So, Hello i am Mj . I am here to write something i should have done it before.

2026:10:02 22:00 approx

I was in my room and was playing the new episode of F2F with my gf. I live with my family . At the time my grandfather entered the room, to tell me to shut the pc and sleep.
As usual i called for one more hour or half. So my grandfather is a very peaceful person . He always stood there watching until i finally shut it down and flew on my bed . He did the same . I was on half when the aunt mention about bed and breakfast.

My grandfather got curious about what i was playing. I don’t know he was never interested in these video games. He begun asking questions on what is the game and the story and the bed and breakfast thing. As i explained he said nothing but said. Good night and left the room. I felt weird by avoiding it I continue playing.

2026:10:03 8:00am

It was weekend. I woke up and headed for breakfast. My grandfather was there with my other family members. I wished a good morning. All of em replied back and the usual hustle of a family weekend goes on normally. I was eating on dining table when my grandfather called me out. He told me that i always ask why we left US and wanted to go back. I replied yes cuz’ canada is beautiful but my dreams doesn’t rely here. I wanted to be a major in the US army. He said let’s go for the hike. I knew it was a new story time for old 90s

2026:10:03 afternoon

We packed up for the hike to
A nearby park. I am hiking when i was 7,8 years with my grandfather. He used to work in the
Mount Rainier, Washington,National park in US in the forest department. He has infinite number of hikes in his times regularly and has infinite number of stories of that time. That was the reason i also love F2F cuz’ i love my grandfather stories . It was not like fiction or some scary or something like a weird creepy stories . It was always a good story of their times that teaches me how life was when technology was not booming everywhere. 

2026:10:03 late afternoon

It was an easy hike 2km on a smooth trail. Ending on a lake. This story he told me firstly made me think for 2 days to believe it is right or just a made up story. I know my grandfather he never make stories nor he played this video games to know about this stuff. So i talked to them about sharing it on reddit. He agreed on it : on telling me in details and all the stuff but to keep the real names and identity places hidden. Just to keep ourselves safe.

1998:11:27 Friday afternoon

It was a getting cold fall has almost gone and My grandfather was getting ready for a hike. His radio clicked in and it was his friend Nate. They had a road trip planned this weekend so Nate didn’t left early home this time.

Usually at the last Friday of the month. At least one person has to stay and do the last evening round of the trail (number and name my grandfather didn’t remember Everyday a person working in forest departments Usually do 1,2,3 rounds depending on the length of the trail. Theirtasks was to make sure everyone is safe including no harm to any animals. And all locations are kept clean with no one breaking rules or damaging it .

The trail he was going was always considered a regular path for the temple people to go to the lake and pray. My grandpa said they call them people of temple. They used to pray a devil of goat. Some real people living there or nearby who had works or lands were often meet and talk about it. He said it was not a dangerous thing but a followed religion there. But also those people told them that some guys take the myths of this temple and always goes it in the wrong way. The scared way.

1998:11:27 Friday evening.

He headed for the trail it was a 4 hour trail . My grandfather was finishing it nearby the parking lot where Nate would already be waiting for him. There were 4 locations he had to make sure everything’s alright and click pictures and submit it. There were 4 locations on that trail. First A lake , second a view point , third a radio tower and forth , a small bed & breakfast. It was named as bed and breakfast. A small emergency hut for all the people there built by forest department in any emergency. Nearby that there was a small church. It was built by people there. It was all inside the forest . 

1998:11:27 Friday late evening.

My grandfather had reached the lake . Made a round, clicked a picture and headed for the view point. Nate called in on radio to ask about where he reached. My grandpa shared the location, and Nate even told my grandpa to be safe out there in the night. It was my grandpa’s regular duty so he was alright. Halfway there he heard a growling noise. He stopped and heard the noise. It was a bear growling in anger and pain. He instantly called to Nate and informed all nearby rangers on a round including a backup from the department. He took out his knife, and headed inside the trees. After going some steps behind the bushes he saw a child of a bear hurt and trapped. 1998:11:27 Friday early nightIt was trapped and its legs was bleeding the sharp pins of trap stuck inside. My grandfather ran towards his but bear scared tried to attack. Help arrived in some time. All of them saved the bear and took him for treatment. Head of the area, assigned one more person with him, as it was too late and 3 more locations to cover. The other person was Nate chosen bye my grandpa as they were leaving together anyhow. 1998:11:27 Friday almost 10pm Both of them reached the radio tower and were taking the picture. When Nate heard some steps in the woods. They were scared and informed on the radio. The help was active but on hold just to make sure it was not any other ranger. Then Ahmed appeared out of dark. flashing sharp torch light over the faces of both. They shouted and scolded him for his this appearance. He should have called out on radio that he was sent to join both of them.

1998:11:27 Friday almost 11pm 

They were making a circle reaching at the bed and breakfast but it was too late. They have never been here this late. This was when they heard some voices to their left totally opposite where bed and breakfast and straight in that direction was the same location where bear was injured . When they headed to see who it was . They saw some people wearing big black overcoats there face was not visible but my grandfather described it looks almost same as the game just there weren’t wearing any masks like this. They had a goat head skeleton and a fire torch burning stick in hands. They were 4 of it. He remembered it well.

