August 19, 2025 • 22 mins
In this episode of True Scary Stories, we step into houses where the walls remember everything—creeping shadows, strange voices, and a child in the basement. Plus, deep in the forest, something waits, and the only advice you’ll want to remember is get out before while you still can.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, camp fire crew, let's get it on. I will
take your places where you've never been. I will show
you things that you have never seen, and I will
see the life run out of you. Growing Up in
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Two Haunted Condos by Spencer. I grew up in two
Haunted condos for background. In twenty eleven, me, my mom, uncle,
and grandpa moved into a condo in downtown Tempe, Arizona.
For example, let's name the condos two O three and
two O four, both built in the seventies. I lived
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in two O three for about eight years and two
O four for six years. They were both part of
the same building but shared the same back wall with
the exact same layouts, just flipped for a visual. When
you walk in, it's a straight shot into the living room,
and the kitchen was behind a wall right behind it,
and along that wall separating those two front rooms was
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this long hallway to the left of the entrance with
the three bed and two bath. When I was really young,
we first moved into two O three, and I remember
that it was fine for the first couple of months,
but after about a year, once we got my first cat,
some things started to get super weird. When it would
be late at night. My cat would sit in the
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hallway and just growl for hours into the living room
until we had to drag him back to our room.
I've also had multiple experiences in each room with horrible sleep,
paralysis or just bad dreams I don't think I should
have been having. At five years old, my mom and
I used to share the master bedroom, where I've had
multiple experiences. One instance where she was washing up getting
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ready for bed with the bathroom door closed and I
was on the bed on my tablet. I heard the
sound of fabric rustling on the edge of the bed
next to me, and when I looked up, it was
this completely black figure's head peeking up at me. I
freaked out and just froze. I heard the same thing
on the other side and saw the exact same thing,
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and that just repeated on each side, with me looking
back and forth until my mom came out of the
bathroom and got into bed with me, and no, my
cat was not in the room. We let him in
later that night because he was clawing on the door.
I also had an experience in that same room about
a year prior, when my grandma was living with us.
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I remember her putting me in time out in that
room with the lights off, only being able to see
from the blind still being open. In the middle of
the day, I remember I was lying down after throwing
a fit and I heard the closet door creaking open
and seeing what looked like a woman peeking out at me,
and I screamed and hit under the blankets, eventually falling asleep.
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You could take that as me having an overactive imagination
as a child, but I still don't know what the
fuck that was or anything that I saw. After that,
we had to move out of two o three because
the owner passed away and the family was planning on
selling the condo, but luckily, at the time the place
directly behind us two o four was available. I only
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know a little history about two o four only because
I used to play with the previous tenant Sun every
day after school until they started to shoo me away
from their place and not let me see him anymore,
for who knows what. All I knew about his parents
and grandmother were that they smoked and drank a lot,
and we could hear whenever the family would argue through
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me and my mom's bedroom wall. That family only lived
there for a couple of months, and it was vacant
for about four before we had to move, and that's important.
My mom's boyfriend moved in with us and we immediately
started speriencing activity. Right after my parents signed the lease
on the place, my mom and I went to check
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the place out and in the master bedroom closet there
was what looked like a body stain on the carpet
in there. It was this long, dark brown blotch, and
the owners never said or did anything about it, so
my mom was the one who ended up cleaning it
up with our carpet cleaner. Once we got more settled
in after a couple of weeks, my mom was in
bed trying to fall asleep, and my stepdad was in
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the shower connected to their room, and she heard a
woman talking in the bathroom. She asked if he was
on the phone or watching a video or anything, but
he said no. Then he didn't even hear anything. The
next day, in the same situation, my mom was in
bed trying to fall asleep for work, and my stepdad
was outside on the patio. He used to watch YouTube
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and smoke out on the patio when it was dark
and cooler out. My mom clear as day heard this
man running and screaming bloody murder for her help, and
this grass patch we had on the side of the house,
running from one side of the street to the other
where my stepdad was. She told me that she ran
out to my stepdad asking if he heard that man
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because it was so loud, but he once again denied
hearing anything. That same night, about thirty minutes later, both
me and my mom heard him slam the glass sliding
door open and run to the back of the house
to their room, asking if she was okay, which turned
out he heard my mom's voice screaming for his help
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from inside. I remember hearing them run over to each other,
but I don't remember hearing any of the screaming that
they did. Another time, my mom was getting ready for
work around five a m. And when she was coming
into the kitchen, this metal pan we had on a
hook up on a shelf suddenly broke off the hook
and flew directly at her, hitting against the tile. We
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still have it, and there's a giant ass dent on
the side of it. I remember that happening in waking
me up and going to see what was going on,
and at the time my mom just told me it
had fallen on accident. She didn't want to scare me.
