Back when I was a kid, our dog would always prefer to sleep outside at night.

Around 2am, he goes absolutely berzerk.

My father and I rush out to see what’s going on.

We live way out in the country so it was pitch black.

Started hearing these heavy dragging chains coming closer to us from the darkness.

Trying to wrangle the dog, but he isn’t cooperating.

Finally get him and run into the house.

Chains went silent.

Prob not paranormal, but creepy for sure.

A few years ago I went to the graveyard to visit my late godfather during the day. On the way out I noticed a woman walking on a parallel pathway. She had bright white clothes on. So I walked, looked over to her and for a short moment my line of sight was blocked from a tree between us. After that moment she was just gone.

That being said, I didn’t believe in ghosts and I still don’t believe in them. There sure is a perfectly fine explanation. However, you can bet that I bolted from that graveyard.

Obviously not an actual paranormal experience, but the power went out once when we were watching the Blair Witch Project as a teenager with a bunch of friends, and while you rationally know that there’s nothing supernatural about this, and it’s just a power outage with poor timing, your brain cannot stop itself from freaking out about it when you’re in the middle of it!

Thankfully everyone involved survived the night. 😉

It was Christmas 2006 and I had an old iPod Mini that I was trying to put some more music onto. Something went wrong though and somehow all of the music, photos and videos had on the device was deleted. The only thing left was a single song, James Brown’s “I Feel Good”.

It didn’t make any sense how I could have accidentally deleted everything EXCEPT for one song, like you’d think either nothing would be wrong, or everything would be deleted. Why just one song?

Later that day we turned on the news and found out James Brown had died that day.

I know it was just a coincidence…And it’s such a small, inconsequential thing…but I still think about it sometimes.

I don’t know if this counts as creepy, but back in the 90’s I was backpacking in the Olympic Peninsula for a couple weeks with my cousin and came across something slightly disconcerting. We were on about day 5 and decided to do a day hike from our camp up to Claywood Lake, which is a small lake in the summit of Mount Claywood. The climb up was an adventure on its own, but as we neared the top we started hearing some deep banging. As we crested the ridge we saw a wonderful snowfield sloping down to a decent sized beautiful frozen lake.

On the far side of the lake about 2/3rds of the way up to the far crest, there was what appeared to be a very tall humanoid who was picking up rocks the size of beachballs, holding them over its head, then throwing them down the slope. The rocks made loud banging noises, then disappeared into the frozen lake. We saw two more rocks thrown, then the figure went up the incline with a few quick strides, went over the crest, and was gone.

When we made it over to the far side of the lake we saw the holes in the ice the large rocks made, but unfortunately up where it was standing was all shale so there were no tracks we could find. I guess it could have just been a very tall hiker dressed all in brown that decided to throw some rocks, but I’ve never seen a person move like that, especially considering how quickly and effortlessly they went up a shale incline that was steeper and more difficult then we thought once we got there.

I was never a person who thought Sasquatches exist, but my cousin and I were both a bit shook and didn’t stick around long before heading back to base camp. After talking it over around the fire that night, we both agreed what we had experienced was inconclusive, but rumors and legends might come from somewhere…

One night at bedtime, I put my daughter to bed and then crawled into bed by my wife and left our bedroom door open to hear if she needed anything in the night or so she could come sleep by us if she got scared. An hour or so passes and my daughter crawls in by us and I’m so tired I just leave the door open (normally I close and lock it if we’re all in there). A few hours pass and I hear what I thought was my kid walking down the hallway and stopping by the side of my bed and then I realize she is already in bed by us.

Then I hear a scraping noise on our blanket and I try to open my eyes and see what’s going on. I have a hard time and realize I must be having sleep paralysis and that I need to wake myself up somehow, but before I can I see a short silhouette of a person dragging a kitchen knife from our knife drawer over the blanket above my legs. The silhouette is just pure black I cannot make out any features and I’m done seeing this shit so I attempt to toss around and make noise so my wife could wake me. I wake up and my wife is fully awake and our daughter is awake and crying about a grumpy face man scaring her in her sleep.

The next day after my wife gets home from work I discuss what I saw and she gets the chills and tells me the reason she was awake to hear me was because she saw the exact same thing standing by her side of the bed and using the lights from her phone and watch chargers like its eyes. We compared our specifics from what we saw in our sleep more and the encounters were identical. I’ve told this online before and mouth breathers just chalk it up to sleep paralysis and nothing more and I normally would too, but the fact the three of us had a shared nightmare of the same shit and all woke up at the same time is what scares me. I checked our house for gas leaks and carbon monoxide and nothing like that was found.

Paranormal things don’t exist. Every such story always has zero proof or has a much simpler explanation that doesn’t involve ghosts and magic.