Little bit of an introduction here, I got the idea for a thread like this from SA, their ghost story threads are magnificent.
First of all - It's possible that this could be considered a post your, but frankly I'm hoping it won't be the +1 inane copy and paste/chat bullshit that makes up the entirety of Fast Threads. Hopefully some interesting stories will get shared, which I reckon makes it GD material.
Second of all - [B]Sceptics[/B] - There is nothing wrong with being a sceptic in this thread, please do post if you believe you have a logical explanation for something that happened in a story. What the thread could do without is shitposting about how ghosts aren't real and if you believe it you're stupid. The GD rules back this up, if you think it's shit there's no need to shit all over the thread.
Thirdly - [B]Fiction or Non-Fiction?[/B] There will more than likely be a few stories that just don't quite seem to sound genuine. While the thread is mainly about genuine experiences, there's nothing stopping people from posting complete fiction, and it'd be better if the thread wasn't filled up with thousands of people shouting "THIS SOUNDS FAKE".
^ Not that I'm trying to backseat mod, just hoping that some guidelines keep the thread halfway productive.
Without any further adieu, the first of a few short stories of my experiences.
[B]So what the fuck are you doing next to my bed?[/B]
It was 2 years ago, and I was still in school, what'd be referred to as High School in America. It was the easter break, which naturally means that schoolkids get tons of time off while no-one else does, it wasn't uncommon for me to be in the house alone for the majority of the day. This story actually takes place a foot away from where I'm typing this, in my bed.
It was a pretty average day off, I'd slept till 12, gone out with my friends to play some rugby. Had a cheeky can of lager like the excitable teen I was, and gone back home because I was tired. This doesn't mean I was drunk by the way, just one can while we were out. So I get home, and my dad's gone to the pub, I go to sleep, and everything seems to be normal.
Then suddenly I awake. I feel something, it's something that can't really be explained until you experience it, but there was just a tangible feeling that something was off. I couldn't see anything, or feel anything, but the air felt heavy and I was wide awake. I can see the clock from where I'm laid, 2:00, I might have heard my father coming back from the pub, I go with that explanation and close my eyes to try to get some shut eye.
That's when I noticed it, how had I not before? To my left is a closet, it's about a meter away from my head, and was never particularly menacing, but it's unmistakeable. I can hear breathing, it's slow, it's quiet, but it's definitely there. At this point I'm in fight or flight mode, there's something in my fucking closet, and I'm not getting pushed around in my own bed, I'm opening the bastard right now.
I lean over the gap between my bed and the closet and place my hand on the handle when I realise something. With my head next to the closet I notice that the breathing isn't actually coming from the closet at all. It's coming from, oh fuck, oh fucking no, I can only imagine I looked like a ghost myself from how ill the realisation made me. I look down and there it is.
It's a man, he's knelt down on all fours beside my bed, so that his head is mere inches from the floor. The bright blue alarm clock doesn't give a startling amount of detail, but he seemed to be wearing a dirty yellow tanktop, and what looked like tracksuit bottoms. He had short hair, but I couldn't see his face as I was right above him, granted I didn't want to see his goddamn face. I stayed where I was, absolutely and completely shitting myself, I was beginning to sweat, I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes, I don't want this to carry on anymore.
It starts getting faster, the slow, gentle breathing is gaining speed and becoming louder, I'm shaking so much I'm surprised I didn't fall down there with him. I don't know when I decided, but I just decided the breathing was getting fast enough for me to get the [B]fuck[/B] out of there, without a second of hesitation I bolt for the door, rag it open and fly down the stairs as quickly as my legs will take me.
It's a bit of an anti-climax, but I just slept downstairs on the sofa that night with all the lights on, and nothing of the sort has ever happened again. This might have something to do with having to move my bed over that spot when I got a new computer desk though.
Hope you enjoyed what may be a pretty tame story by ghost story standards, but a genuinely terrifying experience for me. I hope that there are enough people who have had experiences who are willing to share them.
Also I'm a bit of a sceptic as well, I will always try to look for a logical answer, but I can't explain what I saw. I'll post some of my other stories once a few more people post.
This one time, i thought i saw a ghost watching me masturbate
this one time i felt a ghost were in my house then i called the ones u gonna call (who are they???)
and then it was gone
This could be explained as that thing where u wake up but you are only half awake and your mind messes with what you are seeing, i can't remember what it is called.