My bedroom was adjacent to theirs and had the opening
to the attic at the top of the closet. Starting
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from the first week to around three months, every single
night there would be really heavy footsteps above my room.
It scared me to the point that I made my
stepdad check the attic for me, but we didn't end
up seeing anything up there but old furniture. There was
another time we all went out to dinner and turned
the lights off before leaving. Once we got back, my
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bathroom light and sink were turned on. I mean, we
all tried to rationalize it and maybe that was a squatter.
Like before I said, the place had been vacant for months.
In our spare bedroom, we used it for my stepdad's
home office in our storage library room with a bunch
of shelves. Every every single time you would walk by
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that room, you would see someone standing in the middle
of the room in front of the blinds. We all
tried to keep it to ourselves for months so that
we wouldn't scare each other. I remember the one time
I was brave, and I tried to do the math
in my head, turning the lights on and off, seeing
if there was anything in that vicinity that could take
the shape of someone standing there. But I didn't see
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anything wrong or that would look like a person. There
was nothing in the way of the blinds, and we
all started to just keep the door closed, and that
happened all the way up until we moved out a
couple of months ago. There were also multiple times in
my room that I'd be trying to fall asleep and
feel someone walk up behind me. When I was facing
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in the other direction in bed. I'd be too scared
to move or even breathe too loud. Back to hearing
people talk. Whenever my parents would be at church late,
I'd hear a man and a woman talking in their
room when no one else was home, so I always
locked my door out of fear. Backtracking to that weird,
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shadowy black figure I saw when I was little that
always comes back to me and my family. I was
on the phone with my friend one night that my
mom knows pretty well, and she said good night to
us both before she went to bed, but later, when
she was asleep, she woke up inside of her dream
and heard me and what sounded like my friend I'll
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call em talking. In her dream, she came into my
room and scolded me and my friend for not only
being up late, but that he was in our house
so late and that he needed to go home. What
she described to me was this black figure that looked
exactly like em voice, body and height to a t,
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just with no features. When she was yelling at it
in her dream, it slid itself out of my room
against the wall and across the hall to our washer
and dryer, which aren't in a room. We have this
folding door that has about two inches between the door
and the machines. The people can't fit in there. She
watched it open the door and slide in and close
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it on itself. She felt freaked out and walked back
into her room, which is right next to that door.
When she went into her bedroom in the dream, my
stepdad was asleep in her dream on the bed, but
his head was hanging off the bed at a weird angle,
and from behind the head board way further back was
a black figure's head slowly getting closer to her around
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the bed until she got very scared. In her dream,
She woke up and told me everything the next day,
and I told Emmon, we were all incredibly freaked out.
A couple of weeks later, it was late at night
and my mom had told me to get my laundry
done earlier in the evening, but I ended up getting
to it pretty late at night. Our hallway lights didn't
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work at the time, so I was getting my clothes
out of the dryer from that same folding door, and
right before I was about to finish up and close
the door, I saw a completely black head peeking out
at me from behind the door right next to where
my parents room is. I closed the door to see
if my mom was trying to scare me, but their
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bedroom door was closed, and they also have a pretty loud,
creaky door, and I would have heard it if she
came out. I ran back to my room and kept
the door closed until the next day. What concerns me
the most is that this thing has been imitating people
close to us, and that really does concern me and
kisses me off. My mom and iired Denay and from
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Navajo Nation. We've tried to get the house blessed and
say prayers or sage it ourselves. And much more. It
has worked for a couple of months, but it just
kept coming back in all these creepy ass ways. In
our current place, nothing has happened, and we just hope
it stays that way. Felt like we weren't welcome in
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the forest by alternative run. I don't think I've ever
felt so certain that a forest was trying to get
rid of me before possibly even kill me. I've always
been prone to paranormal experiences growing up. My dad's family
has had terrible experiences, but for some reason skipped my
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dad except for his time living in the countryside. It
was a long weekend for me, so I went down
to the Scadget River for a bit of fly fishing.
