Frighten me. Go ahead. Please.

ohannabelle

Seriously. I've been SIFB all week- and I mean Sick in Frikking Bed, not stuck in a box. That would be silly.

I'm missing out on all my normal October Halloween fun, and I think I've read every possible ghost/paranormal story on the internet, watched every possible Netflix and Hulu special, and read every damned scary book in the house. (Actually, I feel like I've read the Internet. All of it.)

Now I've moved on to youtube videos and EVPs, and research stats. What I've learned:

A: Slenderman is not frikking scary.

B: According to polls, more than half of all Americans believe in ghosts.

So here's a thread for your ghost stories, paranormal experiences, haunted houses and things that will make me go Aaaaaack in the night. Just for some fabuloso eating pumpkin cake in bed Halloween fun. 

Go ahead, scare me. 

theycallmelinz

I hope you feel better soon! I don't think I have any scary stories to contribute, but I look forward to reading everyone else's

OliveOilsMom

My story isn't really scary, but I will tell it anyway! I used to work as a civilian on the Cape May NJ Coast Guard base. I worked in their store, which they called an Exchange, but most other branches call the PX. I specifically worked in the deli, which was it's own room off of the main part of the store. We had a few things occur there.

At night, when the ladies would be counting up the money and the whole store would be locked, they would hear footsteps. Thinking a customer was locked in by accident would go investigate and find no one.

I used to work Saturday by myself. One time I was standing at the deli counter looking out to the bread aisle. Suddenly, a load of bread flew off the shelf and across the aisle. I went to pick it up and realized it had been squeezed in the shape of a hand. You could feel where the thumb would have grabbed the loaf. Also, it flew across the shelf. If it just fell off the shelf it wouldn't have landed across the aisle.

I had a hot dog roll off our machine and land on the shelf directly below it. Physics tells me that it should have fallen on the floor, not on a shelf directly below!

Lastly, we know who the ghost in the Exchange was or at least we thought we did. Long before the current building stood, the Coast Guard base used to be a Navy base. On the lot where the Exchange was used to hold the base's bar. There was a fight one night and one man left to get his gun, came back and killed our ghost. His name was Carlton Little. On Saturdays I routinely would hear noises in the warehouse, when no warehouse people would be working. So I would say out loud, I hear you Carlton and I know you're here, no need to make noises and the noises would stop.

ohannabelle

Yay! That's what I'm looking for. I think real life experiences are so much better than invented things.  Thank you for the chill.

blabla89

Hope you feel better soon! I don't believe in ghosts per se, so this is the closest thing I have to a ghost story...

My grandmother and a dear family friend named Fred spent their last years of life in the same nursing home. When Fred passed away, the whole family gathered in our hometown for the funeral. My grandmother passed away on the night of his funeral, and our family was notified the following morning. I overheard my dad and uncle on speaker phone with the nursing home. They said that that evening, my grandmother told the nurse that she was going to visit with Fred...she and Fred didn't ever visit in the nursing home, and as far as they could figure, no one had told her that Fred had died.

ETA- details

crackktheskyy

My family has this weird thing with the time 11:11.

For the year before my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, my aunt would wake up every single night at 11:11. She couldn't figure out why.

When he was diagnosed he was hospitalized. We went to visit. He was in room number 11. My aunt said out loud, "I think this is a sign from grandmom (my grandfather's mom) that this is the end and it will still be okay." Right after she said it the lights flickered!

When he died, the date added up to 11 and the time of death added up to 11.

We didn't tell his sister about this, and she randomly mentioned when she flew into the funeral that she got richer in the airport. She quipped that this was so because she found 11 cents.

Shortly after he passed away (I was younger then!), I was driving home and it was soon after I had just learned to drive by myself. It was dark and I was going through some woods. I was just sort of singing along to music and talking to myself and I mumbled, without really thinking, "Pop pop please get me home safe." When I walked in my front door, our clock in the family room where I was sleeping was frozen at 11:11.

Whether or not it's all coincidence, we still all say, "hi poppop!" when we catch the clock at 11:11 It's a really nice way to remember him. Not too scary of a story, though!

My cousin is convinced her house is haunted, which might be more scary. She hears people walking around in the attic at night, but there's no one up there. Her new roommate was home alone the other night and heart it too. He even went up there to check it out. Her dog will look around and focus on seemingly nothing and bark. When she first moved in, she called the heating company (I think?) to set up the heat but that it actually had to be connected from a pump thing in the back yard. It was all disconnected and so they said she would have to set up an appointment for them to do that. Her dad decided to come connect it all for her and when he came to do it, it had already all been connected. She called the heating company and it wasn't them!

