At 4 a.m., I heard a singing voice on my baby monitor. It kept saying, “Hush now, baby, I came for you.” We were alone.
When I got to my baby’s room, she was sleeping. I tried to reassure myself that it was only a terrible dream.
But when I was adjusting her blanket,
I spotted something beneath her arm.
My blood raced cold when I discovered a message that said, “Make sure to take care of your child more!” I felt ill to my stomach and froze while holding the message.
Hours later, I fell asleep in that position. When I woke up, the note was gone.
I searched everywhere; it had vanished.
I still wonder if it was all a bad dream, but I know for certain it was not—everything felt so real.
When I was approximately 17, my buddies decided to conduct a ghost hunt in one of their homes. The girl who lived there and her sisters were frequently talking about strange ghostly things that happened. I was a skeptic with nothing better to do.
Around 4-5 hours later, I was seated on a chair next to a locked door.
The doorknob twisted, and the door opened halfway, then completely, before slamming shut. I suddenly felt footsteps near the chair.
I am no longer completely skeptical. copyright Jado9814/Reddit
When I was fourteen years old, I spent the summer with my grandparents.
It was eleven p.m., and I was thirsty.
I walk out to the kitchen and see who I believed was my grandfather seated at the table eating a sandwich.
I say hi, take a drink of water, and return to my room.
