Scary real-life stories that nobody wanted to believe. Reddit users tell their stories. The footsteps heard in the other part of the apartment when you are sitting alone in the house are a worn classic. The ghost of the previous owner of the house, who was nursing the son of the new tenants, was different. Reddit users shared some spine-chilling stories from their own lives. We have selected some of them for you. You can think of them in terms of Halloween stories, but their authors are firmly convinced that it really happened.
The nanny from the basement
"When I was 10, I was talking to someone all the time through a narrow hole on the basement wall. When I told him that I wanted to see him, he would tell me not to go into the room because he wasn't there anyway. Our conversations lasted a year, maybe one and a half. He asked me not to tell my mom about him because he didn't want to scare her. A few years later, I told my mom about the guy in the basement. She said she could believe me because when I was a little boy, the door to my room opened so slightly. as if someone just wanted to look to see if I'm okay. Mum figured it must have been the ghost of the previous owner because the room I was occupying previously belonged to his grandchildren."
The man with the hat
"The night started quite normally, my mum went out with friends to see a match, and my dad and my sister watched a movie on TV. It was a comedy, so we went to our bedrooms in good spirits. Half an hour passed, I was still lying in my room. bed and I were reading a book. Then I heard someone entering the hall downstairs, and after a while running up the stairs to the second floor. At first, I thought that my sister must have wanted a drink and went down to the kitchen to pour herself some juice. our rooms were positioned vis a vis. Then I found that my mother came back from the meeting and for some unknown reason she was acting very loud. The view from my bed allows me to see everyone who is going up the stairs, so the whole time I was staring at the point where the mother was about to appear. The steps became clearer, but just as they were about to get to the top they stopped. There was no one upstairs. even two seconds had passed when my sister ran out of her room, screaming in utter panic. We ran to our dad's bedroom.
- What happened? He asked irritated.
"There you are," my sister said, pointing to her room with her finger.
Her father ran to her room, turning on all the lights on the way. He stepped inside and checked to see if anyone was hiding in or behind the closet. After a while, he did the same in my room, but he didn't find the man in question anywhere. For the next several minutes we searched the house with my father. He also called his mother, but the loudspeaker atmosphere was clearly heard on the receiver. That night we all slept in my parents' bedroom. The curse had come back for seven years, the same thing happened every time. The sister described the figure as a tall man in a trench coat and top hat. He was standing in the corner and just staring at her. A few years later, I heard about the ghost of a man in a hat that turned out to be a real phenomenon. "
House at the cemetery
"My friend's grandmother's house was opposite the cemetery. My friend kept telling me crazy stories about it being a haunted place, but I never believed him. We were there one night and I swear I saw something about the size of a preschooler running through the living room and dining room straight into the kitchen.
- Did you see the kid who just ran through the house? My friend asked.
There was nobody at my grandmother's house, and certainly, no children (apart from the two of us) played there. It was late at night and I'm sure no one opened the door to go in. When we told his grandma about it, she didn't care at all.
"Come on, it happens all the time," she said. After this story, I started to believe in ghosts.
My friend also told me that when he happened to stay there, he always took the TV out of the bedroom. All because he once woke up in the night and in his reflection, he saw the faces that watched him as he slept. "
"Hello?"
"I was taking an evening shower, it somehow wintered, I remember that it was already very dark outside the window. I live in the suburbs of London, where all the houses are quite narrow and wall-to-wall. The walls, however, are so thick that you can hardly hear your neighbors... The parents sat downstairs, the front door was locked. Basically, there is deathly silence upstairs, unless Mom turns on the radio in the elders' bedroom. This time, however, it was not like that. Anyway, I was drying my hair with a towel and was about to hang it in my parents' room. I opened the door and entered the dark when I heard a distinguished female voice saying hello. I stopped in a dark bedroom and tossed the same password. Silence. The voice didn't belong to my mother or to any of our neighbors. The radio was off and the double soundproofed windows were locked. I stood there for five more minutes, waiting for some other sound, but heard nothing else. However, her voice was MAXIMUM clear and directed towards me. I can tell with certainty that it came from the left side of the bedroom, from where the wardrobe stands. That's where I've been staring since I stepped into the room. If it's really a ghost, it's been a very interesting experience. "
"WAKE UP!"
