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Knock, knock...

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Author: L.A.Wiliams

I was working in a casino, and worked graveyard shifts, 8pm-6am. Though most nights we were lucky to leave an hour early due to the casino being quiet, this meant I often walked home in the dark. I chose to walk as a taxi cost too much and buses would take me longer to get home, than my feet and as it was December and freezing, I'd rather walk than stand out in the cold, waiting for a bus that's half an hour late.

It was a Saturday and a surprisingly quite night and I got off work 2 hours early, and left work without a second thought.

I walk through the empty streets towards the town centre, the streets are dark, and dimly lit by the half broken street lights... I pace myself as I hit the edge of town and the streets come alive with drunks and people looking for taxi's home.

The town centre where I live is notorious for its club life. I walk through town with a smile on my face. Eventually I get to the other side of town and it's starting to get quiet again as I'm heading back into residential estates.

At least the streetlights work this side of town.

I'm about 20/25 minutes from home now and my phone begins to run out of battery. This wasn't unusual in fact it happened so often coming back from work, mainly because I watched YouTube before work and on my breaks soo my battery was often drained.

I hear my phone go off and I see my battery lost all life and my phone had now died. As soon as my screen turned black the what was fresh and crisp air, suddenly turned icy cold.

To keep myself warm I put the hood on my coat up. This prevented the full use of my visions potential .... I started to hear footsteps behind me so I slowed my pace in order to let them pass (I always hated people walking behind me) but nobody passed, in fact the footsteps had stopped. I pick up my pace again and a little while longer I hear the footsteps again, I decided to take a glance behind me ..... Nothing i could see ...

I start to walk a little faster now.

The footsteps get louder as if they are closer and I feel a presence behind me, once again I turn around but again I see nothing. There's no one there.

By this point I am freaking out and I'm practically running home. When I get to the end of my street I build the courage to look behind me.

Nothing!

I slow down and try to get my keys out of my bag before I get to my house so I'm not waiting outside for too long. I can't find them at first and I'm almost at my door when I finally pull out a huge keyring collection. Once at my door I look around one more time and still see nothing. Still in a state of fear I lunge myself into my house and lock myself inside.

I feel safe now....

I make myself some camomile tea and prepare myself for bed, it's 5:20 and I'm quite impressed, it only took me an hour and 10 minutes to get home! A new record and I thank my paranoia for doing something good for once.

Sit in bed and drink my tea and read a chapter of my book before turning off the lamp and closing my eyes.

Suddenly I'm woken to someone pounding at my front door it's 6:03am .... Nobody I know would knock my door this early, besides they all know I would be sleeping and would ring my mobile before knocking. I rarely answered the door unless I was called first anyway.

But who ever it was was pounding the shit out of my door I thought it must be an emergency.

As I get to the top of my stairs ready to head down them and open the door, the pounding stops dead silent .....

I get to the door and look through the peep hole..... No one's there .... Curiosity was killing me so I opened the door, still no one... I peeped my head around to my neighbours houses to see if they had gone next door and the street was lifeless .... I decided to head back inside and back to bed.

I fall back to sleep pretty easily considering what just happened .....

Three hours later I am awoken to someone banging on my front door furiously.

Once again no one there. Only this time the street was full of life. I asked my neighbour who was attended to some flowers in her garden if she saw the person who had just knocked on my door?

She stated she had not seen anyone anywhere near my house in the last 20mins she had been gardening....

It didn't happen again, until recently.

I quit my job for one with more reasonable hours.

The night before last at around 9pm the front door knocked ... Gently at first.... I ignored it and then it sounded as if someone was kicking my door. I was curious and went to "have a go" at the punk but opened the door to find nothing. The same thing happened again at 1am and again at 3,6&9am. I called the police but it took them hours to come to my house and check it out. when they did come they put it down to "rat a tat gingers" (a game where people knock the door and then run away, normally played by kids) and off they went.

Last night the same thing happened only this time they only knocked the door twice. I answered neither time, I didn't even check the peephole .... Not this time , no way ...I lay in bed trying to relax and then I could hear whispers coming from outside and then tapping noises on my bedroom window....

I called the police while hiding under my duvet .... It took another 2hours for them to reach me (quicker than yesterday I though)

All the time waiting, the taunts we getting worse. I could hear giggles and scratches, I couldn't bring myself to even look at the crack in my curtains.