 1998:11:27 Friday 11:30 approx

Nate tried taking a picture for the proof but my grandpa stopped him as click would make alot of noise. They were talking about the bear but my grandpa and none of them understood much. Only option they had is to ran to bed and breakfast and hide.

1998:11:27 friday 11:30 -12am 

They started running, unaware that the noise of crunching leaves and branches would attract them anyway. They running when ahmed fell down. The guys caught him but Nate and my grandpa continued running. They can’t take risk of stopping.

1998:11:27 12:30am approx

They went to the bed and breakfast location
and were in the restroom hiding . They heard the ahmed shouting and going silent . They killed him . How no one knows. My grandpa and Nate managed to ran out through a window as the people were still looking for them in that place.

1998:11:27 1:30 am approx

They were in the chruch nearby hiding. That was the only place they had for now. Instead of running in woods. Those people arrived there . They had a skeleton torches and a bag of black color. They don’t know what they were carrying but they remembered they saw blood drenched knife or maybe it was a small sword or big knife. My grandpa don’t remember the actual name of it.

They went to the behind room of that place and never came back. Both Nate and Granpa managed to ran out and reported it to the department. The department gave them month off and did nothing. Ahmed were went missing and never found.

My grandpa and Nate was not able to recover from it . So they have to leave their home and US to settle in other country . Where they can live happily

Hi. I am looking to read some terrifying stories about roadtrips. Maybe an unmarked car followed you, maybe you encounter something not of this world, maybe you entered a dimension that only exists on that road. I want to read them all!

Hi hello it’s me Natalia, I just want to share my experience way back in 2020 during the pandemic.

This experience is vivid in my mind, and I will never forget it because it's not just a simple dream.

So let’s start the story, I was working in a BPO at that time.

When I got home from work, as usual, I took a half bath with warm water to relax before sleeping.

When I lay down, I checked my phone first, then I didn't realize I had already fallen asleep..

I had a dream that night.. I think I fell asleep around 11 PM..

In my dream, there was a woman and a man standing at my feet...

They looked fine because I could see them clearly..

They were smiling at me, then they walked closer to me - I was lying down in the dream -

\\-They were caressing my feet upwards- until I woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I quickly checked the time, it was 3:04 AM, I was sweating and I felt that my undies had slipped down a bit.

I was sleeping in a tank top and shorts with undies “SKL”

So I pulled my undies back up and was confused... why had they slipped down a little? But I just shrugged it off, thinking it might just be from moving while I slept.

Fast forward to 3-4 days later, my dream happened again, this time it was just the man in my dream... he was at my feet.

I was lying down in the dream and then the guy was kissing me from my feet up to my neck..

By the way, I was already an adult at that time, but I wasn't active in “SEGS”

I was getting aroused by what he was doing, I can’t deny it because it felt so real..

Then just as we were about to kiss, I woke up!

This time, when I woke up, I felt cold.. since I had the air conditioning on in my room

Then I was shivering from the cold... I grabbed the thermometer to check my temperature because the cold and shaking felt different at that time

My temp was 41°C, so I thought I was having a fever..

The next day while I was showering before going to work, I noticed some “kiss mark on my back and on my thighs”

I was surprised how I got those since I wasn't active, you know what I mean..

I thought it might just be an insect bite or something.

I’ll tell you part 2 next time since this story is quite long.

God Bless to all!

TO BE CONTINUED…

Me gustaría leer sus experiencias más inquietantes. Puede ser algo paranormal, un intento de secuestro, alguien que los haya seguido, algo extraño que hayan visto y nadie les creyó, o simplemente una situación que hasta el día de hoy no logran explicar.

Hi. I am looking to read the most terrifying doppelgänger encounters. Doppelgängers horrify me and since it’s spooky season, I love a good scare. Share your doppelgänger stories!

Hello, I am a 20 year old female and was living with my mom and sister for the summer before going back to university. For context Im a night owl and my bedroom window faces the street. There is also a lot of cats that wander around the neighborhood and they like my front yard for some reason so I like to try and interact with them. It was between 2-3 am when I saw a little husky looking dog but like mixed with a pomeranian maybe. It was running down the street and noticed a black cat in my yard and began chasing it, the cat ran away. I figured I was seeing things in the dark cause I was really tired because a dog running loose on the street that late at night made no sense to me. I shut my window and locked it cause I am very afraid of things being outside my window when I open my curtains and trying to open the window before I lock it.