For those of you who don't know, there's still some
First Nations people living nearby to this day, and the
area has a lot of history. Anyway, I had two
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days left of vacation, man, I wanted to do that
bit of fishing then rest on Monday, so I had
time to rest before the work week. I went with
my dad and my girlfriend. It's sort of a chill trip,
no boating required, just waiters, boots, and three rods. I
had a bad feeling before we left, and when I
checked the forecast, it said there was a forty percent
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chance of thunderstorms in the area. So I wanted to
call it off right then and there, but we had
already spent seventy hours on flies for the scadget in particular,
so we didn't really want to cancel. When we got there,
we set up the rods, and as I finished tying
on my fly, I heard a loud, deep voice in
my ear that sounded a bit like an oil but
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more sharp and succinct rather than a drawn out like whoo.
It seriously freaked me out, and I wanted to leave
right then and there, but we had already spent so
much in gas from my truck to get to that
part of the river, and I didn't want to call
it off. I talked to my dad and girlfriend, and
neither of them heard the voice, despite it being so
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loud in my ear. Okay, fine, chalk it up to
a coincidence. Then, on top of that, we took the
wrong trail to get down to the banks of the
river and ended up walking about two miles into the forest.
By that point we realized we were heading the wrong way,
but my dad didn't want to turn around and said
we should just cut through the forest down to the river,
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then walk along the river to find the car again.
On the way back, it felt like my dad wasn't
really thinking straight. Our tensions were running higher than usual.
My girlfriend didn't have any long sleeves, so I was
firmly against that, and he went into the middle of
the forest to try and find a path while we
were still arguing. So my girlfriend and I just sat
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there on the main trail waiting. While we were waiting,
a widow maker, that is a large tree limb fell
about seventy feet and I pulled my girlfriend out of
the way just in time. If that had hit her,
it probably would have paralyzed her or worse. At that point,
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I firmly believe we should turned back, so we went
back the way we came and found the actual trail
to the river, which was only fifty feet in. We
got to fishing and I was getting an unnatural amount
of snags. The flies for scadget were relatively more expensive
than normal, so I ended up waiting into the chest
deep water to save the fly. For some reason, everywhere
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it got snagged had a large drop, meaning if I
fell I would have been swept away into the river,
possibly drowning or freezing, as it was glacier fed just
got snagged exactly at a precarious point, and it's hard
to tell if there was a drop in running water,
let alone still water. It genuinely felt like the forest
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was trying to bait me or kill me because I
didn't listen to it before, not to mention that widow maker.
So we decided to leave after just an hour of fishing,
not a single bite, but I was just happy to
be alive. I don't think I'll be going back there ever.
And terrible things happened on the way home too, like
I was a magnet for negative energy. I don't think
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it was paranormal, though, but it was honestly traumatizing. I
even witnessed a motorcycle fatality in real time on the
way back. This is probably the worst paranormal experience I've
ever had, or it could just be a weird coincidence,
but I'll probably be listening to my intuition next time.
I've had other experiences before the forests of BC, but yeah,
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this is the most explicit warning I've ever been given.
I live in a haunted house by status candidate. So
my house was built in the nineteen twenties and the
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garage in the eighties, but before that it was a
rabbit hutch. In the nineteen forties, a little boy ch
OpEd and died in the basement. Most of my family
has lived here since the sixties. My great uncle Jack
built the house, and my great grandparents moved here in
the sixties too. I'll first start with my father's story.
