide. At the time, I lived on a farm in South Central Kentucky, where my husband and I raised our two children. Part of the “back-to-the-earth” movement, we bought an old family farm, with lots of cleared land and vast stretches of wooded land around us. The word, “secluded,” now seems an understatement. Anyway, on this morning I had seen my kids onto the school bus, and my husband had gone out to work on our new farrowing house. The previous night had been a fitful one, so I snuggled back in bed for some sweet sleep.

Do you know that overly-tired and weary feeling that when you settle your head on the pillow you seem to melt into it? I recall that melting feeling as I lay down with the gentle wave of our waterbed. Of course we had a waterbed ~ the ‘70s, remember? I must have fallen into a deep slumber. As I remember it, at some point I felt myself struggling to lift upward and away from something, with the sensation of being caught by some force, pulling me back ~ like a super thick molasses but not as sweet. I continued to struggle, straining myself up, up, and up, until I was able to turn my head sideways and downward to see my own face. It seemed I remained in that position for a good while, but when I finally woke up a mere 15 minutes had passed. I remember, too, thinking of the face on the pillow as, “She,” and, “Her,” as in, “look at her, she’s sleeping,” and, “she doesn’t know I’m leaving.” As nutty as this sounds, when I awoke, I remembered every bit of it ~ the heavy weight of pulling up, the turning of my head and looking down on myself, and referring to myself in the third person. I wrote it down.

Years later, again at siesta time, the experience repeated itself, with an even more intense sense of “leaving.” I had put a small daybed in our country kitchen for my husband’s grandmother who often needed to rest when visiting. I found a darling, antique frame at a barn sale, cleaned it up, and made a coverlet and pillows ~ Stella loved it. The daybed allowed her to stay in our company to doze as she pleased. On this day, I had been canning beans and became very tired and lay down, just to rest my eyes. Upon awaking, I knew something was weird, because this time I recalled rising far enough to feel separated from my body at the shoulders and was able to look around the room, noticing “her” jars of pole beans, freshly canned and cooling on racks, and thought, “she needs to get up and bake that piglickin’-good cake.” I had the feeling this would not be the last, so I wrote it down.

My latest “out-of-body experience” took place 15 years ago, again while napping. I really need to cut that out! Stretching out for a few winks, I fell into a deep, deep sleep. Lying on my side, I started pulling, just as in the past two episodes, but with less of a struggle. Almost with ease, I pulled myself out so that my faces were parallel, outward still more, separating at the breast and shoulders to the point where I could twist at the waist, almost sitting up, but not quite. Again, I took in my surroundings, and looking back at my body, I said, “I could leave, now, but she doesn’t know.” Afterward, I told my diary of the profound and entwined senses of joy and sadness that had overpowered me during the experience. The out-of-body me felt conflicted about leaving and about staying. As if it were yesterday, I remember the conflict and the decision to stay, easing back into my naptime self.

Naps no longer enjoy a spot in my schedule, no matter how weary I may be, yet a macabre curiosity and yearning to feel those sensations linger. What would it be, I ask myself (which?) to lift totally free of myself? Would I even know it? Which is the true self ~ both? To this day, Dear Reader, I have no answers, so I leave it to you, as E. A. Poe would offer, to determine my state of mind and veracity, for I have written it down.

Betty, PlumsandHoney and PlumsandHoneyVintage

This doesn’t exactly qualify as “spooky,” but here goes. During the week after my Mom passed away last October, two curious things happened that make me wonder.

The first is that a highly unusual number of light bulbs in our home burnt out…so many in fact that my husband remarked on it several times. (And he is not one to pay attention to these things…I am the official light bulb buyer and changer.) When the first few bulbs burnt out, I thought nothing of it. But it kept happening all week. I really took notice of how strange this was when the next bulb to burn out that week was one of my car headlights.

The second thing that happened that week is that a bird flew into our house. Again, I didn’t think too much of it at the time. My only concern was to help the frightened little bird get back outdoors safely. I didn’t want to chase it around with a broom and cause it any undue stress or harm. I closed the door to the room that it was in and quickly did some online research. I read that the best thing to do was to turn off any lights in that room, open one window, lower the shade on the other window, close the door, and leave the bird alone. It would fly towards the light and through the open window once the sun began to go down and the room darkened. So that’s exactly what I did. And when I opened the door to that room soon after dark, the little bird was gone. It had flown towards the light.