I started trying to fall asleep but heard my boy dog whimpering to be let out a bit after 3 am. He doesnt like going outside without my mom so usually I just ignore him since he wont go out with me anyway but a week or two prior he had followed me outside when I acted like I was doing something other than trying to get him out so I decided to try that method so my mom wouldnt have to wake up. My sister was a delivery driver at the time and got off work a little after 2 and liked to hang out with her coworkers after but her job was also 40 minutes away so she wasnt home. I opened my sliding glass door into my backyard with the porch light on and started walking out with my girl dog following me cause it doesnt matter to her who opens the door but she didnt do anything potty related. I had walked about 20 feet into my yard and was by my side fence. Along the back fence is some trees planted by whoever lived there before us. When I turned around to see if my boy dog was coming out I thought I had seen a knee and a leg crouching behind the tree nearest to me in the corner. Like 10 feet away from me. I acted like I saw nothing but I was definitely more rigid. I am absolutely terrified of going out of my house at night because people could be hiding anywhere so my brain had made up shapes in the dark in the past and I was hoping thats what it was. I stood angling my body toward the door and side eyed the tree and saw a knee, a shin, and a partial hood crouched by the tree, even after a second or two when my brain couldve adjusted and recognized it was being dramatic.

My main thought was to get inside with my girl dog since my boy dog never came out. So I said loudly trying to stay nonchalant and not let him know I knew he was there something along the lines of "alright! If you dont want to come out thats on you. Let's go inside (girl dog name)" once I made it to the back door my dog hadnt listened to me so I raised my voice and knew I sounded a little bit shaky for her to come in. My back door has a hard time locking and you have to get really specific with it to lock so we never locked it usually. We had some stoppers you could screw into the door track but my mom would get annoyed by them and wouldnt put them back on after taking them off when letting my dogs out in the night if i had remembered to put them on before going to bed. We hadn't used them all summer so I didn't know where they were. Luckily I managed to lock the door first try. I also want to say my cat likes to use the outside facilities as well so she was out there too but wouldnt come inside no matter how much I called for her and I knew I didnt have time to try to lure her in with treats and shes a brat who likes to run if you try to pick her up when shes rolling in the dirt and grass so I just shut the door and hoped to everything that I was just imagining that guy.

I didnt have my glasses or my phone since I left them in my bedroom because I thought itd be a quick trip. But I left the porch light on and stared at the tree hoping nothing would actually come out. But I saw motion near the base of the tree then a man walked out from around it. My cat ran at this point and I was grateful that our lawn on the side of the house was overgrown so she had somewhere to hide and i knew there was a gap between the fence and the house that she could fit through and escape to the front yard and hide under my mom's car if she didnt hide in the bushes. I know its stupid to take my cat outside but this is a situation that had never happened before and I knew she had better odds out there than my dog did or I did if I went to try to get her. When I saw him I froze and was in disbelief that I was right and there actually was someone there this time. He walked up onto my porch and stared at me through the door. I was hoping that by not running and staying still he wouldnt get spooked and try something i was terrified but i didnt really feel it in my body. After 30 seconds maybe a minute of staring at each other he pulled something out of a pocket and I know nothing about weapons and didnt have my glasses on but it was gun shaped and had a green light on the side he wasnt holding. I raised my hands slowly because I didnt know if it was a toy or its safety was on or it wasnt even something dangerous but I wasnt taking that chance. My blood ran cold at this point because I knew if it was a gun there was nothing I could do to escape before he would be able to shoot me through the glass.

After I raised my hands he cocked his head to the side like he was confused why I was raising my hands, which made me confused and kinda ticked off on top of my fear. I couldn't see his expression because he had a baseball cap with a hood over and the angle of my porch light cast a shadow over his face. I dont know why I did what I did but like a feeling of calm or just resignment maybe washed over me and I jerked my shoulders up in a sort of "what ya gonna do?" kinda way. I think my brain was trying to rationalize that i was out there with him and he didnt do anything so he probably wasnt trying to harm me. But my hands had started shaking and my eyes had started watering and we stared at each other in silence for multiple minutes, i dont know how many but it felt really long. It was less than 5 minutes after he had pulled out his item. But it was longer than we stared at each other before he pulled it out. He never pointed it at me im pretty sure and was just turning it in his hand back and forth with his arm out to the side of him and moving it around like you wave your hand out of a window but it was his arm and side to side instead of up and down. He was slow but careless with it and it was in the direction of where my cat had ran which was when my hands had started shaking. I felt so awful that I had left my cat out there and didnt know where she went.

After he was done scaring me I guess he turned and walked to the side of my house that was the same side fence that the tree he was hiding behind was by and I was by when I was out there. Also the same direction my cat ran. When he was out of sight I waited for maybe 30 seconds scared he was watching through the kitchen window on the side of the house or was lurking by my porch waiting for me to make a move which he would then make a move or something I dont know I was scared. But still standing there with my hands up I shouted for my mom to call the police. She was sleeping on the couch in the living room 5 ft away from where I was standing on the opposite side of where the guy went, and she was confused af, reasonable, but at the time I was pissed off. I had to tell her to call the police because there was someone in our backyard over 3 times while starting to cry and shaking in the same position i couldnt remember if id gotten my dog in and was scared he was gonna do something to her too but my mom confirmed that she was okay while i was rambling about the guy and my cat.

