What is your most genuinely frightening paranormal or haunted experience?

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Im bored - I wanna be terrified. Give me your honest to god truthful terrifying haunted experience.

Not a knock in the night but a full apparition scare the S**t out of you level.

Thank you kindly,

I’m not a woo person normally, but I was driving down a road, a road I’ve driven down lots of times before, and I felt scared, a sense of foreboding. There’s alot of trees either side, so some of it is sheltered, and I felt closed in. Hard to explain really. Never had it before or since, but I’m always wary on that stretch of road now.

Ok this is 2/10 on the scare scale.

Not to diminish your experience, but I need MORE!

I got home from work one cold winters night and could see DP upstairs in our bedroom. Curtains were closed so it was just her silhouette I could see walking around up there. Problem is, that she was also opening the front door to me at the time, as she'd spotted me coming home.

I walked in, asked "Who else is here?" She looks confused and says Noone. Slightly panicking now I barge past her, and leg it upstairs. No fucker there, checked absolutely everywhere.

I don't believe in ghosts, so I've rationalised it every which way from Sunday, but it was still freaky as fuck.

I know it’s not that scary. But a new experience for me. I agree, it’s probably a 2/10.

I’ve told this one on here when it happened in shock and got slated. But anyway this is 100% the truth. About 11 years ago I did night shifts in a care home, there was a lady there who no one had much time for because she was rude and swore at everyone. But I liked the banter and made her a cup of hot choc and sat with her for a chat whenever I worked on her unit.

Unfortunately she died quite suddenly and the next night I was on shift they let me know what had happened and I was feeling quite sad for her.

It was about 2am and I was watching TV - I had young children at home and it was a boring shift and I was looking forward to going home and then all of a sudden the canvas photos of the residents on the wall suddenly flew off at a 90 degree angle from the wall and landed at my feet across the room where I was sitting. The only one that stayed on the wall was the lady that had died.

No physical possible way they all flew off at that angle at that time and in that direction. No freaky mini typhoon, I wasn’t asleep and dreaming, no electrical pulse or anything people have said to explain it away. It was real and I cannot explain it but I have never forgotten it or her.

This one's probably more weird than truly terrifying but I've never managed to explain it. Years ago, when I lived with my first proper boyfriend we had a weird little flat in an old garage conversion. It was pretty tiny - just three rooms in a long line - kitchen/ shower room at the front, living room behind then bedroom behind that. On the outside, the living room & bedroom had a big thick brick wall running between them so the living room was effectively one side of the wall, and the bedroom the other side - if you looked out the living room window all you saw was the wall, same if you looked out the bedroom one.

One eve, we were trying to get ready to go out and could not find the key anywhere. Literally both turned the place upside down looking for it. I was then in the living room looking, boyfriend in bedroom. I heard a tap on the window so looked up and saw something big (human sized) and black, flash past the window. Literally a minute after, boyfriend comes in saying "Did you see that?" And saying he'd just seen the same go straight past the bedroom window. He then goes "How did we miss that??" And the key's there, literally right in the middle of the white rug in middle of the living room floor.

Makes zero sense as nobody could run through that wall, plus I swear we looked everywhere for that key. But "key hiding wall-running ghost" is not really the stuff of nightmares :)

I read this on MN years ago but it made me shiver, it was a couple renting a place a they had a little nook where I think they stored things / coats if I recall. When they moved out they were talking to friends, possibly the new tenants themselves or friends of them, and they didn’t know what they were talking about when the said the little nook, turns out there was no nook …. It’s probably made up but it made me very 😵‍💫😱

I’ve never told anyone this but a few years ago I was spending the night at my parents house. Everyone had turned in for the night and I was going around the house turning off the lights and making sure the front door was locked when a face peered at me only inches away from my face. It was just the face, no body and it was like it was covered in a black veil because I could see the shape of the face but no features. It was scary and thinking about it still makes me feel scared all these years later.

When I was a teenager, a friend and I did a ouja board, and it worked.

I was sitting in my apartment on holiday listening to music. The stack of about 6 CDs flew off the table an onto the floor one by one and landed in a stack again on the floor.

I was terrified.

Buckle up its a long one....

When I was younger (14) my parents moved into a 1950s house so not exactly a premise for a "old spooky haunted" house. I wasn't one to be frightened or believe in ghosts but my mum & brothers commented that the house felt strange and after living in that house I now truly believe in ghosts even if that makes me sound a little crazy. Never "felt" a house like it and was glad to move out. All of this is true although it does sound like I / my family are crackers.