Perhaps these were signs from Mom that though her earthly light had gone out, she had flown toward the heavenly light and was okay. I like to think so…and I hope so.

Loretta, MoonstruckCottage

I was 10 years old when my grandmother passed away. It was one day in May…

As always in France, we celebrated the end of the school year in June. A primary school helping children with Down Syndrome was located not so far from home. Like every year, the school held its Annual Fair in June. I remember that I had never seen such creativity from children, anywhere else around, including in my primary school. Various games during the day, and one of the games was about to sign our name on a table on which were pre-registered various boys and girls first names, so, we had to choose the one we liked. First, I did not pay attention to the teacher walking around with his table. But suddenly, looking at the table, I did feel a very strong emotion when I saw the first names on the table, and especially the name of “Amélie”…

I remember I felt very strange like never before. I was just 10 and I could hear a “voice” from deep inside suggesting me, as a strong evidence, to participate and to sign my name on cell of table marked Amélie. I asked a few centimes of francs to my elder to pay and register my name.

All day long, I was convinced I should be the winner at the end of the day. I knew prize won which was a pretty little rag doll would be mine. What’s next? 🙂  At the end of the day, while many visitors returned home, I have been waiting my “reward”. The Director of the School finally called my name. No one could imagine what happened to me that day. I kept silence. I just knew that the little rag doll would be mine. That was an absolute certainty. I kept my rag doll for 20 years along… Now, she is gone…

Solveig, VintageFindsFrance

I was spending the night at my cousins house and she put me in the “Raggedy Ann” room. Now I have this thing with doll eyes and them looking at you, but Raggedy Ann dolls are cute, right? 

She had a massive collection of all things Raggedy Ann, and this room had shelves lined with her dolls at the top of the walls and all around the room.

The day bed was in front of the window – so I went to bed that night and had the window open with a nice spring breeze blowing in.

Well… some time during the night a storm blew in, and all of a sudden the curtains were blowing and there was thunder and lightning – and those Raggedy Ann dolls were flying off of the shelves and down into the bed with me!!!

The dolls in my mind now looked like this one…

Yep, I screamed like a baby and went flying from the room! Ha Ha Ha!

My family thought it was hilarious that I spent the rest of the night on the couch.

Tina, GirlPickers and GirlPickers.com

I bought a sake set at a garage sale. A gorgeous black and white swirl marble set in mint condition. It was made around the 70s so not too old. I carefully brought the set home and placed it on a shelf in a safe matter so that I can do some research on it. When I was done, I carefully took the set off the shelf and set it on the table to take pictures. At first it wouldn’t let me. The pictures came out blurry or dark. Unfazed by this, I simply rearranged the set thinking that the light would hit it differently. Well a cup rolled – not sure how – and it chipped. Then another cup chipped – not sure how that happened either. Needless to say that set went back on the shelf.

The kids say they feel a male spirit. A kind man they say.

Gina, GinasVintageShop

P.S. I don’t think the spirit that I’m writing about wanted me to tell the story. I was just finishing writing my story, and at the end I said I think it’s time I get rid of the set. I was going to hit send and there was a glitch, and the story didn’t send – I had to rewrite and start over. I think I hurt his feelings a little.

Boy! This is a tough one! I’ve had LOTS of spooky things happen to me in my life. Everything from dreams that predict things that actually end up happening, to lucid dreams of close family and friends who have passed.

One spooky thing that happened to me was when I was 15. New neighbors moved in to the house next door, and I was their new babysitter. But before I tell you what happened there one night, I have to give you some background on that house.