The whispers got louder and soo did the giggles, the taps and the scrapes became one continuous sound....

I lay with the blanket over my head shivering like a little girl, I was in complete shock and fear, when suddenly I hear sirens and I ran outside to the safety of the police. They couldn't find anything at all.... nothing to even assume people had been near my house, let alone by my bedroom window, which has no ledge and is on the second floor....

I'm terrified of my house now. I can't afford to move...what should I do....??

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Sker house, porthcawl, Wales.

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You have the habit of telling your wife “Goodnight, I love you”, as you crawl in bed every night even though she died of old age two years ago. Last night, something said “I love you too” and the lamp on the nightstand clicked off without you laying a finger on it.

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Penny ghost

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Paranormal investigator: TOUCH ME I DARE YOU!

Spirit: *touches them*

Paranormal investigator: hoLY SHIT IT TOUCHED ME

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CCTV Security Camera captures a black entity attacking a man in a hallway. Bone chilling moment as the spirit pushes him to the ground and drags him down the hall by his leg, before letting it’s grip go and disappearing as fast as it appeared. The man then jumps up and runs for his life without even looking back. (Source)

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This is amazing and super creepy

Totally not what I usually post, but I’ve wanted to share this for a while. My house caught fire in 2015. Most of everything was damaged or lost completely, however my bedroom door was still standing. I went back a few days later to find on the outside of the door, facing the hall, tons of these tiny handprints burned onto the wood. As you can see by the placement of the doorknob in relation to them, there were super low to the ground, about child height. There hadn’t been any children in the house for quite a while. I’m not entirely sure of the science behind this, but needless to say, it scared the hell out of me. Sorry for the bad quality pictures, I was shaking and took them with my phone. I’m gonna tag @sixpenceee for the hell of it, because it seems up her alley. 

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Clinton Road begins at Route 23 near Newfoundland, in New Jersey, and runs 10 miles towards Upper Greenwood Lake. However, this isn’t any regular road. In fact, it’s said to be one of the most haunted roads in the world. The road is rife with much folklore and legends surrounding the paranormal. Furthermore, it is said that many strange creatures gather in the area surrounding this road as well as witches, satanists, and the Ku Klux Klan.

One legend says that if you stop at the bridge over “Dead Man’s Curve” and put a quarter in the middle of the road at midnight, the ghost of a young boy will appear to return the quarter to you. Allegedly, this ghost is of a little boy who drowned after falling off the bridge. There are many other deaths associated with Clinton Road. One more infamous case took place in 1983, when a dead body was discovered. An autopsy revealed ice crystals in the blood vessels of the victim. This victim was later attributed to Richard Kuklinski, the infamous “Iceman.”

Another legend tells of a young woman driving a ghost camaro. This young woman was said to have crashed in 1988 and can reportedly be spotted only at night. This isn’t the only phantom vehicle which haunts Clinton Road, however. Many people have reported even witnessing headlights that aren’t attached to any vehicle speeding down the road while others claim to have seen ghostly park rangers lurking around the lonely road.

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This photo was taken in 1895 by an amateur spelunker/photographer named Oren Jeffries while exploring an unmapped section of Grand Caverns, in Southwestern Virginia.

At the time it was taken, Jeffries was conducting photographic experiments, using super long exposures to see if anything at all could be captured in the total absence of light—otherwise known as “cave darkness.” He would situate himself on level ground, extinguish his lantern, and then open the lens of his homemade box camera for as long as he could stand the darkness.

During one of these experiments, he heard something approach from the deeper recesses of the cave. Frightened, Jeffries abandoned his experiment and set off one of the Blitzlicht flashes he used for taking traditional photos underground.

According to the report he later gave to a local newspaper, Jeffries saw three “humanoid” creatures staring at him from the shadows and took off running in the other direction and didn’t stop running until he was topside. Several days later, he returned with three other men to retrieve his box camera. This is the image that was recorded on the film inside. (Source)

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Penny ghost

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Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win

The Shining by Stephen King (via spookymrsboo)

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In 2010, a Youtuber named Benivey2 was filming a illustration tutorial in his home, when he caught something odd. While explaining how to mount an illustration, the kitchen cabinet behind him opens by itself. The video is believed to be real, due to the lack of visible string, or an person pulling it. The cabinet also has no knobs, or tape securing a possible string. The man always believed that his house was haunted, and he would hear scratching and knocking in his walls.