At my best friend's old house, we used to wake up often in the middle of the night to the very pungent smell of pancakes in the kitchen. No one was ever down there. She also claims to have seen the ghost of someone in the guest room, though I'm not sure if I buy it!

Fun thread idea I hope you feel better soon!

crackktheskyy

OliveOilsMom said:

My story isn't really scary, but I will tell it anyway! I used to work as a civilian on the Cape May NJ Coast Guard base. I worked in their store, which they called an Exchange, but most other branches call the PX. I specifically worked in the deli, which was it's own room off of the main part of the store. We had a few things occur there.

At night, when the ladies would be counting up the money and the whole store would be locked, they would hear footsteps. Thinking a customer was locked in by accident would go investigate and find no one.

I used to work Saturday by myself. One time I was standing at the deli counter looking out to the bread aisle. Suddenly, a load of bread flew off the shelf and across the aisle. I went to pick it up and realized it had been squeezed in the shape of a hand. You could feel where the thumb would have grabbed the loaf. Also, it flew across the shelf. If it just fell off the shelf it wouldn't have landed across the aisle.

I had a hot dog roll off our machine and land on the shelf directly below it. Physics tells me that it should have fallen on the floor, not on a shelf directly below!

Lastly, we know who the ghost in the Exchange was or at least we thought we did. Long before the current building stood, the Coast Guard base used to be a Navy base. On the lot where the Exchange was used to hold the base's bar. There was a fight one night and one man left to get his gun, came back and killed our ghost. His name was Carlton Little. On Saturdays I routinely would hear noises in the warehouse, when no warehouse people would be working. So I would say out loud, I hear you Carlton and I know you're here, no need to make noises and the noises would stop.

My friends used to have a place in Cape May...they always said the entire area was "haunted" in the sense that paranormal stuff seemed to occur there an awful lot!

novella1186

These should keep you busy for a while:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/katieheaney/the-11-creepiest-dolls-of-all-time

http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/wikipedia-makes-it-impossible-to-sleep

 

I read them at work, in a well-lit office full of people, and I still got creeped out. 

cupcait927

 

novella1186 said:

These should keep you busy for a while:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/katieheaney/the-11-creepiest-dolls-of-all-time

http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/wikipedia-makes-it-impossible-to-sleep

 

I read them at work, in a well-lit office full of people, and I still got creeped out. 

I LOVED the Buzzfeed article with the wikipedia links. Some of those were SO creepy.

Bubblegum5586

I hate scary stuff but don't mind some intriguing ghost stories...

My sister's BF's family just purchased a house on the skiing mountain in our area. Then I found out there was a ghost story that took place in that area and it seems to match up with their new house.

In the 1750's there was a little girl that followed her sisters to fetch some water from the pond near by. The older sisters didn't know their younger sister had followed and when they returned home their mom asked them where the sister was. They started a man hunt looking for her, with one particular neighbor leading the hunt. They searched, calling her name every night until slowly they all started to give up, except for the mom. For years she continued to go out every night calling her daughters name. They never found her, and supposedly to this day you can still hear the mom calling for the little girl when the wind howls just right. Both parents died without ever knowing what happened to their youngest girl. Then when the neighbor is on his death bed he wrote a confession letter, confessioning he saw the little girl walking in the woods that day and was upset over a land dispute with this family. Picked up a rock and bashed the girl's head in. He hid her body while leading the search team to lead them away, before finally disposing her body. They say this letter is on display at a museum at Cornell University.

So my sister's BF's house has a large pond in the backyard! Was built in the 1700's. Is next door to an old abandoned house that no one has ever lived in too long on account of it being haunted (the neighbor I think!). 

The kicker for me was I told me sister about this story as she had never heard about it before. And she said one of the times they visited the house shortly after they purchased it the BF's mom said she saw a figure in the upper window that looked like a mother and a daughter...

They don't live there yet as it needs extensive work before it is truely livable so maybe there will be more stories one they are there full time.