The house was renovated as it hadn't been decorated or touched since it was built and we moved in after the renovations.
When you used the newly converted outhouse the temperature would drop at random intervals and the hairs on your arm / head would stand up. I can't describe it but it felt like someone was stood next to you / beside you? If i was reading in the outhouse (it was converted into a sun lounge/ sitting area) even on a warm sunny day the temp would suddenly drop and the readings would plummet on the thermostat. This happened over the six years that I lived there, and not just to me but my family & friends staying too. Sometimes you would hear loud banging during the night and find that all the books had been thrown off the bookshelf onto the floor when you finally ventured down the next day. We went through so many side lamps that would be found smashed on the floor during the night it was particularly bad over Christmas/ December. The family dog wouldn't use that room and would pine at the door (all of his back hairs would stick up)

During the night sometimes you could hear someone running up and down the stairs (not my brothers ...who would come running into my room shouting did you hear that?!! And we'd all hide under the covers), usually the pantry door downstairs slamming a couple of times for good measure. For some reason my mum decided on glass panel internal doors and you would oftern see a shadow passing if you were watching tv (the dog would start barking and pining). Taps would turn on full during the night & day (my poor dad paid many plumbers but no problem could not be found). One time we found a pair of ladies fur lined gloves and a scarf beautifully placed in my eldest brothers argos wardrobe. The wardrobe had been bought over a year ago new. Not his gloves, not anyone we knew, it was very odd. We left them on top of his wardrobe and one day they were no longer there.

A year before we sold the house (and five years since moving in) my youngest brother was carrying a box of the Christmas decorations when a calender flew down from the loft hatch along with two old fashioned Christmas cards. The calender was from 1961 and flipped to the month: December 1961 with dates and special events all marked, circled etc fascinating but absolutely terrifying as the loft had been boarded and cleared when we first moved in and we had been up in the loft several times without ever seeing this calender or the two christmas cards. One of the cards was signed "from your sister Louisa". No one wanted to put the decs back in the loft after that and my poor older brother drew the short straw. We put the calender back in the loft along with the cards. Neither were there when we moved out a year later.

I moved out and never thought any more of the house (although it did crop up when friends/ families shared random "spooky" stories at parties). I fell in love, moved house had a child and worked as a carer. Life moves on as it were? One day, 11 years since moving into my parents house, I was sent to a different care home as they were short staffed and the care home was located near my parents old house. I set to work and met one of the residents called Louisa, she was questioning my last name (it's unquie/unusual) and asked if i lived nearby. I explained that i didn't and she told me I can't be who she thought I was. She then went on to explain that she sold her sisters house to a couple with the same last name as myself and had wondered what they had done to the place / made it home as she had really wanted it to be a family home. I asked if it was number 12 risselworth avenue? And she smiled and asked if I was mrs x I explained that she was my mum and I lived in the house for a few years before it was sold. She told me about her and her sister who had moved into the house when they were 16/18. how she had married and lived away but her sister had kept the house after their parents had died, she had never married, was quite a lonely soul and stayed in it until she died in the house (!!)(and louisa sold the house to my parents). Louisa told me about how they both shared the same birthday month (december). I did ask if anything remarkable happened in 1961 but nothing of importance struck her (i explained we found an old calender when we moved in) Louisa was delighted to see a few old photos i had on my phone of my brothers and I outside her family home. I never mentioned the spooky goings on we experienced. Never worked at that care home and I haven't seen her since (i hope her and her sister are at peace though) I dont know if this is anecdotal but when I looked on rightmove my parents old house has been sold seven times since we moved out. Its in a good school catchment so it seems odd to me that it would be sold so many times!

I've since lived in five different houses (rentals...one was even next door to a cemetery & built in the 1900s) and not one of them has felt odd/strange like that house did. I can walk around in the dark, never heard loud footsteps running up the stairs, heard / seen doors randomly slam shut or felt odd cold sensations in any of the houses we've lived in since. Would love to know if there was a rational explanation for it all though! 😀

You win.

OMG - I cannot believe you met Louisa.

The gloves thing is crazy.

Does anyone remember the poster who shared a story a few years ago on a similar thread about her modern family home where her two (?) sons had seen the reflection of a hooded figure in a mirror, standing by the back window looking out? The poster hadn't believed them, even though they'd seen it a few times, until she was home alone one day doing some housework and saw it herself? Gave me the heebie jeebies that did!

details please!!

I lived in a house that was built in 1667, so very very old, I lived there until the age of 7 and when ever I think about it I get a funny feeling. My mum always heard loud footsteps at night clomping around and would check on me and I would be fast asleep.
Rooms would go ice cold when you walked in.
I was talking about this to my mum a month ago and said I would love to go back and see what it’s like now and if there is any presence still. I looked on rightmove and it is for sale!!
I booked a viewing and my Mum and I went to see it, the owners are the people that my mum sold it to 40 years ago.
Very heavy feeling in parts and the room that used to go really cold felt oppressive.
I thanked the Estate agent and we left but I am glad we went back and I feel I can leave it in the past and stop wondering. I think you can almost feel the heaviness in the pictures.

Wow! I can see what you mean!

Ok...
My friend and I were about 14. One afternoon we decided to make a ouija board, and set it up on a small table between us in my bedroom. We closed the curtains and lit a candle...
We were going about it seriously, and rested our fingertips on the cup's edge.
We asked something like, "Spirits can you hear us?"
I think we might have asked a couple of times but quickly, the cup began to move under our fingers.
We asked, what is your name? And the cup spelled B-E-N.
How old are you? S-E-V-E-N-T-E-E-N
At the same time the cup was moving I said to my friend - Stop moving it! You're moving it!
And she was saying to me, no, it's you!
She took her hand away, and asked, how did you die?
With my fingertip touching the edge, the cup moved and began spelling C-A-
At that point I freaked out, and pushed the pieces of paper and the cup off the little table and blew out the candle.