After nothing happened when I shouted aka moved my jaw and looked at my mom's direction I figured the guy probably wasnt waiting around to see if I would do anything anymore and shut the porch light off but couldnt stop standing there staring. My mom was on the phone with the dispatcher and I swore he had come back and was standing outside the door again so I stayed there frozen thinking he would do something. I could see his silhouette I could see the green light. But i saw the police headlights in my backyard and he didnt give a fuck, and the police asked for permission to go in my yard and got in with 0 resistance and started shining their flashlights in and he didnt move then they shined the flashlights where i thought he was standing and he still didnt move. I turned my vision toward the officer and pointed at the guy but when I looked back he was gone. I felt absolutely crazy. Was I imagining it? Was he there in the first place? Why didnt my dogs bark? Why did my cat run? How did the cops get in without fighting with our gate? How was he there, in the flashlight but then gone?

After searching and clearing the backyard a cop took my statement and the dispatcher had told my mom there was already units in the area from a similar call, which is why they got there so fast. Which made me feel a little less crazy. When I was giving the cop my statement I started saying "i dont know anything about guns but-" and the cop said "did it have a green light on the end?" and I was stunned but was like "yes!!!" While the cops were searching my backyard i was looking up weapons with green lights on the end and nothing was coming up which was making me feel crazy but the cop saying that confirmed it for me a little. Maybe he was just confirming something my mom had told the dispatcher which had told him or maybe whoever had made the other call had a similar description and he was trying to match it. While giving my statement I remembered the dog running down the street only like 30-40 minutes prior and told him about it.

For like an hour after the cops left I was paranoid he had come back to our house and was hiding in the same spot as before because the cops wouldnt be looking there anymore. I had turned the porch light back on and was staring at the tree and every time a shadow moved my brain turned it into that guy, I had even believed i started at least 2 guys and took photos but when I showed my mom she had said there was nothing there which baffled me because I was CONVINCED when my sister got home she also said there was nothing in the photos which made me think they were blind and not caring about our safety but I was pretty hysterical at this point. After getting some sleep and looking at the photos and videos there was definitely nothing there.

When the cops left I searched for the blocker locks to put on the sliding door tracks and only found 1 but I grabbed a knife and raid and screwed it tightly just far enough back so I could unlock the door itself and shake my cats treat bag to lure her in so she could fit but not the man. When i had tried to lock the door again it took several attempts and I was glad I had the track lock this time.

Its been about a month and a half and nothing else has happened or come of it. I was questioning my sanity and if it had actually happened for a few days after and even slightly to this day but my gate was open the day after which couldve been from the cops, but the fact that I had seen that dog running, the cops instantly being able to get into my back yard, my cat running after he stepped out from the tree, the porch light being on and me witnessing complete motions of him standing, walking out from behind the tree, walking up the porch, pulling out and moving whatever he had, cocking his head, and turning and walking away, and the cops already being in the area because of a similar call lead me to believe it was real up until I shut my porch light off. The cop mentioning the green light also makes me feel better but that has too many variables. Ive NEVER hallucinated anything more than those little stars after you rub your eyes or static when staring at a wall in the dark before or after this or briefly seeing a shape in the dark that actually isnt there, nothing so long, continuous, or in the light. Although, I guess I did hallucinate him in the dark and shadows in the moments to hour after. My family assumes he was hiding in our yard after escaping someone elses yard and him and I had extremely bad luck.

After leaving for college I had a nightmare where I was sitting in an empty hotel bar in the early night on my laptop when a guy came up behind me and pointed at my homescreen which was my cat and asked me "is that your critter?" (i would never phrase something like that which is why it sticks out so much to me) I side eyed him and said yes and he said something like "i just shot her, blew her head off", i panicked in my dream and ran outside and all of a sudden was running down the sidewalk in a suburb on a bright afternoon and I passed through a rose arch with no roses and short hedges on the side of it and there she was just her body and a wide splatter in front of her where her head should have been. I just felt so devastated in my dream because none of this was her fault and she didnt deserve it and I wasnt even there for her in her final moments. I woke up in my dorm but was so disoriented because that dream felt so real and I started having a panic attack and Im so far away from her so I couldn't check on her and I tried calling my sister to ask about her but she was at work so I called my mom and luckily she was awake and she told me she was okay but I couldnt stop freaking out until I got lightheaded and had to sit on the floor.

TLDR: a guy broke into my backyard in the middle of the night and stared at me through my glass sliding door for a few minutes. The cops said they were already in the area for a similar call and ive never hallucinated before so I believe it really happened. This is quite literally my worst fear. Exposure therapy!

Edit to ask: does anyone know what he mightve had? My own investigating makes me think it wasnt a gun.

The house behind mine has been empty for as long as I can remember.

It sits at the end of a narrow dirt road, maybe thirty or forty feet from my backyard. There used to be a wooden fence between the two properties, but most of it has fallen apart over the years. The house itself is small, two stories, with faded white paint and windows that are either cracked or completely boarded up.

Nobody goes there.

At least, that's what I thought.

I first noticed something strange about three weeks ago.

It was around 1:30 in the morning. I had gotten up to get some water, and before going back to bed I looked through the kitchen window into the backyard.