When i was on holiday to ireland we stayed on this farm, i woke up one morning and i could do nothing but look directly at the bottom of my bed and i could hear the very loud noise of wind being caught in like an open window, i saw a strange figure to the right of the bed near the door but as i was looking directly forward it was blurred, whenever i think about it i get the image of Vivian from dawn of the dead opening, pretty terrifying :P
I'm getting a bit anxious and looking around me now just writing about it, guess i'm just a wimp.
Well not exactly a ghost story but something strange that happened to me:
It was 1997 or 98 I can't really remember exactly when, anyways one night I had a dream, I was walking around a place, one thing I do remember is it being quite hot and I still remember quite well what it looked like; normally I do not remember much of my dreams but this one stuck very well.
A few years later, must have been 2001 I think, I went on holiday to America, Florida with my mum and sister, after being there a day or so we went to look around the local area and we came to this block of shops, I recognized this from my dream immediately and as far as I'm aware it matched the place I dreamed of exactly; I of course told my mum but she did not believe me.
I still can't explain it, for some reason I dreamed of a place over 3,000 miles away I would visit years later; I've not had any other strange experiences.
one time i masturbated
[QUOTE=jbdahut;14978155]one time i masturbated[/QUOTE]
Get out.
I think your mind was just playing tricks with you.
The world works logically, there is no such thing as ghosts.
What makes you think someone can still be on earth after they die?
I was in my bed and i looked out the window and i saw GMAN then i ran away crying but i was naked so i died
wat
[QUOTE=phill977;14978229]I think your mind was just playing tricks with you.
The world works logically, there is no such thing as ghosts.
What makes you think someone can still be on earth after they die?[/QUOTE]
Nothing does, and it probably was my mind merely playing tricks on me, but it didn't make it any less real. Because it was my mind playing tricks on me it felt real, the fear was real, what I saw seemed real, what I heard felt real. So frankly it was just as scary as if ghosts were real.
I say ghost stories in a pretty loose term, whether you believe they're actually ghosts, tricks of the mind, tricks of the light, whatever. I know I get a lot of entertainment reading other people's ghost stories, just like watching ghost movies.
[QUOTE=phill977;14978229]I think your mind was just playing tricks with you.
The world works logically, there is no such thing as ghosts.
What makes you think someone can still be on earth after they die?[/QUOTE]
Despite all our scientific knowledge we still don't understand fully how the human brain or our universe works, we can't say ghost are real and we can't say we are 100% sure they don't exist.
One time I realised that the human brain can construct some pretty fucked up and scary hallucinations or falsely percieved images and sounds.
IMO ghosts don't exist cause there's no proof of their direct existence, and all these "ghost hunters" are either just in it for the TV cash/for the lulz/because they are fucking dumb.
Paranormal events don't exist. And ghosts don't exist.
[QUOTE=Slippers;14978465]Paranormal events don't exist. And ghosts don't exist.[/QUOTE]
Care to explain my story then ? because I sure can't.
Wow, what a coincidence. Yesterday, I was searching if there were any ghost threads around Facepunch recently. There were none, then today, there happened to be a ghost thread made.
That's my strange experience. I'm serious. It's happened to me many times and it started back in 2006 when I "saw" my long lost friend and I meet after school. The next day after school, I happened to see him after school and we greeted each other.
Oh and this stuff happens to me all the time. Like I can see into the future or make up what's gonna happen in the future. I don't do it purposely though. It's like, you think of something but that thought goes away immediately or you never stop and think about that thought, you don't really care about what you were thinking about. Then, it just happens. Not sure if this happens to everyone, but I know it happens to me.
a few years ago, when counter strike source and half-life 2 deathmatch were the most played games
i was playing hl2dm at 3 am, i have to move my computer to the living room, because my room was being painted.
so
i was playing, when suddenly the door of the bathroom opens itself! and i see a figure like a woman in a black dress holding something like a chest, and she walked like 3 feet and disappear in the air...
i was fucking scared, but i continued playing like nothing happened.
heres a pic
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also, thread music:
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So let me get this straight, you had a dirty old man kneeling on all fours right under you and all you did was go to sleep on the sofa and not call the cops or anything?
