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Do you believe in the supernatural? Or creepy personal stories? I sure do. How about I tell you true stories of creepy things I've encountered in the past and you tell me yours?
I'll start with the one I thought was creepy and recently realized it's even more creepy then I thought.

I was the only one from my Mom and older brother that thought our old house was haunted. I lived there until I was 7. My main memory that I recall occurred when I sneaked into my brother's room while he was gone. He had a bunk bed and I remember sitting on the top bed when it happened. First thing I notice was a small figure that ran across the doorway. It looked like a black cat, but it was fast and we didn't have a black cat. I thought it was my imagination and I was just seeing stuff. Seeing things was common when I was little. Soon after seeing that blur I saw a hand come from under the bed I was sitting on. I just watched it move towards my foot that was close to the edge. The hand looked like an old lady's hand with long red finger nails. She rubbed part of my foot and the hand went away. I assumed it was my imagination also until I felt my foot with my hand where she touched. Only the parts she touched were warm and a little sweaty liked she warmed them up. I freaked out because I felt like it wasn't just my imagination. I ran the hell out as fast as I could all the way up to my room and cried (I was freaked out!). I never went in his room after that.
Also while living in that house I would have 2 dreams-nightmares over and over. Those went away after we moved when I was in the 2nd grade.

Not as many creepy things have happened at my new house and I don't feel like I'm always being watched anymore. But lately I've been thinking about it a lot. They say children see these supernatural happenings more then anyone. What if I'm in the same surroundings, but I've gotten older so I don't see the creepy stuff anymore, but they're still there.? It's just a thought...

Well... I have a story too. Happend to me after my grandpa died. I'm still scared when I look back and since this stuff happend I've never ever visited my Grandmother again.

In 2011, when I was 15 years old my Grandfather died due to a heartattack at the age of only 64. He was very kind and always trying his best to make his grandchildren laugh. During the time my Grandfather died my mom, my dad and myself were in China. As soon as my mom got the call that he had died everything was a blur. I remember that my mom called my dads secretary and she booked three flights back to germany. I don't remember much from the day. I was sad - I had just lost the relative I loved the most. He'd been more than just my grandfather to me - he had been a friend and someone who'd always support me.

When we arrived at my Grandparents house I felt cold - the sadness was still a very huge cloud above my head. I had cried the whole time - I was 15 years old and had cried like a baby. I went upstairs - something I had always done because my Grandfather usually would be in the main living room - sitting in his chair or playing with his trains. He had a large collection. I remember like it was yesterday when his right hand was on my shoulder, watching the little train move. He'd always been very happy there. However. I arrived in the main living room - still crying. Sitting infront of the train station I noticed that the air had gotten warmer. I felt different - as if my granddad was near me - touching my shoulder. But I know it wasn't like that. I stopped crying for a moment and looked at his chair.

I was shocked. There he was - smiling sadly at me, but as soon as I turned my head to look if my mom was near (she sadly wasn't) and looked back he had dissappeared. It was the last time I saw my grandfather.

However the story doesn't end here.

My Parents thought it would be good for my grandmother if I'd stayed with her for some time. Looking back it wasn't a good idea. I was 15 and rebelious. I hated rules and would complain to my grandmother about everything. However.

The first night my parents traveled back to china I slept in my moms old bedroom. It was a huge room with two beds and old furniture. Also there was a little seesaw (Is that right?) in the room.
I remember that I had fallen asleep very late. The little nightstand light was on. In the middle of the night I woke up - the seesaw had been moving - making strange noises. My heart was beating like crazy. I didn't want to turn around - I was too scared. I heard footsteps and I felt a cold breese on my neck. My whole body was shaking. I took the blanket and threw it over my head.

The second night wasn't better. I had trouble sleeping and my grandma wasn't helping that much. Telling me I was only imagining stuff she said goodnight, closed the door behind herself and went to bed herself. I tried to sleep - repeating my grandma's words over and over again. During that time I thought I was going to get crazy. This night I felt someone sitting at the end of the bed - starring at me. I closed my eyes shut - throwing the blanket over my head again. I again I heard footsteps and the sound of that stupid seesaw moving. Now I was sure that I'd gone crazy!

There was a pause of several weeks until something happend again.

I had nearly forgotten about everything - I had thought that it had ended so I wasn't thinking about it that much. However this night would chance everything.

In the middle of the night I woke up again. I heard footsteps again. Angry that it had happend again I sat up, looking around the room. At first everything had been okay - I had seen nothing until my eyes caught the corner infront of the bed. There he stud - A man in uniform. He was old and pale. His face resembled that of my Grandmother - however it looked also very masculine and different. When I realised that I had seen someone or something I tried to scream but nothing came out of my mouth. Shaking I threw the blanket over my head - again. I heard how the man came near until I felt that he seemed to sit on the bed - watching me. I gulped and tried to ignore everything - saying to myself over and over that it's just a dream. Then I felt his hand on my head and I freaked. I screamed 'go away' multiple times - and he did.

The next day my grandmother asked me what had happend. I told her but she didn't believe me. After that nothing happend again.

The creepy part about that for me? A year later I told my mom everything what had happend and she went pale. My mother told me that my grandma's father had been poisoned in the room downstairs of her old bedroom. He was buried in his military uniform. And to make things even more creepy? My mom had seen him in the same corner - starring at her when she was my age.

It also turned out that my great grandmother had comited suicide in that house and my mom had played with a witchboard - never releasing whatever she had called back to his own world.

I'm still not sure if it just had been a dream but then - why had my mom seen him when she was my age?

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A scarecrow was found pected to death in a cornfield by a a werewolf named Steve.





Very scary

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