'It Was Over In Less Than A Second.' People Share Their Harrowing Encounters With The Paranormal.

It's easy to be skeptical about reality TV shows about ghost experts and ghost hunting, but it's the stuff that randomly happens to people that can make us believers of the supernatural. The undocumented experiences that happen when we're all alone. There's no tangible proof, but it can certainly make us believe that the supernatural is real.

Below are 12 stories of the most terrifying paranormal experiences that people have had, as told on AskReddit. Check them out! A link to more stories can be found on the last page.

When I had fevers as a child, I would always, in my fugue and pain-infused state, hear a man counting in a very deep voice. He would count from 1 and up; as the numbers got larger, the voice got louder and more intense. It started to get less frequent as I grew older and now I do not experience it anymore. I've brushed it aside as a recurring nightmare until only recently, I've learned that my sister would experience the exact same thing when she was younger as well.

It's not the scariest thing, but it does send shivers down my spine trying to comprehend this.


sherpaderpaderp

A few years ago one night at around 3am, my wife and I were sleeping and I felt myself slowly waking up from a really deep sleep. My eyes started lifting up and as soon as they focused on the lamp on my dresser, it slid off and shattered on the floor. My wife and I quickly sat up and looked at each other horrified at the startling noise. We agreed we would clean it in the morning and went back to sleep. The next morning when we woke up, the lamp was at the foot of the bed (about 5 feet from where it fell) completely in tact and not broken at all. We are still trying to make sense of it.


nedflandersz

I woke up one night to a loud screeching noise. The entire room was flashing rapidly in bright colors, my computer turned on for a split second, enough to get the fans rattling, and my computer screen had static on it. The entire ordeal was over in less than a second. I still don't know if it really happened or if my brain was just playing tricks on me.


Jauxerous

I was in 4th grade. When I was little, I would always sleep with my door open. I went through a phase where I would wake up between 3 and 4am every night, and every single night I would hear footsteps walking up my stairs, around my living room, through my dining room, across my kitchen and down my hallway. 

They would always stop right before my doorway, then turn around and go back into the basement. But one night they didn't stop. What I saw was a shadow of a little girl/boy (couldn't tell) walk right in front of my doorway. It looked at me for a few seconds, then it walked away, back down the stairs.

I slept with the door closed the next night.


asds10

From 3 until 13, I lived in a nice home near Yosemite National Park. There was nothing super spectacular about it. It had four bedrooms, a den, and a dining room. It was located just down a little dirt road and (if you've ever been around those parts you'll know) miles away from civilization. 

My whole childhood, I was visited by this girl in white. She never spoke, I would just wake up at night and see or feel her there. I asked my dad and his response every time was, "The men in our family can see ghosts." It didn't bother me, she didn't look like other people. 

There was something 'off' about her. After my father died, my mother decided to sell the house and went through a realtor. We never once had contact with the buyers, only knew them by name. The buyers had a son who went to the same school as our old neighbors (dear friends of the family) and the son repeatedly came to school without sleep, complaining that there was a girl who watched him at night and that he needed to get out.

Ugh, shivers up my spine every time I remember this.


oiraves

My great-grandmother lived with my family at our old house. We had built an addition onto the house so she could have her own kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. After her death, we boxed up her belongings, which included her bible and various other books and knick-knacks, and I ended up moving into that addition since I was the oldest kid still living at home.

About a month or so after she died, I was home alone. I had just gotten home from school and decided to watch television in the family room. I settled down, turned on the TV, and proceeded to chow down on a bag of chips. An hour or so goes by, and I hear what sounded like a door slamming down at the addition.

My first instinct was to see if my brother was home without my knowledge since he had a bad habit of slamming doors. I started down the hall towards his room. I never had the chance to open his door. Further down the hall, in the addition, I saw a person head directly towards my bedroom.

It was at this point that I had to fight the incredible urge to crap my pants. I knew there was an axe murderer in the house and that it was going to be up to me to stop them. I entered my brother's room and grabbed the first weapon I could find, a plastic lightsaber. I slowly crept towards the addition. The closer I got, the colder the air around me felt. It was the strangest feeling ever. I slowly entered my room and saw...nothing.

