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Fromrun-ins with serial killersto dreams that predict the future and everything in between, I’ve read it all!
“I was pregnant with my second child and due in two weeks.
We corrected her that the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks.
Overnight, my water broke, and I went into labor.
We were at the hospital checking in when we remembered what she said.
We call her The Baby Whisperer.”
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“I was about 20 years old and driving a friend home one day.
We took a road that I frequently drove on, and still do.
Its in a relatively busy area and neighborhood.
Nothing out of the ordinary about it, really.
She made direct eye contact with me.
She had a round face with big, puffy cheeks.
Her brow was furrowed like she was angry, and her eyes were so dark and wide.
It was like she was making sure I knew she saw me.
My friend looked and immediately said, ‘What woman?'”
When I looked in my rearview mirror to explain, she was completely gone.
It freaked me out so badly that I started crying, so overwhelmed with emotion.
It happened so fast that there was no way for her to run or walk away.
It gives me the creeps.
Our dorm’s common room had a vaulted ceiling with windows about 16 feet off the ground.
They weresupposedto be locked.
I asked loudly what the heck they were doing, and whoever it was took off.
So, they’d been sneaking into the girl’s suites and stealing things.
I usually go to church with them onEaster, and this building hasbad vibes.
While my mom was working, my nephew kept looking down the hallway.
He told my mom that there was a creepy man in the hall.
My mom checked but didnt see anyone.
This happened a few times before my nephew asked my mom if they could leave because he was scared.
On their way out, my mom saw another guy from the church doing some work outside.
This guy does a lot of maintenance work in the building when theres no one else around.
She asked if hed been in the building, and he said no.
She said jokingly, ‘I guess my grandson saw a ghost then!’
The guy replied, ‘Which one?'"
For context, I’m most comfortable sleeping facedown.
In the house that my family used to live in, I shared a room with my sister.
She sleeps like the dead and snores super loud.
Well, one day I fell asleep wearing jean shorts and my noise-canceling headphones.
Around 1 or 2 in the morning, I was awoken by a slap on my butt.
I instantly woke up angry at whoever hit me."
“I took off my headphones and realized my sister was snoring loudly.
I shook her, and she did not wake up.
I heard giggling and stormed over to my other sisters’ room, thinking it was them.
I barged in, asking why they hit me, convinced that was why they were laughing.
They said that he was in the living room.
I checked, and he was, sitting in his litter box chewing hay.
The only other potential suspects were our parents, who were asleep in their room.
So, who or what hit me?
I felt chills run down my body at the idea that something supernatural hit me.
I was terrified to go back to sleep that night and the following days.
It got so bad that I was falling asleep at my desk at work.
We held a prayer night in my room, and I could sleep again.
However, for a week after the incident, I still felt sore on my buttcheek.
My mom said, ‘Well, let me see what’s bothering you.’
When she saw it, she gasped.
Where I felt the slap, I had a bruise the size of a handprint.
It was an old, junky yellow car filled with old newspapers and boxes.
An older woman was driving it.
She said, ‘You’re going to take care of him for a while.’
I asked, ‘Is it a dog?’
She looked shocked and said, ‘How did you know?’
We got home, and it was the white dog with a gray head from my dream.
He had just shown up at our house.
All of a sudden, I slipped and was quickly falling off the five-story building.
For reasons unbeknownst till this very day, I did not fall to my death.”
“After my initial shock wore off, I attributed my good fortune to my sister’s quick thinking.
I concluded that it was her powerful upward thrust toward the handrails that prevented me from falling.
When I thanked her for her quick thinking, she yelled back, ‘What did you say?’
That’s when I realized that my sister was nowhere near me when I slipped.”
“I was riding on the bus after a basketball game in Tiverton, Rhode Island.
It was my birthday, and we were riding over the Fall River Bridge.
I thought it was weird, but forgot about it.
“My childhood friend’s house was haunted by the previous occupant, a man named Henry.
There are two stories that her mom told me that stick with me to this day.
One day, my friend’s mom was digging in the garden and found a glass eye.
“The other story they always told was about the garage.
See, Ghost Henry loved tinkering in his little shed it seemed to be his happy place.
They pleaded with the Ghost, explaining everything.
He stopped choking him, but the dad had bruises around his neck.
They still have pictures of the bruises to this day.”
“I had a vivid dream about my work acquaintance, Brandon.
He was annoyed with me because I kept calling him Brandon, and not Louis.
I would immediately forget, and call him Brandon again.
He grew more and more frustrated with me.
A couple of days later, we had a work BBQ.