ETA: Oh duh.. I forgot to say there was a lifetime movie on it!!!

novella1186

I have a couple of my own stories too. Story #1. I used to work at a restaurant on a golf course. The restaurant was in an old farm house from the 1800s that had been converted, but most of the original stuff had been kept (like all 17 original fireplaces). There was a pond behind the building, and the employees told me that a little girl who had lived in the farm house decades ago had drowned in the pond. They said they'd find little wet footprints coming in from the back door on days when it wasn't raining, old antique toys that were displayed around the building would disappear and then turn up in odd places, and sometimes in the basement you'd hear a little girl giggle. 

It was my job to wash the glass windows in the front door (I was the hostess) and I was warned that the little girl ghost would put her hand prints all over the glass. For most of the summer that I worked there, I thought this was all just myth that the employees liked to tell for fun. I started noticing little tiny kid hand prints on the glass windows after I washed them, but I always just excused it that some kid came in and touched it before the end of the night. Until one night, I was determined to get those stupid windows clean, so I did it at the very end of the night after everyone was gone. As soon as I was done cleaning them, the manager and I walked out together and locked up. I came in first thing the next morning and sure enough there were tiny hand prints on the glass. From the inside. 

Story #2 

There was a chapel in the middle of nowhere -- through the woods down a long winding narrow road-- just outside my hometown. The chapel burned down in the 1950s and they never rebuilt it, but there was a cemetery on the property with tombstones dating back to the early 1900s and late 1800s. We used to drive out there in high school to explore and get creeped out. There were a lot of legends surrounding the property, some of which weren't true. 

One that was true (my friend's grandpa showed me the original newspaper clipping) was that while the chapel was still there, a bride and groom were married there and then drove off to go to their reception. They ended up in a head-on collision on the winding hilly road and both died. On their wedding day. 

One night three friends and I got in my car to go out to the chapel cemetery. I was driving kind of in the center of the road because there's never any other cars out there, but when I topped a hill, we saw headlights coming towards us. I slowed down a little and moved way over to the side as we went down the hill, and prepared to pass this car. We waited for them to pass us, but they didn't. We topped the next hill, and the car was gone. No headlights. There were no side roads, no driveways, no place to pull over, nothing. Just woods on both sides of the road. And the car was gone. All four of us were 100% sure we had seen it coming towards us. 

We told my friend's grandpa because he was really into the paranormal stuff that went on in that area, and he swore it was the bride and groom, still trying to get to their reception. 

LabLove86

I always felt a 'presence' in the house that I grew up in; and little things would happen. We would hear footsteps, keys would be moved, the dog used to bark at 'nothing' (she was old so . . . . she could have just been senile).

But there was one instance that I still get chills about when I tell the story.

I was about 18 years old, and it was the middle of summer. I had decided to repaint my room so I was sleeping in the downstairs family room. The house I grew up in was a split-level, so the family room was about 3 steps down from the kitchen, and the dining room was direct opposite side from the stairs down to the family room.

I got home from work late because I closed at the sub shop my family owns on a friday night, took a shower, went into the kitchen for a glass of water and a snack, and went down to the family room to go to bed. Then I kept hearing voices - muttled and indistinct. So I went up the 3 steps into the kitchen - voices stopped. This happened 3x, so I turned the TV and watched a show or 2. 

When I was ready to go to bed I turned the TV off - and I was about to drift off to sleep and I heard a slam and a very distinct male voice say "I SWEAR TO YOU I DIDN'T DO IT!". Now at this point it was 3-4am. . . . my neighbors are old, it DID NOT come from outside (the AC was on - windows closed), so I just kept the TV on and slept with it on that night.

Then in the morning - I walked up the stairs into the kitchen (now this part is WEIRD. . . . ) and there was the glass of water I had gotten the night before, and it was upside down with all of the water in the glass still. As soon as I touched it the water all spilled out. and OF COURSE - I didn't take a picture, no one else saw it, and my friends think I'm coo-coo. 

Nothing else like this has ever happened, and no one else in my family have experienced anything out of the ordinary. 

Sugargirl1019

The news today. Another high school shooting!

Inkdancer

My high school was haunted, and I saw several ghosts there.

The theater was haunted by a little girl in a sailor uniform named Eleanor. One night after tech rehearsal for a play, I left one of my notebooks in the theater building. I had to get security to let me back into the building, because they locked up at 9:30. But the security guard did not accompany me inside the building. I went in to get my notebook, and heard a chair creak like the seat had gone up when someone stood up from it. I looked up, and on the balcony there was a little girl in a sailor uniform. It freaked me out, so of course I gasped, and she disappeared. Then I heard the back door of the balcony open and slam shut, like she'd run through it. I got the heck out of there.