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When he was little, whenever he came over to see
his grandparents, he would go downstairs to play because that's
where all the toys were, and my great grandma ran
a daycare. Sometimes things would be in weird places, or
it just felt like something was watching you down there.
One day, my father spent the night downstairs, and as
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he was getting ready for bed, he once again felt
something watching him. He ignored it and turned off the
light and went to bed. Around midnight, all of a sudden,
the bathroom light clicked on and then off, and he
heard running. He looked around and no one was there,
but then he heard it again, and then he heard
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it a little laugh. He told whatever it was to
go away, and the light clicked on and off again.
And my father refused to go down there for a
very long time after that. Fast forward to when I
lived there with my parents and siblings. My bedroom is
in the basement and one day after school, I was
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home alone downstairs doing homework. One of my dogs was
there with me, and all of a sudden, he started
to growl at something and ran upstairs as if he
was afraid. I thought it was weird, but I really
needed to get my math homework done. Then the bathroom
light clicked on. I was confused, but I went to
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click it off, and right as I went to click it,
I heard a little giggle kind of coming from around
the corner. I ran upstairs and called my dad, telling
him I needed to move because I was never going
back to that house again. He came home and took
me downstairs and the light was back on again. He
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turned it off and told me the little boy was
just playing and to ignore it. He then told me
that the garage, which is really creepy, did similar things.
My dad had a business he operated in the garage,
and one day while he was working, the door opened
and then closed, lights turned on and off multiple times.
Then the TV, which hasn't worked since the nineties and
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has no remote turned on and started playing The Simpsons.
Other stuff that happened, as tools wouldn't be in their spot,
but then when you would look again, it would be
sitting there looking brand new. Things would be knocked all
over the place. It was creepy. The worst part was
tearing down the garage and building a new house on
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top of it. I mean that house is going to
be haunted as fuck. My mother said. Weird things went
on in the basement too. She heard voices and wear
our washer and dryer were you were right next to
the space underneath the stairs, and she said she'd seen
things watching her underneath it. We also have a family
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ranch where ten generations of my family have lived. We
see dead family members walking around, and things have grabbed
my shoulder and whispered my name. And footsteps again weird
and scary. Finally, my father and I have this weird thing.
We both dream of dead people. I don't know who
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they are, but one I kind of do. My great
great grandfather. He told me oddly specific stuff no one
else could know. And my father dreamed of his uncle
telling him that he died in a car accident. Then
he woke up and found out that my uncle actually
had so weird and spooky stuff. Update. So, in the
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last two months since I shared this, nothing much has happened.
Until a week ago. We are starting to tear down
the garage as it's old and falling apart, and we
have plans to add a new building afterwards. Well, since
we've begun the process to tear down the garage, stuff
has started to act up again. Doors keep opening and
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closing again, and my dad has gotten weird dreams about
the garage, dreams telling him not to tear it down.
Along with that, stuff has been acting up in the
basement alongside the garage. I've been having weird dreams too,
and now I'm used to having dreams about people I
don't know, so a couple of the dreams aren't too weird,
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just normal talking. But a couple of nights ago, I
had a dream that shook me to my core. It
started off like all my other dreams, of me sitting
in a chair. Now, normally, someone will be sitting across
from me in a brown leather chair. When this happens,
I can always see their full face and body, but
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this time it was different. The other person was just
a shadow and nothing else. He didn't say anything to
me that I can remember, and I woke up almost
instantly when the dream began. Though now this next thing
happened this morning. I woke up at five o'clock to
go to the gym. I went to the bathroom to
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brush my teeth when I heard it footsteps. I could
hear them go from the kitchen to the bathroom upstairs,
and then to the living room. I thought, of course,
it was my parents, as they still live upstairs, and
I walked up the stairs, expecting to see my father
and his recliner watching TV. But I walked around the
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house it was nothing. Both my parents were asleep. I
was rattled by that and decided that that was my
sign to not go to the gym and go back
to bed. I crawled back into bed, which is right
under the living room, and then I heard the recliner
go back and forth as if some one was sitting
in it. Again, no one was upstairs. Everyone in the
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house was asleep. Everything has gotten even weirder since we
started taking down the garage. I don't know what to
do anymore with this house.