I had seen enough movies to know that the axe murderer was in one of two places, either under my bed or in my closet. I checked under the bed first. Nothing. 

I began to creep around the addition, looking for signs of a break in. I found nothing along those lines, but what I did find creeps me the hell out to this day. On my great grandmother's couch, the couch she sat on every day that I can remember, I found her open bible. The same bible that had been boxed up a few weeks earlier.


Lysdexic_Nijna

I live in Mississauga and I have a dog named K2 (after the famous peak in Pakistan). I go for daily walks every day with him, once in the morning and once at night. Most nights are pretty uneventful except when K2 stops in front of a bench near a thickly wooded area and just stares at it. At first, I try to ignore it, thinking k2 just sits there for rest or there are squirrels nearby. 

However, lately I have been noticing K2 getting pretty aggressive at the bench like he does when he's about to fight another dog. I try to ignore it but then one day, K2 starts barking really loudly and drags me to fight whatever its seeing. I had to use all my energy to drag him away from that area and I was kinda spooked and kinda excited. I asked my dad, who believes in paranormal stuff, how to deal with this and he said, if there is paranormal stuff going around then it's best that you either change the walking route or go talk to it and tell it that we mean no harm.

Me and K2 went and when we got to the bench, I said loudly,"Peace be upon you, we mean no harm, if you can walk away whenever my dog is around, I would greatly appreciate it." I kid you not, this thing actually got up and left. I can you tell you because K2's head was moving wherever this thing was moving. I was so scared at that point but it was worth it in the end as it made the walking that much peaceful. However, lately, whenever my dog gets fixated at something in the house, I get pretty scared.

aamro1992

We moved into a house and everything was really quiet the first six months or so. The neighbors told us that the people who lived there before had moved after their teenage son died in a motorcycle accident. Then after that first six months, my dad died. After that, stuff started to happen. 

I would have friends sleep over and one night my friend woke me up because she said there was a young guy standing in my bathroom. So I went and checked and nothing was there. Over the next few years just about any friends that stayed over night had said they saw the tall blonde guy walking around the house. We did have a few other things happen like a wine glass was on the counter and it broke. No one was touching it, it just shattered on the counter. 

Another time during the winter, we had the heater on and my room was always the warmest in the house and it was ice cold as you walked across my bedroom to the bathroom that was connected. The creepiest thing was when my boyfriend was sleeping on the couch in the middle of the night and he said he woke up to a young guy pushing him off onto the floor. He said the guy didn't say anything, but my boyfriend at the time knew that he had to leave and he did. He wouldn't stay at my place after that.

PeopleInMyHead

A friend of mine was taking a picture of herself and her daughter kissing and in the background you can clearly see a figure that was not there. She had "ghost experts" come in and check around the house and found nothing. After some research they found one of the previous owners was a mortician or ran a funeral home or something. I have known this girl for years and it would completely shock me if this was fabricated as I saw how upset she was and how much money she dished out for experts. They no longer live there.


dvac23

When I was in elementary school, I shared a queen size bed with my older sister, and our family dog (a mutt that looked like a short haired Lassie) would sleep at the foot of our bed every night. When I was about 6 years old, I woke up one night around midnight and saw a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed. The figure was entirely in black without any eyes or a face. I tried to wake my sister up, but she rolled over to go back to sleep. My sister must have accidentally kicked the dog, because the dog woke up and raised her head and started growling at the figure at the foot of the bed. The growling then woke my sister up and she saw the figure and started screaming. When my parents came into the room and turned the light on, nothing was there.

To this day, both my sister and I are adamant that we saw a ghost or other demon in our room. We know we weren't just imagining things because the dog saw it too.


KimJongFunk

I got home from my job as a server at midnight. Neither of my roommates were home.

I begin cooking myself dinner, and as I'm cooking, my dog starts growling and barking towards the middle of the room at nothing. This is especially weird because she never, ever barks. She was a rescue and I bought her as a sense of security when I'm home alone, and I could never get her to bark at anyone.

I dismiss her barking as odd, but I finish cooking and eat. I start to clean and turn the sink on because it takes forever to get hot, but right when I turned around the sink turned off on its own. Again, I think it's odd, but I don't really think it's worth freaking out over. The hair on my dog's back is standing up straight.