Another night, I was snowed in to the dorms with my best friend. All the lights in the room were out, and I was watching the snow fall across the quad. The building directly across the quad from us had been a dorm in the early 1900s, but had since been converted to offices. While I was looking, I saw a girl in a white nightgown appear in a window on the second floor and then disappear after about a minute. It was really creepy.

Lots of other buildings were supposed to be haunted, but those were the only ones I ever saw.

novella1186

In a town near where I grew up, there's an old creepy cemetery. In the middle of this cemetery, there's a big tombstone from the early 1900s. On the back of the tombstone are the engraved words: Knock three times and they shall come 

OliveOilsMom

I forgot, I have another one.  My SIL's house is probably haunted.  My nephew, who is 4, keeps seeing this guy he calls the "annoying man".  He says the guy is always bothering him to clean up. At first, she just thought it was my nephews wild imagination.  But after a few weeks from the first mention of the guy my SIL will here noises upstairs, when everyone is downstairs.  And just Wednesday night she was hearing really strange noises over the baby monitor.  She even went upstairs to check and there was nothing but a sleeping baby.  But she went back downstairs and the noise was still going on and my brother even said he heard the noise the whole time, while my SIL went upstairs to check. 

ShellD13

I never witnessed anything but one of the companies I worked for was located on the campus of what used to be the state's School for the Feeble Minded and later became a Mental Hospital for all sorts of patients.  In the early 2000's they converted the campus to a business park.  Many of my coworkers said they had seen odd things, ghosts, heard voices, etc...

http://strangemaine.blogspot.com/2008/09/pineland-cemetery-exploration.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P4J5oaa3YA

Being new to the state, I didn't originally know the history of the site just thought it was beautiful and picturesque.  Originally, I suggested it as a site for H (FI at the time) and I's wedding.  He quickly vetod it because it still carries the stigma of the Mental Hospital.

Aray82

If it hasn't popped up your Netflix feed yet, check out Pet Semetary (yes, it's spelled that way). It's more funny than scary but I find most horror movies to be that way. DH is the total opposite. He still flinches at all the Halloween movies and at Nightmare on Elm Street. I just can't get into things that are so over-the-top ridiculous to imagine them happening in real life. He, however, thinks I have no soul because I can't get scared by Michael Meyer. 

levioosa

Our house is haunted.  

 When I was eleven I got a new baby grand piano.  I was so excited to have it, and I also loved the fact that it was made in 1901, so it had history to it....a little too much history, apparently.  I was home alone one day, when I heard music playing.  I went out to the family room, where my piano was, and it was playing by itself with the French doors wide open (which I had locked and paranoid triple checked an hour before).  I was scared out of my wits, and I ran outside to see an old lady in a wedding dress walking by the pool, her train dragging out behind her.  As she turned to look at me, she faded slowly away.  I only saw her once more three months later, and haven't seen her since.

Our house also has glowing red and green eyes where no reflective surface could possibly be causing them.  Both my brother and I have seen them, although my parents never believed us, and accused me of trying to scare my brother.  Doors would be open when they were previously shut, and I've felt heaviness, like someone is sitting at the edge of my bed, before when I was laying awake in the middle of the night.  Although I didn't get an "evil" feeling from the Woman, there has always been a dark presence that's nearly tangible at times.  Our house does has a little dark history; it was at one time owned by drug dealers that turned it into a sort of homeless house (picture Jesse's house in Breaking Bad when he was losing it with drugs and partying), so who knows what happened during that time period.  Our animals have also frequently followed invisible things across the room, and run over to bark at them.  

Two weeks ago, I got a text from my Mom.  "Did you ever see glowing lights in our house?"  I told her my brother and I both had.  She then told me that my Dad, who has always staunchly mocked our stories had seen something.  He saw a light out by the garage and thought someone was breaking into it to steal his tools.  When he ran outside he saw a ball of floating light.  He stood there stunned before running at it so see what it was.  The ball of light quickly rushed down our driveway and disappeared when it passed through the gate.  The gate we have, coincidentally, is flanked by two giant lights that were the original lights for a bridge near hour house where people notoriously committed suicide during the Great Depression.  

Dad hasn't mocked the stories since.  

goldchocobo.defunct635829490514903826

I don't know what this photo is about, but it always gives me the chills.  Something about the guy with his neck crooked wrong just triggers every hair on the back of my neck.