I'm guessing it was just some lonely hobo who was looking for some company and was going to leave before you woke up but then you woke up too quickly and scared the poor guy away. He then went on to commit suicide.
A perfectly logical solution.
That or it was a fucking criminal who could have harmed you and you just slept on the sofa. :raise:
When I was a baby I slept in my parents room. I don't remember exactly, but I do remember an old woman.
Apparently my mum would hear me whining or being restless and then suddenly I'd laugh, or giggle. She also says she heard a woman going 'Sh, sh, sh' like hushing me or something.
Then I got my own room, and my brother slept in my parents' room. He saw the same woman.
Ages later we began to redecorate everything, and under the floorboards of my parents' room were a load of old newspapers, some old woman's clothes, like a shawl and some other stuff, and a girl's doll.
That's the only time I've actually seen something paranormal and not had a logical explanation.
[QUOTE=Echidna666;14978650]When I was a baby I slept in my parents room. I don't remember exactly, but I do remember an old woman.
Apparently my mum would hear me whining or being restless and then suddenly I'd laugh, or giggle. She also says she heard a woman going 'Sh, sh, sh' like hushing me or something.
Then I got my own room, and my brother slept in my parents' room. He saw the same woman.
Ages later we began to redecorate everything, and under the floorboards of my parents' room were a load of old newspapers, some old woman's clothes, like a shawl and some other stuff, and a girl's doll.[/QUOTE]
This sounds like one of those stories your parents make up to scare you.
They're probably having a good old laugh at you as we speak.
I've never had an experience that can't be explained through reason.
[QUOTE=NinjaPanda;14978678]This sounds like one of those stories your parents make up to scare you.
They're probably having a good old laugh at you as we speak.[/QUOTE]
But it didn't scare me...or my brother.
If anything it was them that were worried.
It was probably just a Hunter who wasn't dressed properly. You should be glad the player was AFK, you might have been pounced!
[QUOTE=Skippy Sigma;14978694]I've never had an experience that can't be explained through reason.[/QUOTE]
I wake up in the middle of the night and see a strange dark mass at my doorway appearing to be facing my direction.
Suddenly I remember the age old technique passed down throughout my family and slap myself hard across the face, I'm startled but soon I'm wide awake.
The blob's gone and all is well, cool story eh?
Must have been Ghosts and the sound of me slapping my face scared them off.
Explain that one Skeptics!
[QUOTE]But it didn't scare me...or my brother.
If anything it was them that were worried. [/QUOTE]
You were not even slightly worried that some Old woman was being allowed access to your bedroom at night to coo you to sleep?
I would have questioned my parents method of parenting to be honest.
[QUOTE=Chryseus;14978501]Care to explain my story then ? because I sure can't.[/QUOTE]
Your brain can do some weird and scary things.
End of story until proven otherwise.
[QUOTE=NinjaPanda;14978759]I wake up in the middle of the night and see a strange dark mass at my doorway appearing to be facing my direction.
Suddenly I remember the age old technique passed down throughout my family and slap myself hard across the face, I'm startled but soon I'm wide awake.
The blob's gone and all is well, cool story eh?
Must have been Ghosts and the sound of me slapping my face scared them off.
Explain that one Skeptics![/QUOTE]
Although your sarcasm is extremely obvious, if you are at least serious about the "blob", then that's probably night terrors.
Once I was driving in a car with my parents. I was sitting in the front and I looked at this old building.
There was a circle-shaped window, and when I looked at it, I could see a man or something staring at me. I put my head down and started shitting bricks....
[QUOTE=A-Bomb;14978794]Although your sarcasm is extremely obvious, if you are at least serious about the "blob", then that's probably night terrors.[/QUOTE]
Sarcasm?
What sarcasm?
/sarcasm
This is sarcastic. /sarcasm
[QUOTE=phill977;14978229]I think your mind was just playing tricks with you.
The world works logically, there is no such thing as ghosts.
What makes you think someone can still be on earth after they die?[/QUOTE]
What makes you think they cant?
[QUOTE=hl2poo;14978927]This is sarcastic. /sarcasm[/QUOTE]
You just blew my mind.
And I think that my extreme skepticism regarding these matters is coming off quite heavily in this thread...
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