I had a strong urge to tell him about it, which was strange.
We didnt know each other well, but I justhadto share the dream.
I did, and he looked shocked and had goosebumps.
After his death, Brandon insisted that he wanted to go by the name Louis.
His family continued calling him Brandon anyway, which he like in my dream was very angry about.”
One day, I got off the bus after school and started walking toward my house.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw a teenage boy walking a few steps behind me.
He was white with dark hair and a dark-colored sweatshirt.
I had never seen him before maybe he was new to the neighborhood?
When I glanced over my shoulder again a few seconds later, he had disappeared.”
I stopped and looked around he wasnt in the road or on the other side of the fence.
The bus had already left, so I knew he hadnt gotten back on it.
There werent any bushes or trees that he could have been hiding behind.
I dont know how to explain it he was just gone.
“When I was 15, my friends and I were huge Beatles fans.
I dreamt one night that we were all walking to school and crying.
A guy outside our local convenience store was reading a newspaper with the headlines about John Lennon’s death.
I told the guy that we were huge Beatles fans and asked if we could have the newspaper headline.
He gave it to me.
The next morning, I told my friends about that dream.
That night,John Lennonwas shot.
I asked him for it, and he gave it to me.”
It was a really quiet night, so we talked for a few hours.
But, for whatever reason, she felt compelled to start telling me things.
Ive never talked about her to friends, ever.
The place I was working was in a different city than my mother lived in, too.
I had no family there, and I had no social media trail with this info.
After hours of being spooked, I was like, ‘Aha!
No she wasnt!’
Internally, of course, because I didnt want to be rude to the spooky lady.
Well, I called my mom later that day and told her about it.
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“In college, I had a friend who claimed to be a ghost magnet.
My friend and I looked at each other and without a word BOLTED back down to the main floor.
“My father was on his deathbed in the hospital, and the end was very close.
His sister and I were the only ones in the room with him.
She put her head on the bed to get a little rest.
The shadows were transforming into people my dad had known who had passed away.
He passed away right after they all left.
My aunt woke up and asked who was talking so low.
We were playing in my room, which was on the second floor.
When we made it down the stairs, we saw something unforgettable.
There were handprints and footprints on the walls and ceiling.
We screamed and ran upstairs.
When we heard our parents pull up to the driveway, we quickly ran down to them.
I was the first down the stairs; my cousins were behind me.
“I try not to think much about it now, but it was something out of this world.
Honestly, I still get goosebumps when I think about it.”
I was about 14 at the time and helped out on the family’s farming operations.
Soon after moving in, we witnessed a lot of ghostly sightings.
One reoccurring apparition was that of a little girl who looked out the window.
She was always looking toward the grove of trees by a nearby building.
Her toys were in the building!
I think she wants them back.’
So, he went to the building, removed her items, and we never saw her again!”
“My friends husband passed away suddenly after lying down one summer.
It was a hot day with no breeze.
My then-husband called me to say they were going to the cemetery.
I put the coffee on and returned to the kitchen sink to get back to work.
All of a sudden, I heard a door slam.
It scared the bejesus out of me because I was alone.
I walked down the hallway and found the door to the master bedroom shut.
I knew for a fact that, before the slamming sound, it had been open.”
I felt no breezes or sudden gusts of wind that could’ve caused it.
Soon after, people came to the house, and I got busy, forgetting about the occurrence.
She claimed to have heard strange noises and stomping around while she was there.
I never told the family what happened that day.”
“I had a creepy encounter with my high school boyfriend that I will never forget.
It happened on an average weekday evening in the fall of 1989.
My boyfriend picked me up in his car and drove us to a popular nearby park.
We were just talking and listening to music.
I was sitting in the passenger seat and had my body turned toward him in the drivers seat.
We were laughing and chatting away when suddenly I saw the look of sheer terror cross his face.
He quickly reached over me to lock my car door.”
He stood oddly hunched over on all fours, only feet from my door handle.
My boyfriend started the car in a panic and sped off as fast as possible.
It was definitely making its way toward us.
What would’ve ensued if he had reached us keeps me awake some nights.
We share a horrifying memory that bonds us forever.
Seeing that has made me more open-minded and apprehensive to what lurks in the darkness.”
“I was 15, and I had just woken up from a nap.
I lived with my parents and three brothers at the time.
It stopped for a minute but then continued again.
I shouted a second time to stop, and it did.
Really confused, I asked if my dad was downstairs, but she said he was still at work.
21.And finally, “My brother passed away unexpectedly in 2001.
We were devastated, to say the least.
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