Hey, camp fire crew, let's get it on. I will
take your places where you've never been. I will show
you things that you have never seen, and I will
see the life run out of you. Growing Up in
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Two Haunted Condos by Spencer. I grew up in two
Haunted condos for background. In twenty eleven, me, my mom, uncle,
and grandpa moved into a condo in downtown Tempe, Arizona.
For example, let's name the condos two O three and
two O four, both built in the seventies. I lived
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in two O three for about eight years and two
O four for six years. They were both part of
the same building but shared the same back wall with
the exact same layouts, just flipped for a visual. When
you walk in, it's a straight shot into the living room,
and the kitchen was behind a wall right behind it,
and along that wall separating those two front rooms was
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this long hallway to the left of the entrance with
the three bed and two bath. When I was really young,
we first moved into two O three, and I remember
that it was fine for the first couple of months,
but after about a year, once we got my first cat,
some things started to get super weird. When it would
be late at night. My cat would sit in the
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hallway and just growl for hours into the living room
until we had to drag him back to our room.
I've also had multiple experiences in each room with horrible sleep,
paralysis or just bad dreams I don't think I should
have been having. At five years old, my mom and
I used to share the master bedroom, where I've had
multiple experiences. One instance where she was washing up getting
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ready for bed with the bathroom door closed and I
was on the bed on my tablet. I heard the
sound of fabric rustling on the edge of the bed
next to me, and when I looked up, it was
this completely black figure's head peeking up at me. I
freaked out and just froze. I heard the same thing
on the other side and saw the exact same thing,
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and that just repeated on each side, with me looking
back and forth until my mom came out of the
bathroom and got into bed with me, and no, my
cat was not in the room. We let him in
later that night because he was clawing on the door.
I also had an experience in that same room about
a year prior, when my grandma was living with us.
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I remember her putting me in time out in that
room with the lights off, only being able to see
from the blind still being open. In the middle of
the day, I remember I was lying down after throwing
a fit and I heard the closet door creaking open
and seeing what looked like a woman peeking out at me,
and I screamed and hit under the blankets, eventually falling asleep.
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You could take that as me having an overactive imagination
as a child, but I still don't know what the
fuck that was or anything that I saw. After that,
we had to move out of two o three because
the owner passed away and the family was planning on
selling the condo, but luckily, at the time the place
directly behind us two o four was available. I only
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know a little history about two o four only because
I used to play with the previous tenant Sun every
day after school until they started to shoo me away
from their place and not let me see him anymore,
for who knows what. All I knew about his parents
and grandmother were that they smoked and drank a lot,
and we could hear whenever the family would argue through
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me and my mom's bedroom wall. That family only lived
there for a couple of months, and it was vacant
for about four before we had to move, and that's important.
My mom's boyfriend moved in with us and we immediately
started speriencing activity. Right after my parents signed the lease
on the place, my mom and I went to check
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the place out and in the master bedroom closet there
was what looked like a body stain on the carpet
in there. It was this long, dark brown blotch, and
the owners never said or did anything about it, so
my mom was the one who ended up cleaning it
up with our carpet cleaner. Once we got more settled
in after a couple of weeks, my mom was in
bed trying to fall asleep, and my stepdad was in
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the shower connected to their room, and she heard a
woman talking in the bathroom. She asked if he was
on the phone or watching a video or anything, but
he said no. Then he didn't even hear anything. The
next day, in the same situation, my mom was in
bed trying to fall asleep for work, and my stepdad
was outside on the patio. He used to watch YouTube
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and smoke out on the patio when it was dark
and cooler out. My mom clear as day heard this
man running and screaming bloody murder for her help, and
this grass patch we had on the side of the house,
running from one side of the street to the other
where my stepdad was. She told me that she ran
out to my stepdad asking if he heard that man
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because it was so loud, but he once again denied
hearing anything. That same night, about thirty minutes later, both
me and my mom heard him slam the glass sliding
door open and run to the back of the house
to their room, asking if she was okay, which turned
out he heard my mom's voice screaming for his help
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from inside. I remember hearing them run over to each other,
but I don't remember hearing any of the screaming that
they did. Another time, my mom was getting ready for
work around five a m. And when she was coming
into the kitchen, this metal pan we had on a
hook up on a shelf suddenly broke off the hook
and flew directly at her, hitting against the tile. We
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still have it, and there's a giant ass dent on
the side of it. I remember that happening in waking
me up and going to see what was going on,
and at the time my mom just told me it
had fallen on accident. She didn't want to scare me.
