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I woke up to banging on the floor above my room. While walking up the stairs in got faster and faster than when I reached the door to the kitchen I went to the backdoor and saw handprints on the door and I heard my neighbor's dog barking, I looked around thinking it was some sick prank but I had cameras I checked them and saw no one but i saw the glass on my door shaking in the footage and the prints slowly appearing.
351 TRANIST ST — WOONSOCKET, RI
Upon entering lower corner bedroom famlies kids space during the day not much is out of place at night a very unwelcoming presence resides in that room an its let's u know right away by ur body tensing goosebumps an a sudden uncontrable means to leave the area there is no sadness or despair as I habe felt in other spaces or encounters but staying here alone for a week that room its very unsettling the toddler wil not slepe in there an says theres momsters she calls them I have personally experienced battery operated buzz light years two identical toys places in a corner shelving yet only one lights up in response to a my presence now as I type I lay awake in the room above the room mentoned an it habe constant goosebumps just trying to write this
1780 WOODWARD — SPRINGFIELD, OH
My parents purchased this house in 1978 and immediately things started happening. My sisters were young and their bedroom was at the top of the stairs and they always complained about seeing someone outside the window or someone coming up the stairs at nights, one night I saw a lady floating out of the closet and she never said anything and she went back in and slammed the door. Then my mother was sleeping and rolled over and a mans face was looking at her as she rolled over. Another time the house was locked from the inside, deadbolt locked and at the time nobody was at home, the n when we finally got in, the house was ransacked like someone had broke in. Finally we moved after a few years and my mom's friend came from out of town and didn't know we had moved and she said she went to the house and rung the doorbell and this little old lady in an old dress came and opened the door and just stood there, she never said a word and when my mom's friend asked if we lived there, the lady just looked at her and then slowly closed the door. When she finally talked to my mom that day they went back to the house and saw the curtains closed tight and nobody came to the door. Then a neighbor swears she would see someone looking out the window that was in that weird closet. There are so many things that went on in that house I could write a book. Went to look up the address at the Recorders Office and that hosue use to be a church. I was thinking they must've had funerals or something happened at that church.
151 W COLLINS ST, Apt 234 — OXNARD, CA
Not a murder story or anything explicitly or heavily implicitly paranormal per se, but my father died in his 70s of COPD there after being in hospice for 4 years. Providing this information in case anyone notices any signs of haunting and wonders who the ghost might be. For privacy reasons I won’t be sharing his identity, but he used to host a very obscure boating show on TLC when he was younger.
19822 BROOKHURST ST, #3H — HUNTINGTON BEACH, CA
In 2006 I was sleeping in the guest bedroom — the small one — lying on my stomach. I began to feel hands patting my ankles. The hands moved slowly up my legs, up my back, all the way to my shoulders. When the patting on my shoulders stopped, the hands moved onto the mattress itself, and I watched a handprint push in and out of the sheets beside me, pressing down and lifting, pressing down and lifting. I was completely frozen in terror. Maybe ten pats against the sheets, and then it was gone. About two months later, my sister was sleeping in that same room. She felt something rustling around her feet. Her chihuahua was in the bed with her, so she thought nothing of it — just the dog adjusting. Then she shifted her head on the pillow and felt the dog's fur right by her face, and realized in an instant that whatever was moving down by her feet was not the dog. She sprang out of bed and shook the sheets out frantically, equally afraid of something coming out of them and of nothing coming out of them. The apartment is nice. But the small bedroom in 3H is... a unique experience. I know the two of us can't be the only ones who've felt this in that room. I'm hoping others will share what happened to them here too.