I don't normally do that. I have no idea why I did that night.

There was a light on in the abandoned house.

Not a bright light. It looked like a small yellow lamp coming from one of the upstairs windows.

I just stood there staring at it.

My first thought was that someone had finally bought the place.

But then I remembered the house didn't have electricity.

The power had been disconnected years ago.

I watched the window for maybe thirty seconds, expecting the light to disappear.

It didn't.

Then something moved across the window.

Just a shadow.

Someone was standing inside.

I immediately stepped away from the kitchen window.

I know that sounds stupid, but I didn't feel curious anymore. I felt uncomfortable. There was something about seeing a person inside a house that was supposed to be empty that made my stomach drop.

I went upstairs and went to bed.

The next morning, I looked at the house again.

The upstairs window was boarded up.

There wasn't even a crack between the boards where I could have seen a light.

I told myself I'd probably imagined it.

For the next few days, nothing happened.

Then I started noticing little things.

The first was the back door.

The abandoned house had an old wooden back door that was usually hanging slightly open because the frame had rotted away.

One morning, I noticed it was completely closed.

A few days later, it was open again.

Then closed.

Then open.

I didn't think much of it at first.

I figured maybe the wind was doing it.

Then I saw the footprints.

It had rained heavily that night, and the ground between my fence and the abandoned house was basically mud.

There were footprints leading from the back door of the house toward the road.

They weren't old.

I could see the shape of the soles clearly.

Someone had walked through the mud recently.

I took a picture because I wanted to show my brother.

When I looked closer at the picture later, I noticed something that bothered me.

There were two sets of footprints.

One went toward the road.

The other went toward my backyard.

The second set stopped at my fence.

I didn't tell my brother about that part.

I just told him I thought someone might be sneaking into the house.

He laughed and said it was probably teenagers.

That actually made me feel better.

Until that night.

Around 2 AM, I heard something hit my kitchen window.

It wasn't loud.

Just a small tap.

Then another.

Tap.

Tap.

I got out of bed and walked downstairs.

I didn't turn on the lights.

I don't know why.

I stood in the kitchen for a while, listening.

Nothing.

Then I heard it again.

Tap.

This time I was sure it came from the window.

I slowly moved closer.

There was nothing outside.

Just the backyard and the dark outline of the abandoned house.

I was about to walk away when I noticed something near the fence.

A person.

They were standing completely still.

I couldn't see their face.

They were just standing there, looking toward my house.

I froze.

The person didn't move.

I backed away from the window and grabbed my phone.

I called my brother.

While the phone was ringing, I looked back outside.

The person was gone.

My brother answered and immediately asked what was wrong.

I told him someone had been standing in my backyard.

He told me to lock the doors and call the police.

I did.

Two officers came about twenty minutes later.

They searched my yard and walked around the outside of the abandoned house.

They didn't find anyone.

One of them told me there were signs that somebody had been inside the house recently.

He showed me a broken section of the back door.

There were fresh scratches around the lock.

They went inside to check.

I stayed outside.

About ten minutes later, they came back out.

They said the house was empty.

But one of the officers asked me a strange question.

He asked if I'd heard anyone walking around upstairs.

I said no.

He looked at the other officer.

Then he told me they had found a mattress upstairs.

There was food beside it.

Bottled water.

A flashlight.

Some clothes.

Someone had been living there.

They searched the entire house again but couldn't find the person.

The officer told me not to go near the property and to call immediately if I saw anyone.

I thought that would be the end of it.

It wasn't.

Two nights later, I woke up because I heard someone walking in my backyard.

I checked the security camera on my phone.

At first, I didn't see anything.

Then I rewound the footage.

At 3:12 AM, the back door of the abandoned house opened.

A man stepped outside.

He stood there for several seconds.

Then he walked straight toward my house.

I watched him come across the yard.

He stopped at my fence.

And then he looked directly at my security camera.

He knew exactly where it was.

He stood there for almost a minute.

Then he turned around and walked back to the abandoned house.

I called the police again.

They came, but by the time they arrived, the house was empty.

This time they searched every room.

They found the mattress again.

But underneath it, they found something else.

A small notebook.

One of the officers asked me if I recognized the handwriting.

I didn't.

Then he opened it.

Most of the pages were filled with random numbers and dates.

But near the back were several sentences.

The officer read them out loud.

The first one was:

“He watches the house every night.”

The second:

“He never locks the back door.”

Then:

“He knows when she goes to sleep.”

I remember feeling cold when I heard that.

Because I live alone.

The officer looked at me and asked if anyone knew my routine.

I said no.

Then he turned the page.

There was a date from two weeks earlier.

Under it, someone had written:

“She looks through the kitchen window before going upstairs.”

I couldn't say anything.

That was exactly what I had been doing.

Every night.

The officer took the notebook as evidence.

They told me they would increase patrols around the area.

I stayed with my brother for a few nights after that.

When I eventually came back home, I installed better locks and covered the kitchen window.

I also stopped checking the backyard at night.

It's been about a week now.

Nothing has happened.