My bedroom was adjacent to theirs and had the opening
to the attic at the top of the closet. Starting
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from the first week to around three months, every single
night there would be really heavy footsteps above my room.
It scared me to the point that I made my
stepdad check the attic for me, but we didn't end
up seeing anything up there but old furniture. There was
another time we all went out to dinner and turned
the lights off before leaving. Once we got back, my
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bathroom light and sink were turned on. I mean, we
all tried to rationalize it and maybe that was a squatter.
Like before I said, the place had been vacant for months.
In our spare bedroom, we used it for my stepdad's
home office in our storage library room with a bunch
of shelves. Every every single time you would walk by
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that room, you would see someone standing in the middle
of the room in front of the blinds. We all
tried to keep it to ourselves for months so that
we wouldn't scare each other. I remember the one time
I was brave, and I tried to do the math
in my head, turning the lights on and off, seeing
if there was anything in that vicinity that could take
the shape of someone standing there. But I didn't see
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anything wrong or that would look like a person. There
was nothing in the way of the blinds, and we
all started to just keep the door closed, and that
happened all the way up until we moved out a
couple of months ago. There were also multiple times in
my room that I'd be trying to fall asleep and
feel someone walk up behind me. When I was facing
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in the other direction in bed. I'd be too scared
to move or even breathe too loud. Back to hearing
people talk. Whenever my parents would be at church late,
I'd hear a man and a woman talking in their
room when no one else was home, so I always
locked my door out of fear. Backtracking to that weird,
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shadowy black figure I saw when I was little that
always comes back to me and my family. I was
on the phone with my friend one night that my
mom knows pretty well, and she said good night to
us both before she went to bed, but later, when
she was asleep, she woke up inside of her dream
and heard me and what sounded like my friend I'll
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call em talking. In her dream, she came into my
room and scolded me and my friend for not only
being up late, but that he was in our house
so late and that he needed to go home. What
she described to me was this black figure that looked
exactly like em voice, body and height to a t,
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just with no features. When she was yelling at it
in her dream, it slid itself out of my room
against the wall and across the hall to our washer
and dryer, which aren't in a room. We have this
folding door that has about two inches between the door
and the machines. The people can't fit in there. She
watched it open the door and slide in and close
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it on itself. She felt freaked out and walked back
into her room, which is right next to that door.
When she went into her bedroom in the dream, my
stepdad was asleep in her dream on the bed, but
his head was hanging off the bed at a weird angle,
and from behind the head board way further back was
a black figure's head slowly getting closer to her around
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the bed until she got very scared. In her dream,
She woke up and told me everything the next day,
and I told Emmon, we were all incredibly freaked out.
A couple of weeks later, it was late at night
and my mom had told me to get my laundry
done earlier in the evening, but I ended up getting
to it pretty late at night. Our hallway lights didn't
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work at the time, so I was getting my clothes
out of the dryer from that same folding door, and
right before I was about to finish up and close
the door, I saw a completely black head peeking out
at me from behind the door right next to where
my parents room is. I closed the door to see
if my mom was trying to scare me, but their
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bedroom door was closed, and they also have a pretty loud,
creaky door, and I would have heard it if she
came out. I ran back to my room and kept
the door closed until the next day. What concerns me
the most is that this thing has been imitating people
close to us, and that really does concern me and
kisses me off. My mom and iired Denay and from
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Navajo Nation. We've tried to get the house blessed and
say prayers or sage it ourselves. And much more. It
has worked for a couple of months, but it just
kept coming back in all these creepy ass ways. In
our current place, nothing has happened, and we just hope
it stays that way. Felt like we weren't welcome in
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the forest by alternative run. I don't think I've ever
felt so certain that a forest was trying to get
rid of me before possibly even kill me. I've always
been prone to paranormal experiences growing up. My dad's family
has had terrible experiences, but for some reason skipped my
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dad except for his time living in the countryside. It
was a long weekend for me, so I went down
to the Scadget River for a bit of fly fishing.
