5. She Just Wanted To Be Your Friend
“When I was in second grade I woke up one summer night, dead of night, to a woman floating through my window into my bedroom. Oddly, I wasn’t scared. I just sat up and asked “What are you doing here?” I remember she answered me, but oddly enough the next morning I couldn’t remember what she said or even what her voice sounded like. I couldn’t even remember what she looked like. So next I said to her, in true 8-year-old fashion, “Well, you better get going because my Dad might wake up and then he’ll be mad.” She slipped out of my already cracked open bedroom door and I went back to sleep.
Sounds like sleep paralysis right? Wrong. The next day I was really excited that I had my own fairy godmother and I named her Crystal. And I thought in my head – Please come back! Come back and wake me up at dawn so we can talk!
I shit you not, the next morning, just as it was getting light outside, I hear someone whispering my name. I realized that this shit was real, and she was a ghost, and I froze. I stayed as still as I could, not even able to breathe, and just prayed as hard as I could ‘Go away go away go away.” I could FEEL her right by my head. As I’m typing this tears are coming to my eyes.
Okay, happened once, coincidence, right? Nope. Every time I would get brave and say out loud to her, before going to bed in my room, “Okay, come this time I swear I won’t get scared.” She would come, whispering my name, and I would almost shit my pants in fear and never open my eyes.
So at this point I’m thinking, still could be night terrors, right? I mean, our eyes have receptors sensitive to light that wake us up, thus causing me to wake up at dawn and hallucinate this shit. Here’s where shit gets real. Next summer I tell a friend that this is going on while we were camping together. She doesn’t believe me, says to me, okay, ask her to come tonight. We’re sleeping in same tent and my friend wants to see for herself. So I do. And at dawn, I hear her, calling my name AND MY FRIEND’S NAME. We don’t move, she leaves, and we both sit up and my FRIEND HEARD HER TOO. She freaks out, tells her parents later that day sobbing, I get in trouble for scaring the shit out of kids with ghost stories.
Later that summer I told my cousin this story, and before that night, she freaks out, tells her Mom, and I get my ass beat for telling ghost stories.
I got pissed about said beating, and angrily said out loud – ‘I got in trouble because of you, and I never want to see you ever again!’
And I haven’t. Ever.
Thank fucking God. And I just don’t think about it anymore, and never when I’m alone at night.”
6. Dead Husband Alert
“I saw my deceased ex husband in my kitchen.
I was watching tv in my living room (in the middle of the day) and kept hearing this sound, like someone was jiggling their change around. And it was loud, as if it were in the room with me. I paused my T.V. yet the sound persisted.
So I start to look around the room and when I got to the kitchen, I saw him standing there. He was looking around, as if taking stock of my apartment. Oh, and he was jiggling change in one hand, while flipping a quarter in between his fingers with the other hand. Something he did a lot when he was alive.
He turned his head and saw me frozen, staring at him. The expression on his face was knew I would never forget. His eyes got HUGE and he kind of tilted his head forward, with the expression like, “You can SEE me??!!” I don’t how long we stared at each for, but I turned away when I started to hear my cat ripping up the fucking carpet again in the other room. When I turned back to my ex, he was gone.
It’s worth noting that he had only been dead for a couple months too. Some Romanian women I worked with told me that the dead stick around for three months before crossing over. I don’t know about all that, but I know without a shadow of a doubt, what I saw that day.”
7. Chilled To The Bone
“I used to be in the military and the training camp bunk that we lived in was said to be haunted.
Occasionally, our stuff would go missing and reappear in weird places, like under our bed, or inside a bag that we had zipped up and stuff…no big deal, right? I mean human error and all. Then came the instance that freaked everyone out.
It was one night after lights out and my friend was on his phone texting his girlfriend. Most of us were drifting off to sleep, and were lying on our beds, etc. Suddenly, he heard the shuffling of feet from the corridor, so thinking that it was our Sergeant, he quickly hid his phone under his pillow, rolled over on his side and pretended to sleep.
Till this day, what happens next chills me to the bone. While he pretended to sleep, he heard someone right behind him, at the other side of his bed going “Don’t worry, you can continue to pretend to sleep.”
I would dismiss this as a figment of his imagination, except about five other people around him heard it as well, including me. Creepier still, there was no one there, and it was the voice of a little girl that said it.
For reference, our training camp was in the middle of an island, and was set up away from the main admin blocks. The island has been closed by the government for army training purposes for the past 15 years so there were definitely no civilians around, let alone kids.
To make matters freakier, when we came back from our weekend home leave, there was a bunch of female hair on his bed, neatly bundled up, long and jet black. Under his pillow was a note – “remember me?”.
Now as I said we were in the middle of a forest, in the middle of an island. And at that point in time, there were no female recruits/personnel on the island. Our bunks were locked up for the weekend and the duty Sergeant had no idea that the incident happened. We never spoke about it after that night.
Still chills me to the bone thinking about it.”