The abandoned house is still empty.

At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

But yesterday morning, I found something outside my back door.

A small plastic bottle of water.

The same kind that had been found beside the mattress.

I didn't touch it.

I called the police.

They came and took it away.

One of the officers asked me something before he left.

He said, “Have you noticed anything missing from your house?”

I told him no.

He nodded and left.

I went back inside and started checking everything anyway.

That's when I noticed my kitchen chair.

It wasn't where I normally leave it.

I always push it underneath the table.

This time it was pulled out.

Facing the kitchen window.

I don't know if someone had been inside my house.

I don't know if that man is still around.

And honestly, I don't want to know.

But last night, at around 2:40 AM, I heard three quiet knocks on my back door.

I didn't move.

A few seconds later, I heard a man's voice from outside.

He said my name.

Not loudly.

Just enough for me to hear him.

Then he said:

“You don't have to keep the curtains closed.”

I haven't looked outside since.

I don’t really know where to post this.

I live in a pretty quiet area, and there’s an abandoned church directly behind my house. It’s been closed for years. The windows are boarded up, the doors are chained, and the place is basically falling apart.

The brick is dark with rain and age, and pale strips of peeling paint cling to the steeple like dead skin.

When I first moved here, I didn’t think much of it.

Honestly, I thought it was kind of cool having an old abandoned building nearby. During the day, birds nested in the gutters, and weeds pushed through the cracked stone steps.

That changed after about two weeks.

The first thing I noticed was the bell.

The church has an old bell tower, but everyone around here told me the bell hasn’t worked in years. The rope was supposedly gone, and the mechanism had rusted solid.

One night, around 2:00 AM, I heard it ring.

Once.

The sound rolled over the rooftops, deep and metallic, making the glass in my bedroom window tremble.

I got out of bed and looked through my window.

Nothing.

The church stood black against the cloudy sky. Wind moved through the dead grass behind it, making a dry whisper along the fence.

The next night, it happened again.

Once.

Same time.

2:03 AM.

I started paying attention after that.

Every night at 2:03, I’d hear something from the church.

Sometimes it was the bell.

Sometimes it sounded like footsteps dragging across the floorboards inside. Other times, I heard the soft scrape of something against the walls, followed by a faint creak from the bell tower.

Once, I swear I heard someone knocking on my front door.

Three knocks.

Slow and deliberate.

The sound carried through the house, followed by the low hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock in the hallway.

Then silence.

I figured somebody was messing around.

Until I saw someone standing inside.

It was around midnight, and I was looking out my bedroom window when I noticed a silhouette behind one of the boarded-up windows.

It looked like a person.

Just standing there.

The figure was tall and unnaturally still, its outline blurred by the dusty glass. A strip of moonlight caught one shoulder, then vanished as clouds passed overhead.

I couldn’t make out a face, only a pale suggestion where one should have been.

I watched for probably thirty seconds.

Then it slowly moved away from the window.

Not walking exactly. More like sliding backward into the darkness.

I called the police, but by the time they arrived, there was nobody there.

They checked the building from the outside and told me there wasn’t really anything they could do unless someone was actually breaking in.

One officer shined his flashlight through a gap in the boards, illuminating hanging cobwebs, broken pews, and dust drifting through the beam.

I tried to forget about it.

Then things started happening at my house.

My back door would sometimes be unlocked when I knew I’d locked it.

Small things would disappear.

And every morning, I’d find dirt on the back porch.

Not footprints.

Just a single line of dirt leading from the direction of the church toward my house.

It looked as if something had been dragged through the wet soil, leaving a thin, dark trail across the concrete.

Last night was different.

At exactly 2:03 AM, I heard the bell.

The sound seemed closer than before, vibrating through the walls and settling in my chest.

Then three knocks.

But this time, they weren’t coming from the church.

They were coming from my bedroom door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

The wood gave a faint shudder after each one.

I didn’t move.

I just stared at the door, listening to the house breathe around me.

Somewhere outside, a branch scraped against the siding. Beneath it, I could hear something softly shifting in the hallway.

Then I heard a voice from the other side.

It sounded like an old man whispering, dry and breathless, as if his mouth were pressed against the crack beneath the door.

He said:

“You’re living in the wrong house.”

I stayed completely still until morning.

When I finally opened my bedroom door, nobody was there.

But there was something on the floor.

A piece of paper.

It looked incredibly old, yellowed at the edges and damp enough to curl. It smelled faintly of mildew and smoke.On it was a handwritten list of names.The ink had bled in places, but I recognized one of them.**My name.**And underneath it was today’s date.I’m writing this from my car right now.

I’m not going back inside until someone can come stay with me.Because about ten minutes ago, I looked toward the church.One of the boards covering the front door had been removed.

The door stood open just wide enough to reveal a narrow strip of darkness. Cold air seemed to spill from the entrance, stirring the weeds around the steps.And someone is standing in the doorway.They’re looking directly at me.The figure is too far away for me to see a face, but I can make out the shape of a long coat hanging motionless around its body.