Afterwards I read somethings online about the case for a spirit dimension. I was struck by a few things I read.
One was that spirits communicating with humans through something like a ouija board are mischievous and unsettled spirits. They will lie to try to appeal to you to talk to them, for example they could pretend to be a dead relative.
It would fit in this case that a spirit talking to two teenage girls would pretend to be an older teenage boy.

Bloody hell! Not sure I could live there. It looks normal too.

What do you think the C A meant, in the sense of 'Ben's' cause of death?

I had that as well. I was seriously creeped out by it. The glass felt like it actually lifted up on a cushion of air, a bit like when you try to push two magnets together. There was resistance but it wasn't fully in contact with the table. It moved surprisingly fast as well.

I've had a few spooky experiences as an adult but nothing that actually frightened me, just seriously baffled me and made me feel uneasy/weirded out.
People will just dismiss them as something else though, or say I must have imagined it.

The most memorable one was with my toddler. We started to think he attracted poltergiest activity. We'd hear really heavy bangs on his wooden bedroom floor after he'd gone to bed, like someone had dropped or thrown something heavy.

We'd both rush upstairs thinking he'd fallen out of bed, or that he had woken up and was playing and had pulled over some furniture or something. When we got there he was sound asleep in bed with nothing on the floor, no signs of any disturbance. So weird. That happened a couple of times when he was really young, but big enough to be out of a cot.

Also in the same house, I was once in the kitchen cooking dinner waiting for DH to come in from work and the (quite little) DC were in the next room watching TV. I heard the front door open, then close. Usually he'd stick his head round the door to say hello before going upstairs to change, but I heard footsteps going straight up the stairs so I assumed he needed the loo. Ten mins went by so I went upstairs and there was no sign of him. I asked the kids if they'd seen him and they said no. Asked them if they'd been out by the front door for any reason. No. He wasn't even home. He came in about 20 minutes later.

Also the same house, DC was at nursery and I was in the kitchen one lunchtime. There was a breakfast room off the kitchen and suddenly I heard, very clearly, the sound of a small child's voice coming from in there, saying 'Mummy' and something else indistinct that I couldn't make out. I immediately rushed in there, really confused because my DC was at nursery and...absolutely nothing.

I had a few experiences in that kitchen where I would be standing at the worktop doing something and I'd suddenly get a really strong sense that someone was standing right behind me, really close. Of course I'd swing round and there was never anyone there.

I don't take much interest in anything woo or paranormal really, it's not like I am always on the lookout for it and I accept there is usually a logical explanation for these things but I'll be darned if I know what it is.

Or that your friend was pranking you! Or the ideomotor effect.

Not a popular MN opinion but I’m largely of the most ghosts are fine and I’m happy to co exist and not easily scared mentality. Our house is old and busy place and all are welcome but firmly told this is my home now so behave. Generally when any act up and mess about with the lights or bang upstairs a “quit it” or “not now” does the trick, but most of them are welcome. My DH’s late father is a fairly regular and can be anything from the smell of his pipe smoke to an apparition. His father (DH’s grandfather) too occasionally will be around in the bedroom he passed in. We also have a mirror lady who came with an antique mirror left to DHs mum, I set her up by the door as she’s very protective of my DDs and Dd2’s room has a man with a tall top hat, he likes messing around with the bathroom lights and banging the spare room door.
The only actual terrifying one was when Dd1 was little and she had a very very tall dark shadow man appearing in her room and sitting on her bed at night and terrifying her, the energy in her room changed completely even during the day it was freezing. She was so upset and said he had “scared old daddy away” When I asked her what she meant she showed me a picture of DH’s dad and said he won’t come in and tell stories anymore. We moved her to our room and we evicted him sharpish but he was a scary one! I did my thing (clues in the username but my DSis used holy water too to be doubly sure). Ended up she never used that room again though.

No to both. Otherwise it wouldn't have been a genuinely paranormal/unexplained thing to experience!

I would guess a believable way a 17 year old could have died - car crash? No idea though

One evening (about 10pm) I was waiting in the car to pick up my teenage DD and her friend from another friend's house. I was parked in a typical London street - quite narrow, terraced houses, cars parked quite close together along both sides of the road. I'd texted DD to say I was there and she'd replied to say they were just coming.

As I was sitting there I glanced in my wing mirror and saw a dodgy-looking man (scruffy/drunk) walking up the road behind me heading in the direction of DD's friend's house which was maybe about 10 to 12 houses further up the road in front of the car. I didn't like the idea of the girls encountering this man as they walked down the road towards my car, so I got out to walk up to meet them. But ... the man disappeared! He wasn't on either side of the road in either direction. He couldn't have gone into a house - I would have seen it or heard the door close. I saw him and got out of the car - 10 seconds lapsed max! Spookiest thing ever.