For those of you who don't know, there's still some
First Nations people living nearby to this day, and the
area has a lot of history. Anyway, I had two
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days left of vacation, man, I wanted to do that
bit of fishing then rest on Monday, so I had
time to rest before the work week. I went with
my dad and my girlfriend. It's sort of a chill trip,
no boating required, just waiters, boots, and three rods. I
had a bad feeling before we left, and when I
checked the forecast, it said there was a forty percent
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chance of thunderstorms in the area. So I wanted to
call it off right then and there, but we had
already spent seventy hours on flies for the scadget in particular,
so we didn't really want to cancel. When we got there,
we set up the rods, and as I finished tying
on my fly, I heard a loud, deep voice in
my ear that sounded a bit like an oil but
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more sharp and succinct rather than a drawn out like whoo.
It seriously freaked me out, and I wanted to leave
right then and there, but we had already spent so
much in gas from my truck to get to that
part of the river, and I didn't want to call
it off. I talked to my dad and girlfriend, and
neither of them heard the voice, despite it being so
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loud in my ear. Okay, fine, chalk it up to
a coincidence. Then, on top of that, we took the
wrong trail to get down to the banks of the
river and ended up walking about two miles into the forest.
By that point we realized we were heading the wrong way,
but my dad didn't want to turn around and said
we should just cut through the forest down to the river,
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then walk along the river to find the car again.
On the way back, it felt like my dad wasn't
really thinking straight. Our tensions were running higher than usual.
My girlfriend didn't have any long sleeves, so I was
firmly against that, and he went into the middle of
the forest to try and find a path while we
were still arguing. So my girlfriend and I just sat
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there on the main trail waiting. While we were waiting,
a widow maker, that is a large tree limb fell
about seventy feet and I pulled my girlfriend out of
the way just in time. If that had hit her,
it probably would have paralyzed her or worse. At that point,
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I firmly believe we should turned back, so we went
back the way we came and found the actual trail
to the river, which was only fifty feet in. We
got to fishing and I was getting an unnatural amount
of snags. The flies for scadget were relatively more expensive
than normal, so I ended up waiting into the chest
deep water to save the fly. For some reason, everywhere
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it got snagged had a large drop, meaning if I
fell I would have been swept away into the river,
possibly drowning or freezing, as it was glacier fed just
got snagged exactly at a precarious point, and it's hard
to tell if there was a drop in running water,
let alone still water. It genuinely felt like the forest
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was trying to bait me or kill me because I
didn't listen to it before, not to mention that widow maker.
So we decided to leave after just an hour of fishing,
not a single bite, but I was just happy to
be alive. I don't think I'll be going back there ever.
And terrible things happened on the way home too, like
I was a magnet for negative energy. I don't think
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it was paranormal, though, but it was honestly traumatizing. I
even witnessed a motorcycle fatality in real time on the
way back. This is probably the worst paranormal experience I've
ever had, or it could just be a weird coincidence,
but I'll probably be listening to my intuition next time.
I've had other experiences before the forests of BC, but yeah,
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this is the most explicit warning I've ever been given.
I live in a haunted house by status candidate. So
my house was built in the nineteen twenties and the
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garage in the eighties, but before that it was a
rabbit hutch. In the nineteen forties, a little boy ch
OpEd and died in the basement. Most of my family
has lived here since the sixties. My great uncle Jack
built the house, and my great grandparents moved here in
the sixties too. I'll first start with my father's story.
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When he was little, whenever he came over to see
his grandparents, he would go downstairs to play because that's
where all the toys were, and my great grandma ran
a daycare. Sometimes things would be in weird places, or
it just felt like something was watching you down there.
