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My bedroom was in the basement, and it was an old house with creaky stairs, so you could hear someone coming down. I was lying on my bed with my back to the door when I felt my bed dip down beside me as if someone were sitting on it. Every hair on my body stood up, and I was shaking as I turned around to see who it was, too afraid to talk.
There was no one on my bed, but the dip was still very noticeable. I felt it lift up as if whoever was there had gotten up. As soon as it did, I ran out of my room and up the stairs, and the whole way up, I felt as if someone was standing directly behind me.
I really want to go back to that building and see if it’s still as haunted, or if it was just our family. © npcvillager / Reddit
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This happened when I lived with my parents. A couple of months passed, and I usually stayed up pretty late (around 5-6 a.m.) being on the internet.
Anyway, I was staying up late when, all of a sudden, the back door (which was locked) flung open, and I heard a deep growl. The cats started to gather around the door.
My parents’ house always had some weird activity. I believe it’s haunted. © Unknown author / Reddit
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I woke up at 3 a.m. to 12 missed calls from my mom and a text saying, “I got robbed! Come fast!” I rushed to her house.
When I arrived, Mom said, “I didn’t send you a text!” I showed her my phone. Her color suddenly drained and she went inside. When she came back, she was holding her phone. She showed me an unsent text to my number.
She said, “I wrote this, but I never sent it. I changed my mind at the last second.” The message read: “Honey, be careful! I just saw on the news that your town is in danger. There have been several robberies near your house.”
I froze. If she hadn’t sent the text… then who had? And the missed calls—if they weren’t from her, who had been calling me? I made sure she was safe, stayed for about an hour, then drove home.
When I arrived, my front door was open. A sinking feeling settled in my gut. Inside, my house had been ransacked—several of my things were gone. Somebody had broken in.
To this day, I still get chills thinking about it. Was it just a bizarre coincidence? Or had someone gained access to my mom’s phone to lure me away? I was so shaken that I sold the house and moved out a few weeks later.
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In the house I grew up in, every few weeks, I’d see a woman in white walk down the hallway. I always had some explanation for what it could be and never told anyone about it. Years later, after my brother and I had both left home, he asked if I had seen her.
I still remember every detail, and I still get chills from it. © Daronlif / Reddit
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