For the last few days I have been listening to creepypastas. I really like them, and although people say it’s true, I don’t really believe them. I do not believe in paranormal activity either, but there simply are some things I can’t explain that happened in rehab.
When I was new in rehab my roommate told me that someone had committed suicide in the room I slept in. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but some strange things happened. While a was asleep I suddenly heard the bathroom door shake violently. At first I thought it could be a roommate, but then I realized they were all in bed. Then I thought I could’ve been the wind, this is still my theory, but there were no open rooms or doors in my room though.
A couple days later I was showering. The room filled with steam and I saw a handprint form on my mirror. I am convinced it was because a roommate put a very greasy hand on the mirror making the steam unable to stick on it since grease and water don’t mix.
A few days later I saw a shadow in the auditorium past midnight, despite the fact that everyone except a few “coaches” should be asleep. And those coaches should be posted in their room.
I still struggle to believe that it was paranormal activity, but I am starting to be more open-minded towards paranormal activity.
Does anyone else have unexplainable experiences or fun creepypastas?
way back in the seventies i was working weekends had a full time job but my mate got me in a local supermarket warehouse nightshift doing security, he said the last guy left for no reason ? so i started sat night had to go round big warehouse and clock my key it was massive , first week it was ok but the next sat i was out in the warehouse and i heard a forklift ? went round the corner and it had moved but no one there , i spoke to the guy in the morning about this he looked at me and said the warehouse was built on a old church yard and there was a rumour of things that go bump in the night , so on Sunday night i was walking round i was sure someone was following me then i got a breath on the back of my neck , shit i was freaked out but i Continued and then a box fell of the shelf in front of me ,i said you dont frighten me ,then a draft like someone was passing me ,i was in that job for six months as my main job wanted me to move down south to England over those months i became used to the happenings and put it down to me being tired but who knows
I’m not saying that I believe in Ghosts as in the Ghostbusters or horror movie edition. But being a gypsy does come with a few specialities such as reading tarot cards, having the knowledge on how to do dream interpretation and “reading” the future in tea leaves, coffe grounds or a crystal ball. And even casting spells and curses.
With some help from your ancestors.
I believe that every people have a special energy, and spirit and that’s what’s noticeable when people are seeing “ghosts”
I also thinks that our loved ones can make themselves appear in small things all around us. In for example a scent or a special appearance of something that’s significant for them.
I’ve seen a lot of things people would label as paranormal activity but for me it isn’t, because I see it in another way.
One thing from our traditions is that when someone dies you put black fabric over the mirrors in the persons house so the soul won’t accidentally spot itself in the mirrors and get lost on their way passing.
When moving in to a new house you always put out your finest china and pours a cup of coffee, putting out milk and sugar for potential spirits to tell them that they are welcome to stay because it’s their home too.
I was living in my best friends house with an old basement when I was 17. We lived on the eastern plains of colorado catty corner to a really old cemetery. It wasn’t maintained anymore, all grown over and everything toppling. The latest headstone was from the 1800s. Being a teenager I went there a few times out of curiosity but was always respectful. One day my best friend left the house to go to our other friends house and left me alone so I went to shower. No body was home but me. I felt a bang like from a broom underneath my feet in the shower. So I banged back, he banged back. I figured he came home and was smoking weed in the basement and trying to rush me out of the shower to join him downstairs. I wasn’t done yet so I just started playing around and knocked my feet in a tune. Like “dun dun duh duh” and he knocked back “dun dun”
A few seconds later I did the first part again and heard nothing so I stopped. A moment later I felt the loudest most shivering BANG underneath me. It could not have been done with a broom. It shook the whole shower. I had chills and shampoo still in my hair. I ran out in a towel and went to the basement to go find him and ask him what the fuck was that about but when I got down there no one was there. I thought he was messing with me but I was completely alone. I ran upstairs and out of the house and sat on the porch still covered in soap in my towel until he got home. He came back and I told him what happened but he didn’t believe me and thought I was trying to scare him. I was so upset because it obviously wasn’t a pipe busting or anything, it was intelligent and finishing the tune I was stomping out. And the bang was so loud it still gives me chills when I think about it. I also saw a baby in that basement once and walked up to it and it dissapeared in an instant in front of my eyes when I got close. I am positive I saw a baby in a pink outfit and it just went away as soon as I acknowledged it. I hate that basement so much.
Oh dear… My uncle lived in an apartment building that was one of our villages oldest hotels rebuilt into apartments. A few years ago, the lady who once owned the hotel Lady Emily was a really lovley Lady and she cared about the hotel like it was her baby. And was treating the guests the same way. The hotel was called Phenix (like the bird in the story) and was really beautiful rebuilded with the old reception, the sign and the staircases preserved but restored.
He was the first one to move in, and a few nights after he did he heard someone moving around furniture. He assumed it was some new neighbors but it wasn’t. After a few nights he got tired of not being able to sleep, so in the middle of the night he went out in the staircase and really politely said “It’s Okey Emily, you can move around the furniture and set things in order all you wish, I know you are here and cares for us, and I want you to know that I care for you and the hotel too, but can we please re-arrange the furniture during the day?”
And after that the one he still believes was Emily stopped making noise at night. Hw still claims she came to visit a few times helping him rearrange his own furnitures,but he doesn’t live there anymore and the reception is now a Cafe.