He's just so fucked up.  Double expose?  Ghost?  I dunno.  This photo is titled "All of Us".  How appropriate.

goldchocobo.defunct635829490514903826

This one was taken at a wedding (so I thought it was TK worthy).  No one knows who the girl in the mirror is (by the bald gentleman)

AuroraRose41

There is a small cemetery (~20 gravestones...one being a 10 ft tall monument in the middle) in the neighborhood that I grew up in. My best friend and I would always ride our bikes to it when we were young (there were a lot of fun hills in between). It is set a little ways back from the road, and has a fence around it. The gate was always locked every time we rode by it. There was a house on either side of it, and no church anywhere nearby. 

One day when I was 11, we were out riding our bikes and noticed that the gate was open. No one was around it though, which we thought was odd. Well, we were curious as to who was buried there, and especially who had a monument dedicated to them. So, we decided to go in. 

My friend was always the scared one, and I was always the brave one in these situations. Despite her normally being very scared, she wasn't this time, and went right in. I had a strange feeling that someone was watching us from the second story of the house next door even though I didn't see anyone in the window, but didn't let that stop me, as I wrote it off as most likely being the living house owner making sure we weren't doing anything suspicious. 

I got to the opening of the fence (between the fence poles where the gate would normally be closed), and as I took a step inside I felt the breath get knocked right out of me. I stepped back and caught my breath, and tried to go in again. But I couldn't, as it felt like someone was trying to push me back by holding their hand to my chest. 

I decided that something really didn't want me in there, and that I was just going to wait outside of the fence for my friend to finish looking at the gravestones before we left. I don't remember the names that she told me, but that cemetery has creeped me out ever since. 

mrstrevor3

Growing up, my dad was in the army and got stationed in Germany. He did not want us (my brother sister and I) to go with him as he was single father and it would have been really hard. He sent us to live with my grandmother in Texas in a little town called Santa Maria, on the border of Mexico.

 Anyway, one night I was in my room trying to fall asleep, I was turning over in bed and I looked out my window. I blinked a couple of times, and when I could focus, I saw the silhouette of a man wearing a traditional "cowboy" hat on the outside of the window. I remember not being scared at all, and I just laid down and went back to bed.

The next morning, I told my grandma what had happened and she knew exactly what I was talking about. Apparently, both my uncle and grandma had both seen the same thing, and my grandma thinks that it is her father that was a border patrol agent who was murdered while on duty. After I told her this, she called our priest (she is VERY catholic) and had him and about half of our church over to bless the house. Not that she was worried about my great grandfather  "haunting" us, but she did this every year, and felt that it was a good time to do it lol.

PrincessOfHavoc

There you go if my stupid tablet likes me. DF has suggested that as our recessional.

Never mind, it hates me.

luckya23

I used to do archaeology, and I had a project to document this log house that was being torn down for a housing development.  I was taking photos of it for my report, and I captured this one in the completely empty, normal looking room.

I saw it on the screen and was like WTF??? So I took another right after and the mist was gone.

 

A few years ago, my ex and I were looking for a house, and we toured this awesome 1885 Victorian house.  It was a pretty big place, and we got separated while looking around, and I looked into one bedroom and saw BF's leg as he walked into the attached bathroom.  So I followed him in, saying "Oh there you are!" and nobody was there!

We ended up buying the house, and I lived there for a while, and I would often hear footsteps in the attic (which was up a locked staircase).  I never saw anything else, though.

 

ohannabelle

novella1186 said:

In a town near where I grew up, there's an old creepy cemetery. In the middle of this cemetery, there's a big tombstone from the early 1900s. On the back of the tombstone are the engraved words: Knock three times and they shall come 

I have to know. Did you have the nerve to knock?

(I would never!)

Also, yay! Excellent heeby jeebies happening here. Thank you, ladies!

steph861

This is going to be long. The only thing I've personally experienced is seeing an orb appear in my aunt's house (not the aunt below) and shrink until it disappeared. I think I've already told you guys the one about how my aunts learned their grandmother's name. Here are some others that I've heard from family members.

1. My maternal grandmother used to live with a woman that everybody called a witch (apparently she was born with a caul on her face, which is supposed to be some kind of sign of paranormal abilities). She was gorgeous, but no guy would go out with her more than once because she creeped them out so much. My grandma once saw a hat floating through the air in the house where they lived.