One day, my father spent the night downstairs, and as
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he was getting ready for bed, he once again felt
something watching him. He ignored it and turned off the
light and went to bed. Around midnight, all of a sudden,
the bathroom light clicked on and then off, and he
heard running. He looked around and no one was there,
but then he heard it again, and then he heard
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it a little laugh. He told whatever it was to
go away, and the light clicked on and off again.
And my father refused to go down there for a
very long time after that. Fast forward to when I
lived there with my parents and siblings. My bedroom is
in the basement and one day after school, I was
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home alone downstairs doing homework. One of my dogs was
there with me, and all of a sudden, he started
to growl at something and ran upstairs as if he
was afraid. I thought it was weird, but I really
needed to get my math homework done. Then the bathroom
light clicked on. I was confused, but I went to
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click it off, and right as I went to click it,
I heard a little giggle kind of coming from around
the corner. I ran upstairs and called my dad, telling
him I needed to move because I was never going
back to that house again. He came home and took
me downstairs and the light was back on again. He
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turned it off and told me the little boy was
just playing and to ignore it. He then told me
that the garage, which is really creepy, did similar things.
My dad had a business he operated in the garage,
and one day while he was working, the door opened
and then closed, lights turned on and off multiple times.
Then the TV, which hasn't worked since the nineties and
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has no remote turned on and started playing The Simpsons.
Other stuff that happened, as tools wouldn't be in their spot,
but then when you would look again, it would be
sitting there looking brand new. Things would be knocked all
over the place. It was creepy. The worst part was
tearing down the garage and building a new house on
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top of it. I mean that house is going to
be haunted as fuck. My mother said. Weird things went
on in the basement too. She heard voices and wear
our washer and dryer were you were right next to
the space underneath the stairs, and she said she'd seen
things watching her underneath it. We also have a family
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ranch where ten generations of my family have lived. We
see dead family members walking around, and things have grabbed
my shoulder and whispered my name. And footsteps again weird
and scary. Finally, my father and I have this weird thing.
We both dream of dead people. I don't know who
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they are, but one I kind of do. My great
great grandfather. He told me oddly specific stuff no one
else could know. And my father dreamed of his uncle
telling him that he died in a car accident. Then
he woke up and found out that my uncle actually
had so weird and spooky stuff. Update. So, in the
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last two months since I shared this, nothing much has happened.
Until a week ago. We are starting to tear down
the garage as it's old and falling apart, and we
have plans to add a new building afterwards. Well, since
we've begun the process to tear down the garage, stuff
has started to act up again. Doors keep opening and
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closing again, and my dad has gotten weird dreams about
the garage, dreams telling him not to tear it down.
Along with that, stuff has been acting up in the
basement alongside the garage. I've been having weird dreams too,
and now I'm used to having dreams about people I
don't know, so a couple of the dreams aren't too weird,
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just normal talking. But a couple of nights ago, I
had a dream that shook me to my core. It
started off like all my other dreams, of me sitting
in a chair. Now, normally, someone will be sitting across
from me in a brown leather chair. When this happens,
I can always see their full face and body, but
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this time it was different. The other person was just
a shadow and nothing else. He didn't say anything to
me that I can remember, and I woke up almost
instantly when the dream began. Though now this next thing
happened this morning. I woke up at five o'clock to
go to the gym. I went to the bathroom to
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brush my teeth when I heard it footsteps. I could
hear them go from the kitchen to the bathroom upstairs,
and then to the living room. I thought, of course,
it was my parents, as they still live upstairs, and
I walked up the stairs, expecting to see my father
and his recliner watching TV. But I walked around the
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house it was nothing. Both my parents were asleep. I
was rattled by that and decided that that was my
sign to not go to the gym and go back
to bed. I crawled back into bed, which is right
under the living room, and then I heard the recliner
go back and forth as if some one was sitting
in it. Again, no one was upstairs. Everyone in the
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house was asleep. Everything has gotten even weirder since we
started taking down the garage. I don't know what to
do anymore with this house.
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