I grew up next to this house. I had never been inside the house before, not even in the yard. You see, the couple that lived there before the new neighbors moved in were an elderly couple that hated children. So much so, that they put up a cyclone fence – upside down! The prickly points that typically go into the ground were pointing straight up! Very unsafe (just ask my brother who dared to climb over that fence one time to retrieve a ball that landed in that yard and ended up slipping and ripping his chin open). My family was very active outdoors, and my brothers and I were always playing in the yard along with our neighborhood friends – our yard was the “hub” where everyone hung out. We tried very hard to not let balls go over that fence, because when they did (and because of what happened to my brother), no one wanted to climb the fence and face the meanness of Gideon (the man who lived there). Instead, Gideon just kept our balls and yelled at us. We rarely saw his wife – she seemed to stay indoors all the time. Hopefully you get the picture – this was not a nice man. One day, police officers came to our door to ask if we knew where Gideon was or if we had seen him lately. His wife had been in the hospital for a surgery, and she hadn’t been able to reach him in over a week. She called the police to check on him. Since Gideon kept to himself, none of the neighbors knew anything about his whereabouts. The police couldn’t get an answer while knocking at his door, so they ended up breaking in. Ends up, Gideon had passed away in his bed shortly after his wife went to the hospital and had not been found until the police arrived (more than a week later).

After the house was cleaned, his wife sold the house and our new neighbors moved in. They were a young couple with two young daughters. We became friends instantly and I was thrilled to be their new babysitter.

So, let’s go back to the spooky night… I was babysitting in that house. The two girls were sleeping and I was sitting in the living room watching television. Next door at my house, my aunt and uncle and cousin stopped in for a very unexpected visit. They happened to be in town and stopped by to say “hi”. We hadn’t seen them since I was much younger. My parents told my cousin to surprise me and go visit me while I was babysitting, so her and I sat in the living room catching up while the girls slept. My cousin was sitting on the couch facing me, and my back was to the hallway that led to the bedrooms where the girls were sleeping (a rambler). While my cousin and I were excitedly talking, all of a sudden my cousin stopped, and whispered to me “Who is that guy”? I asked her “What guy?”. There was no guy in the house – only me, my cousin, and the two little girls I was babysitting. My cousin said “The guy with the grey hair. He just walked out of that room and went into a room across the hall”. My face must have gone ghost white, as my cousin looked at me and said “What’s wrong?”. I told her there was no guy in the house – only us. She was adamant about the “guy” she saw and described him. I told her about Gideon and how he died in the house. I told her the room she mentioned had been his bedroom (his wife slept in the room at the end of the hall). The room across the hall from his bedroom was the bathroom. My cousin didn’t believe me and waited for the “guy” to come out of the bathroom. When nothing happened, she became spooked and decided to leave and go back to my house. I asked her to stay with me, practically begged her to stay, but she was too afraid. There I sat. For hours. Alone. Waiting for the parents of the two girls to come home. I never saw what my cousin saw, but there was NO way she could have known about Gideon. We hadn’t seen each other in many years, and she had only been to my house once before when she was around 9 years old. When the parents came home, I typically would sit and visit with them for a while, but I was very anxious to get home that night!

Days later, the mom of the two girls and I were talking. I ended up telling her what had happened, and I told her the background about the evil Gideon and how he hated kids. Neither her or her husband knew that someone had died in that house (their bedroom) when they bought it. She asked me not to tell her husband, because she was sure he would want to move right away if he knew someone had died in their house.

It was a spooky night!

JD, ThirdShift and ThirdShiftVintage.com

There were strange happenings in the house where I grew up. That’s where the spookiest things that ever happened to me took place.

Sometimes late at night you could hear people talking and scraping chairs on what sounded like a hardwood floor in the living room, but the room was carpeted. And if you went and looked into the room the noises would stop and no one was there.

When any of us came in late at night and turned our backs to the living room to walk down the hallway to the family room we got a very creepy feeling that someone was watching us. I remember coming home from dates and running down the hall into the family room. And just as would I come to the end of the hall and turn the corner, the feeling would disappear. Then there was the woman in a long white gown that my Mom saw in the hallway one night after everyone else was in bed.

Things like that happened off and on over the years. But one of the the scariest incidents was late one night when I was sound asleep in my bed. I heard a huge crashing sound that shook my room. I leaped out of bed, I was sure a car had crashed into my bedroom wall. Heart pounding I looked out my bedroom window. . . nothing was there, the wall was undamaged. After I married and moved away from home my mom would sleep in my old room whenever she was sick. She heard the same horrible crashing sound that I had.

And the time I decided to use a Ouija board in the living room? Well, let’s just say that was the last time I touched one. And while I have very fond memories of that house and my growing up years, I hope I never live in a house with “spirits” again.

Tina, CherryPrairie