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Submitted to us by OP: Kasey on Facebook – The…

Submitted to us by OP: Kasey on Facebook – They went on a ghost hunt about 2 years ago in a graveyard at Henryville, IN. They snapped a couple photos and this is the first picture. I brightened it and to me it looks  like someone leaning against something in the distance. What are all of your thoughts? (Via: Facebook Submission)

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Little spook

“A while ago, I was into dungeons and dragons. I was on a discord call with one of my friends when I dropped my favorite d20. I looked for it, but it wasn’t anywhere. Tore my room apart. I gave up, pulled out another and kept playing. I went downstairs a few hours later and, directly under where I had dropped it in my room, it was sitting perched on the TV table. It was on 20. I asked my parents and sister, but nobody touched it. I saw that table several times before I found the die, and it wasn’t there.”

By: @j-curly-fry

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Little spook

“A while ago, I was into dungeons and dragons. I was on a discord call with one of my friends when I dropped my favorite d20. I looked for it, but it wasn’t anywhere. Tore my room apart. I gave up, pulled out another and kept playing. I went downstairs a few hours later and, directly under where I had dropped it in my room, it was sitting perched on the TV table. It was on 20. I asked my parents and sister, but nobody touched it. I saw that table several times before I found the die, and it wasn’t there.”

By: @j-curly-fry

I played Patsy Jefferson at her house, and her…

“A couple years back, Monticello had their first reenactment and I was chosen to play Patsy Jefferson, their eldest daughter. So after the first one of the weekend, one of my fellow reenactors takes me to explore the places under Monticello, and at one point, he takes a picture of me where the light shows me perfectly, no shadows, no nothing, but the rest is dark. 

After he takes the picture, we look at it to find shadows on my face that weren’t there before, they also looked like a skeletal face had covered mine. It still amazes us to this day.”

By: @mackie-winchester

I played Patsy Jefferson at her house, and her…

“A couple years back, Monticello had their first reenactment and I was chosen to play Patsy Jefferson, their eldest daughter. So after the first one of the weekend, one of my fellow reenactors takes me to explore the places under Monticello, and at one point, he takes a picture of me where the light shows me perfectly, no shadows, no nothing, but the rest is dark. 

After he takes the picture, we look at it to find shadows on my face that weren’t there before, they also looked like a skeletal face had covered mine. It still amazes us to this day.”

By: @mackie-winchester

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“We used to live in a pretty old house from about the late 1800s or early 1900s. Keep in mind that I don’t typically believe in spirits, but my sister does and claims to be very perceptive and sees them often. 

It started out with just hearing creaks and footsteps, until one night at dinner, my sister’s eyes went completely blank. She started sobbing and talking about how she could “see her” and “she was trying to get in”. This freaked us all out a bit, but my sister is prone to panicking so we figured it might just be that. After this event, she couldn’t remember anything except the feeling of pure terror from that moment. 

A few days later, we heard a series of crashes. My sister keeps all her figurines and trinkets lined up on her windowsill, and something had knocked them all down in a domino-esque fashion while she’d been sleeping. She slept on a cot in my room from then on, with the door closed, but we’d hear banging on the door from the other side often. At one point, we left the door open, and I woke up with something sleeping next to me. I thought it was my dog until I looked up and nothing was there except for a dent on the bed like someone was laying down. I pushed the thing off and the dent went away. 

We had multiple people sleep over and claim that a little girl had gotten in bed with them. Some of them even asked if one of us had slept in their bed. After all this, we decided to research our house, and it turned out that a little girl was brutally killed by a man who used to live in our house in the early 1900s. A few days before we moved out (for unrelated reasons), I went up to my room to get my boxes. I saw a weird shadow and I heard a voice as clear as my own saying ‘it hurts, make them leave, kill them’ and other things like that. I said it was okay and it was over now before running down the stairs. 

Creepy ass Victorian houses. Damn.”

By: @neptunespearl

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“We used to live in a pretty old house from about the late 1800s or early 1900s. Keep in mind that I don’t typically believe in spirits, but my sister does and claims to be very perceptive and sees them often. 

It started out with just hearing creaks and footsteps, until one night at dinner, my sister’s eyes went completely blank. She started sobbing and talking about how she could “see her” and “she was trying to get in”. This freaked us all out a bit, but my sister is prone to panicking so we figured it might just be that. After this event, she couldn’t remember anything except the feeling of pure terror from that moment. 

A few days later, we heard a series of crashes. My sister keeps all her figurines and trinkets lined up on her windowsill, and something had knocked them all down in a domino-esque fashion while she’d been sleeping. She slept on a cot in my room from then on, with the door closed, but we’d hear banging on the door from the other side often. At one point, we left the door open, and I woke up with something sleeping next to me. I thought it was my dog until I looked up and nothing was there except for a dent on the bed like someone was laying down. I pushed the thing off and the dent went away. 