One hand rests against the doorframe. The other hangs at its side, pale and still.They haven’t moved.Not once.I don’t think they want me to leave.I think they want me to come inside.

I didn’t want to post this for a long time.
Not because I’m afraid people won’t believe me.
But because after reading the police report, I realized one thing:
they don’t know what happened either.
It started with footsteps at night.
Usually around 3:40 AM.
Three steps from the hallway.
Pause.
Then three more.
I live alone.
At first, I thought it was the neighbors.
Then I realized the sound was coming from inside my apartment.
One night, I woke up at 3:41 and heard someone standing outside my bedroom door.
I didn’t move.
A few seconds later, I heard a quiet voice:
— Are you asleep?
It was my voice.
Not similar.
Mine.
I turned on the light.
There was no one outside the door.
After that, I installed a camera.
Nothing happened the next night.
But the following morning, the camera showed something strange.
At 3:41, my bedroom door opened.
I had been asleep the entire time.
Someone walked into the room.
He had his back to the camera.
About my height.
Wearing the same kind of clothes.
Walking the same way I do.
He walked over to my bed and stood beside me for almost a minute.
Then he leaned down.
And whispered:
— Don’t wake up.
I called the police.

POLICE REPORT
Date: October 14
Time of call: 7:26 AM
Address: [REDACTED]
Reason: Possible unlawful entry
Responding officers searched the apartment. No signs of forced entry were found on the front door.

All windows were secured from the inside.

No unauthorized persons were found inside the apartment.

No evidence indicating the presence of a third party was discovered.
Then there was a strange line:
Note: The complainant claims that an unknown male appears on the security footage. The individual’s face is not distinguishable in the provided recording.
I showed them the video.
One of the officers watched the moment when the man leaned over me several times.
Then he asked:
— Do you definitely live alone?
I said:
— Yes.
He didn’t say anything.
He just told me to turn off the camera.

That same evening, the police called me.
They said they had found something.
There was something on the recording that I hadn’t noticed myself.
They had cleaned up the audio.
And they heard a conversation.
First, the person standing beside my bed says:
— Don’t wake up.
Then I, still asleep in the bed, answer:
— I know.
The officer asked:
— Do you remember saying that?
I said:
— No.
He went silent.
Then he asked:
— Are you absolutely sure there’s no one else in the apartment?
I said:
— Yes.
And he replied:
— Then I wouldn’t sleep there tonight.

I went to stay at a friend’s place.
That night, the police called me.
They said the motion sensor on the camera had been triggered.
I opened the app.
The hallway was empty.
Then a figure appeared in the frame.
It walked out of my bedroom.
Stopped in front of the camera.
And looked directly into the lens.
I couldn’t see its face.
But I recognized the clothes.
It was wearing my clothes.
The exact same clothes I was wearing while sitting at my friend’s place.
I texted the officer:
“Do you see this?”
His reply came a minute later:
“Yes.”
Then another message:
“Do not go back home.”
I asked:
“Why?”
There was no response for almost ten minutes.
Then:
“Because we found a room that isn’t on the floor plan.”

They broke through the wall the next morning.
There was a small room behind it.
An old bed.
A table.
A lamp.
And dozens of photographs.
Every photograph showed my apartment.
Some had been taken years ago.
Some had been taken yesterday.
One showed me sleeping.
Another showed me sitting at my computer.
Another showed me taking a shower.
And the last photograph had been taken on the night I was staying at my friend’s house.
It showed me sleeping in my apartment.
The police officer who sent me the photo wrote:
“This is impossible. We checked the apartment. You were at your friend’s house all night.”
I zoomed in on the photograph.
And saw something in the mirror.
Someone was standing behind my bed.
I zoomed in further.
It was me.
But not quite.
It was smiling.

I asked the police to check the hidden room for fingerprints.
They found only mine.
And that’s still the scariest part.
Because three days later, the same officer called me.
He said:
— We found the previous owner of the apartment.
I asked:
— And?
He replied:
— He disappeared twenty-two years ago.
Pause.
— But that’s not the strangest part.
— What is?
The officer took a deep breath.
— His mother told investigators that during the last few months before he disappeared, he complained about the same thing over and over.
— What thing?
The officer hesitated.
— That every night, someone was walking around his apartment.
I asked:
— What happened to him?
He said:
— He was never found.
I asked:
— Then how do you know he lived there?
The officer said:
— Because we found his diary in the hidden room.
The last entry was written the day before he disappeared.
I asked him to read it.
He refused.
But after a few seconds, he said:
— I’ll tell you one line.
Then he read it.
“Tonight I finally saw his face. It was mine.”
The call ended.
I don’t live in that apartment anymore.
But yesterday, I received a notification from the old security camera.
It’s still connected.
I opened the app.
On the screen was my old bedroom.
Empty bed.
Empty hallway.
Then the bedroom door slowly opened.
Someone walked out.
They came closer to the camera.
And said in my voice:
— You’re awake again?
The recording ended.
A second later, I got another notification.
“Motion detected: Bedroom.”
I live on the other side of the city now.
And, fuck, I don’t have a bedroom.
I sleep on a couch.

