“I’ll start with a little about myself. My name is Emma, and I’m 19 years old. I currently live in Canada, in a town outside of Toronto. I had one or two small experiences when I was about 8 or 9 in my old house in Toronto. It was nothing scary. I just heard walking around and thought I saw my old pet cat a few days after she died.
About seven years later, I was at my ex-boyfriend’s house. Let’s just call him Jim. One day he was telling me how his house was haunted. I thought he was just messing with me so I didn’t really take him seriously. It was about three months into our relationship when strange things started to happen.
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Here’s another creepy tale from the same person who shared “Footsteps on the Stairs“…
“This next one happened last summer with my brother, his wife, my daughter, and I. It was around June or July, and it gets so hot and humid in this part of Georgia. We drove to the Crockford/Pigeon Mountain Wildlife Preserve here in Walker County to try and get in some swimming at what is called ‘The Blue Hole’ by locals. However, the swimming hole was too crowded, so we decided to go up the mountain and explore while waiting for people to leave.
The whole area is deep woods, broken only by dirt roads. People camp at the bottom near the swimming hole. The part we went to was a few miles away from everyone, and we left the pickup truck since the roads were too narrow for it.
The four of us were walking up this gravel road for a good half hour to 45 minutes and for some reason I can’t recall, my brother walked on ahead because he wanted to check something out. He was supposed to come right back, but he didn’t. After nearly an hour, my sister-in-law and I started to worry about him.
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“This story took place three years ago at my dad’s house. My husband and I had lost our home to foreclosure and good soul that he is, my dad offered to let us stay with him for a while till we got back on our feet financially. So he gave us the upstairs quarters of his house while he slept on a bed downstairs.
The house used to be a tractor shed, and when my family moved to Georgia from California 29 years ago they converted the tractor shed into a two-story house. My grandma lived in it until my dad took her to a nursing home in 2007. She passed away later that same year and he moved into her house where he still is now. Anyway, that’s the history of the place.
On the day in question, when I had my experience, my dad and husband were both at work and my daughter was at school. It was around eleven in the morning and too early for all three to be home yet. I was alone there since I was out of work at the time and was upstairs in the bathroom.
There’s a door that opens into the upstairs quarters and I had it closed as well as the bathroom door. As I was sitting in the bathroom, I heard these heavy, slow footsteps coming up the stairs. My grandma used to walk like that before she died. I got nervous and called out ‘Who’s there?’ and no one answered. Yes, I was scared! I had locked both doors downstairs, front and back, before going up to the bathroom.
A group of friends snap pics of their hot tub fun and a red figure appears in one of the photos. Is it a ghost, a trick, a camera error?
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“There’s this entity that’s been following me, and I haven’t the slightest clue why or what he wants. I guess it would make sense to start from the very beginning.
When I was around 5 or 6, two friends and I were sitting in my room, talking and playing. I looked up out the window which overlooked my grandmother’s backyard, some trees, and a few houses. I went back to playing, but something made me look out the window again. A man was walking through the yard. This wasn’t odd because my grandmother’s backyard is part of a short cut to a park. What was odd was the man himself.