We had multiple people sleep over and claim that a little girl had gotten in bed with them. Some of them even asked if one of us had slept in their bed. After all this, we decided to research our house, and it turned out that a little girl was brutally killed by a man who used to live in our house in the early 1900s. A few days before we moved out (for unrelated reasons), I went up to my room to get my boxes. I saw a weird shadow and I heard a voice as clear as my own saying ‘it hurts, make them leave, kill them’ and other things like that. I said it was okay and it was over now before running down the stairs. 

Creepy ass Victorian houses. Damn.”

By: @neptunespearl

My Dad’s House

“So when I was a little girl, my mom and dad broke up because my dad wanted to be with his now Fiancé, Melanie. So they live in a safe neighborhood in the good part of North Carolina. I’ve always had paranormal experiences as a kid. I was 12 years old and I was with my little sister at the time.

So their house is two levels.The bedrooms and a bathroom were usptairs. So Leah (little sister) and I were in our bedroom with the door wide open around 2am. We were watching PBS kids and we heard footsteps running up and down the stairs. We thought it was nothing.

A hour goes by and I close the door, while Leah is asleep. But all of the sudden the door opens wide and I see this figure walking down the stairs. I couldn’t sleep that night and to this day I still hate going to his house.”

By: @bvx-besttt

My Dad’s House

“So when I was a little girl, my mom and dad broke up because my dad wanted to be with his now Fiancé, Melanie. So they live in a safe neighborhood in the good part of North Carolina. I’ve always had paranormal experiences as a kid. I was 12 years old and I was with my little sister at the time.

So their house is two levels.The bedrooms and a bathroom were usptairs. So Leah (little sister) and I were in our bedroom with the door wide open around 2am. We were watching PBS kids and we heard footsteps running up and down the stairs. We thought it was nothing.

A hour goes by and I close the door, while Leah is asleep. But all of the sudden the door opens wide and I see this figure walking down the stairs. I couldn’t sleep that night and to this day I still hate going to his house.”

By: @bvx-besttt

It Ain’t a Horror Story without Empty Public R…

“Warning: anti-climactic

So when I was a kid (age 6), my family and I went to church every Sunday. During service one day, I decided I had to use the bathroom, so I left to go upstairs where the restrooms were. It was incredibly quiet, since no one was in this part of the building but me.

The bathroom stalls were odd. In order to close the door, you had to pull on it and wedge it between the frame. It wasn’t difficult to do, I just thought it was weird.I don’t know if it was the angle or the way they were built, but the doors were always shut, whether someone was in the stall or not. Even if you left one open, it would slowly swing closed by itself.

I bent down to look under the first stall and saw no feet, so I chose that one. While I was finishing up in there, I started hearing a woman humming. I paused and listened because I was sure no one else was in there, but didn’t understand how I would hear her from outside the room either. It didn’t even sound like an actual song or tune. It sounded like cut off pieces of different songs, or like someone who seriously didn’t know what music really sounded like. At that point, I was thinking she must have entered the bathroom right after me and I hadn’t noticed. It seemed she was in the stall next to mine. I thought it was weird, but continued what I was doing. The humming stopped and I figured she left. As I buttoned my pants, I heard the humming again. Confused, I stopped and listened. She hadn’t left? I looked under the stall to try to see her shoes. Sometimes I could tell who people were based on their shoes. There were no feet next to my stall or next to that one. This restroom only had three, by the way. It was small.

I thought she was in front of the sinks. I left my stall to find no one in front of the sinks. The humming stopped. I crouched down to look under all three stalls. Nothing. I was washing my hands when I heard it again, and it was definitely coming from one of the stalls. I dried off and glanced outside the restroom to see if someone was in the hall. No one, and I could hear the priest in the other room speaking. Whatever I was hearing was not coming from the service.

I stepped back inside the restroom and glanced around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The humming had stopped again, but it was really bothering me that I couldn’t understand what was happening. I also wasn’t in a hurry to get back to the service, honestly. I stood in silence, and after a minute or two, the humming resumed. I crouched down and looked under the stalls again only to find nothing.

I approached the first stall, the one I had been in, and pushed the door open. It became quiet again. There was no one, but that was expected. The second one I was scared to inspect, but my curiosity was strong. I forced myself to open the second door and found nothing. My fear intensified at the thought of opening the third door, so I stood in front of it for a moment. I quickly pushed it open and skittered away from it, even though there was nothing there either.

I pressed myself against the far wall, panting and staring in confusion. There was absolutely nothing here. Maybe I had been imagining it because I was bored?

I heard the humming again, louder. It sounded like it was coming from the middle stall. I stood still and waited for it to stop, but this time it didn’t. I grew anxious enough to run out of there and get back to the service. I didn’t use that restroom for two years after that, and then when I did, I always chose a time when lots of other people were in there so I wouldn’t be left alone.

So yeah, maybe a bit uneventful, but as a coward and a 6 year old, I was scared. Thinking about it still gives me an eerie feeling, but I doubt it was really anything sinister, paranormal or not.”

By: @prayforlawnchairs