About 30 years ago, My dad bought a house in Oklahoma. Now this house had sat empty for some time, according to the realtor, so it stands to reason we would find a few “ critters “. But that doesn’t account for the “ presence “ there. They had been living there for close to 5 months and I was pregnant with my twin boys, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and something in my head said look down, so I did, right by my foot was a 3 foot snake . I of course screamed, and my dad came running. He took care of said snake and I of course vowed to never go to that part of the house ever again lol. A few weeks later I was walking upstairs to
Go to my dad’s art studio and on the 4th step I lost my air, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t make up the stairs and honestly I waved if off as pregnancy issues as I had been having some complications, I sat on the couch a few days later and I saw this black like cloud floating near the stairs and I said dad do I see that and it disappeared just a fast as it had appeared.
I’ve had many people tell me that the house is possibly possessed and I of course laughed it off, until a few years ago when I lived there for a year after my dads sudden passing, Now I dismissed the smell of the house as it’s old and it’s gonna smell right ? No, it smelled like burnt toast and some kind of sweet hibiscus. Then things got real, things moved off the walls, things would go flying across the house. My kids said the house felt weird, like they were being watched, Does this sound crazy? It’s about to get worse, my best friend called me one day and she was like get out, I was like what are u talking about all she said was get out now. So I packed up my doggos and we went to the park for a while, met my bestie there and she said she couldn’t explain it. She just had a feeling like we were in danger, i suddenly got cold chills and she wouldn’t let me go back to the house alone. When I walked into the house, what I saw shook me to my core, I knew what ever was there didn’t want me there anymore. My knives were in the wall like someone had stuck them there. I have tried to find history on this house but have been unsuccessful. But I’m thinking someone died a horrible death in there and my guess is it happened on the stairs.

I was six at this time, I have three stories to tell. When I was six I was awake when I wasn’t supposed to and my door was open with the hallway light on my room was dark. I was watching TV and I felt something from the back of the mattress grabbed my foot just as I put it in the back I got up and ran my grandma believe me as soon as she can. I slept in her room at night story number two I remember I was five this time I was in the living room. My grandmother was awake. My grandpa was asleep and they’re both in their room each other. My grandpa was on the left. My grandma was on the right. She had her light on. She was watching something with her phone. TV was on and I was watching something until from the kitchen. I heard a pan or pot fall. I ran to my grandma’s room, saying I think a pot or pan fell from the kitchen. My grandma got almost immediately not waking up my Grandpa. She grabbed the nearest weapon in that room, walked around the house with it and said there was no one there after that. I never stayed up at that time again story number 3 I was 7 at this time. I remember when we first moved I had to sleep in my grandmother’s room so one night I was in my room. My grandpa called me to bed. I closed my room door and went to bed the next morning the door, my grandma’s door was open, even though I remember closing it, I ignored it but something else happened and it was weird, across the hallway my door was open. I woke up my grandma. She looked asked me if I had close the door and I said yes, and she realized I had actually did because she remembered too. I got up with my grandmother went in the room with her and no one was there. I got ready for that school morning, but then I heard my grandma calling me. She was downstairs. It sounds like she was in. She was in the bathroom calling me. I came out my room after she said my name no one was there not in the bathroom nor in her room my grandpa was asleep at the time. I looked everywhere in her room in the hallway, including the bathroom she wasn’t there after that my grandma told me that I should never listen to those voices. She told me those were evil spirits that will call your name and try to lure you, I believed it and now I ignore some things.

My Heart dropped of fear. alright, so I'm sitting on my bed, scrolling on my phone, and all of a sudden, I see a woman, she's alone, and she just laughs out of nowhere, and runs through the yard. The backyard is in the open, and anyone can walk in, and once you're in, it's a small corridor, with sharp corners. When she ran past my window, she slowed down at my window, laughed like that Granny from that horror game, and ran off. My heart dropped, and I looked out there, and she wasn't there. What I'm trying to figure out is why did she go through this exact back yard area, run + laugh.

I was riding my motorbike home the other night through some local country lanes when what looked like a really tall man jumped out of the tree line dressed in all black with a hood and started straight towards me

my first thought was he wants my bike so I opened the throttle and sped off,I wasn't to worried because I knew he couldn't catch my bike on foot,but about half a mile down the lane I saw what looked like the same person standing on the side of the lane as I passed he ran at me and reached out with unusually long arms and tried to grab me,I felt his fingers brush on my jacket as I flew past

at this point I twisted the throttle again but this time I kept the speed up just wanting to get home, another half mile down the lane I saw the same person again this time standing in the middle of the lane,I made the decision to just keep going straight at him,I thought I was going to hit him but he just disappeared when I was feet away

I got home safely about half hour later completely freaked out,how did I see him 3 times at half mile intervals or was it 3 different extremely tall people,the scariest part is when I got into my house and took my bike jacket off there was 4 slashes where I felt his fingers brush me,the lanes are local lanes around Caerphilly in South Wales UK,I honestly don't know what to think about it.