I put a leash on my dog and ran out of that apartment faster than Usain Bolt. By the time this happened, it was already around 2am. None of my friends were awake so I spent the night sitting outside the door to my apartment. 

When I went back in the next morning, the whole roll of toilet paper was on the ground, and the roll was probably 3/4 full. I'm talking about a good 5-10 meters of toilet paper. After that day, I never had an odd experience quite like that one ever again, but one of my roommates did mention that a few times he'd come home and find every door and cabinet in the place open, when he'd specifically remembered closing them. 


bigblacknips

I've suffered from insomnia as far back as I can remember. I was in second grade and it was really early in the morning, I think around 5 or so. I had a little TV on my nightstand. I had the volume up super loud because my ceiling fan always made a ruckus throughout the night. I was super into the movie when all of the sudden, the sound around me started to slowly fade away. I remember I became confused and reached to turn my TV up thinking it had broken, but then I realized the sound of the fan had faded with it. The only way I can describe it is comparing it to someone turning the volume down on a car radio. I was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense feeling of euphoria. I have never experienced anything like it. I absolutely cannot describe how utterly at peace I felt. 

That was when I saw it. There was a large white figure in my doorway, just hovering, and pulsating a white aura. I quickly panicked, and began calling out for my brother (his room was across the hall). The figure glided to the end of my bed and just sat there, watching. I'm not really sure how much time passed, but the figure suddenly vanished, sound came back, and the euphoria disappeared.

I jumped out of bed and ran into my brother's room where I practically flew into his bed. He woke up and when he saw how panicked I was, he began to panic as well. I was hysterical and just kept telling him it was a ghost. We did what any other kids would do and hid under the covers. After a while we got anxious, and I bravely made a peep hole in the blanket to check the time on the clock, hoping that it would be daylight soon. The clock read 5:30.

Then the phone rang, and it rang, and rang, and rang. Me and my brother started to panic even more, then silence. Once again it began to ring, and ring, and ring. We jumped out of bed and took turns running from light switch to light switch until we had a light path to the living room. We got to the living room and watched cartoons until our mom woke up.

She was livid, yelling at us for being up so early. I told her I saw a ghost, which only made her more upset. My brother, who was always tormenting my irrational fears, got mad at her and started telling her this wasn't a joke and it wasn't my imagination. 

I started telling her to check the phone, because I saw the ghost around 5:30 and it must have been the ghost calling (kid logic). She went to check the phone and went to the other room for a while, and suddenly she wasn't upset anymore. When we asked if it was said ghost, she said it was a telemarketer. She was so nice about it she let me sleep in her room the next few days. I thought maybe since it was my brother's birthday that day, she didn't want to argue, but she never let me sleep in her room.


No_Bees

I was living with my then-girlfriend's parents. They had a tri-level house, with the basement that contained our living space and my and my girlfriend's bedroom. Upstairs was the living space for everyone else, the dining room, and kitchen. The third level had the master bedroom, and two additional bedrooms for my girlfriend's sisters.

I was home alone one night. Where my computer and desk sat, right above my head, was an AC vent. Often, I could hear her sister playing in her room from that vent. I was messing around on the computer when I heard laughing and giggling coming from the vent. Nobody was supposed to be home, so my heart picked up. I glanced at the clock on my computer, and it read 1:36am. I remember this all very distinctly.

I went to investigate and headed upstairs. The way the landings sits at the top of those stairs, you can turn left and either go upstairs or go into the kitchen. I climbed the second set of stairs and opened the first door on the left which was her young sister's room, which is directly above the basement.

Inside, I used the light of my phone to illuminate as best I could. I saw a small figure, what I assumed was a small girl wrapped in a white sheet in the center of the room. This figure, this young girl slowly looks at me.

It let out the most ear shattering scream you can imagine. My skin crawls just thinking about it and my chest tightens just remembering it.

I wish I could tell you what transpired, but I remember waking up at the bottom of the landing, right next to the door of the kitchen. I stumbled into the kitchen to get a drink of water and contemplate what just happened. I glanced at the clock on the microwave.

The clock read 4:46am.

We never found the sheet the next day, but the dolls the figure was playing with were sitting in the middle of the room, away from the toy chest which they were inside of that afternoon when she cleaned her room which is across the room.


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