2. My mom's family had just moved into a new house. My mom was half-asleep on the couch but could hear her sister getting more and more agitated. Suddenly her sister screamed and told everybody to run because she could hear sounds coming from the basement. Hearing sounds down there was pretty common, and one time my grandma started throwing pillows down the stairs and telling the ghost (or whatever it is) to stop. My grandpa admitted years later that a previous owner had shot himself in the basement.

3. My mom could see twinkling lights on one wall in her bedroom in another house they lived in. She found out later that it's associated with poltergeists.

4. My aunt (same one as in #2 - seriously, this woman is haunted) was really into the paranormal. One time when she was sleeping, she felt somebody grab her wrist really hard, but nobody was there. She yelled at it to stop, and it did. My aunt experimented with astral traveling. My mom is convinced that she opened herself up to the spirit world and hasn't ever been able to shut that door.

5. Last year, my cousin (who lives with the aunt above) woke up and saw a figure sitting on the other side of the room. When it cocked its head to the side as if it was watching her, she screamed and woke everybody up. When this cousin was a pre-teen, she was home alone and heard voices in the house. She was on the bed and closed her eyes immediately. She heard the voices come into the room where she was. When my aunt and uncle got back home, they found her so terrified that she couldn't even speak and she refused to open her eyes.

6. My aunt sees odd shadows moving in their house sometimes. Their cat can sense them too, because it will look up and follow it with its eyes even though there's nothing there. They've had other things happen in the house (objects disappearing and then reappearing when there's nobody else home, the TV turning on by itself). It's known that a woman died in a fire in the house a few years before they moved in.

7. When my little sister was a baby, my mom heard the TV downstairs turn on and the volume kept going way up and then way down. She thought it was my dad, and was mad at him because she thought he was going to wake my sister up. When she went to ball him out, he said he hadn't even been in the room.

8. When my sister came home from the hospital after she was born, my mom saw the lamp in my parents' room turn on and start shaking, then turn off. She thought it was my grandma signalling that she could see the baby.

9. My mom was trying to put her coat on and felt someone help her put it on (she assumed it was my dad). When she turned around to thank him, she saw that he was about 20 feet away (they were in a parking lot and nobody else was around).

10. My sister was vacuuming her car and felt a hand touch her scalp and tousle her hair (it had been our great uncle's car, who had passed away a few months prior).

TL;DR My family is haunted.

ETA: Oh! I forgot a super creepy one! My cousin (same as above) lives with her bf and bf's young son (around 6 years old) in my aunt and uncle's basement. The boy asked my aunt if she could see the face with one arm waving at her too. He didn't seem scared (probably too young). I don't remember what part of the house this happened in, though.

PrincessOfHavoc

Our place had a family lose two babies from what is likely SIDS years ago. It felt kind of gray when we first looked, but it was overcast outside and empty, we figured whatever.

Move in - still feels off a smidge. Bring the critters in, my dad was with us. Bam, the off was gone. Our Siamese duo however are clearly the favorites. A friend pointed out their vocalizations sound very much like a human baby.

We decide to take down a wall. It's not structural at all, the one room is tiny. So I bring stuff home. The cats who normally don't give a fuck if it doesn't involve their food are not letting the sledgehammer anywhere near that wall. Give up for a few days, work on other projects. Cats don't care. We knock out another stupid wall, cats don't care. Go to tiny room wall - nope, demon cats again. These cats have never before even hissed at me. Contact granddaughter, she finally speaks to her mom when she's lucid. Apparently that room was the nursery.

Now it's just my little reading nook. The cats agree to that. When we got back after the EDS diagnosis, we were moping a bit on the couch. We both felt someone hug us.

Mother was called Grace, so yeah, we talk to her a bit now.

themuffinman16

When I was in college, I had a dream that it was my mother calling to tell me my step-father died.  I woke up to the phone ringing, and no one said anything. I said, "He's dead isn't he?"  My mom had no idea how I knew, and told me yes, my step-father died. Before my step-father died, for almost a month, I would see the number 13 in my sleep. He died on Friday the 13th.  To this day, it is the only superstitious belief that creeps me the hell out. 

I have also had recurring dreams about places I would visit when I got older. I stopped having these dreams as frequently, but it used to scare me as a child.

ohannabelle

Okay, that would scare me. 

Do you avoid 13s, and stay home on Friday the 13th and things like that?

themuffinman16

I used to have panic attacks on Friday the 13th, I got better and would just avoid going out. Now, I go out of the house on Friday the 13th, but I am cautious. It messed with me for a very long time.