I spent one summer in high school living with my aunt and uncle and keeping their seven year old daughter for them during the day while they worked. I was up late one night watching tv in the living room. The living room was right off of the kitchen, separated only by an L shaped bar. I saw my cousin, out of the corner of my eye, walk down the hallway from her room into the kitchen. It was way past her bedtime, so I told her she needed to go back to bed. When I didn’t hear her answer, I got up and walked around the bar and into the kitchen.

There was no one there. I checked under the bar to see if she was hiding from me, and there was no one there, and no where else she could’ve gone from the kitchen. I walked down the hallway to her room, and she was fast asleep, snoring, so there was no way it was her. It baffled me, and freaked me out, because if I didn’t see my cousin, who was the little girl that walked into the kitchen?

Several years later, I was talking to my aunt and she nonchalantly brings up the ghost in her house. I laughed it off and she said, “No, I’m serious. We have a ghost. Your uncle and I both have seen her and heard her. We call her Giggles, because we hear her giggling. We usually only see her in the hallway before she disappears.”

All of a sudden, I remembered the disappearing girl in the kitchen. I asked her what her ghost looked like. She said she had blonde hair with braids and wore a white dress. My cousin is blonde. On the night in question, I thought I’d seen my cousin in a nightgown walk down the hallway, but apparently it was the ghost that resides in my aunt’s house.

I was walking to class from the dining hall on my campus when I saw a lady yelling for help and banging on a window of a nearby building.

Lots of people were walking past but I was the only one who seemed to acknowledge it. I went to the window to help and she told me she was locked in a room in the building and that she needed me to come in and open the door.

Now, I have no idea the layout of this building and where she was located. So I decided to call campus security for help despite her pleading with me not to call them and to just let her out. I call them and when I hear them coming I go to greet them so I can take them to the window.

I leave for maybe a maximum of fifteen seconds and when I return with campus security she is gone. We can't see her at the window and campus security goes inside to double check and sure enough there is no trace of her.

Campus security definitely thought I was crazy and I'm sure my professor thought I was full of crap when I explained to him why I was late. No one seems to believe me that this happened but I swear it did.

Had my laptop in my bed just before going to sleep (not plugged in, on battery). Made an offhand comment on some website about how I wasn’t scared of ghosts and didn’t believe in them. Then I turned it off and went to sleep with the laptop beside me in my bed.

Next morning when I try to power it on, nothing happens. But the laptop feels unusually light. That’s when I realized the battery had been physically removed and placed in the kitchen.

I was alone in my apartment and do not have a history of sleepwalking at all.

When I was around 9 or 10, this guy who looked about 40 just kept being in every single public place I was in. With my parents or not, he was there. At the store? Yes he was there, bought everything me and my family bought. In school? Yes, he was staring at me on the other side of the school gate. Out in the city? Yes, following me in the streets.

I told my parents so many times and they just ignored me and said I need to stop believing everything my brother says. (Since my brother was really into creepy stuff at the time, he was 14.)

One day this guy just disappeared. The next thing I knew was that one of my friends kept seeing the guy everywhere. The exact same description. She many times pointed out that the guy was outside the school gate watching her, but I never saw him on the other side of the gate. Then she told me the guy disappeared after a few weeks.

Then this other kid started telling everyone about the same guy following him.

About 7 months passed and I moved to another town. Still gives me creeps.

I saw a panther sized black cat darting out of a water retention/artificial forest near a school in the desert. Logically, it shouldn't be able to survive there but holy crap -- I swear I saw it. Animal control wouldn't let that exist, there isn't really food enough for it, and the summers get dangerously hot if you've got black fur. Must have been 4-5 feet long. It doesn't make sense, but I 100% saw it, and so did the friend I was with.

I responded to a scene where a man tragically took his own life with a shotgun. (This was work related.) When I walked in, a black cat was sitting on top of the body, staring right through me with its glowing eyes. It was really weird.

Not quite sure how young I was at the time but it was probably between 5-8. I was in my babysitter's bed at the time in her trailer home. It was 3:00am I had woken up because I had to pee. When I woke up I looked down the hallway to see my babysitter leaning against the wall like one of the stereotypical cool guys do in movies. And I made eye contact and I felt my body go cold because she was still sound asleep next to me in bed.

I went under the blankets trying to hide and when I looked back she was gone. I didn’t want to sound crazy so I’ve never told anyone. Instead, I just sat in her bed watching infomercials until 6:00am when she woke up.

Never even thought about sleeping there again. I honestly forget how much this affected me until I started writing this. Really freaked me out man.

Footsteps and banging in my attic. For about 2 months, almost every night I would hear from my attic (the steps are only like 5 feet from my room) small taps or footsteps. Then it gradually got louder to the point it sounded like an audible foot was pressing on the wood. I told my dad and he told me it was probably an animal that got up there or something. Thing is, my sister heard it too as her bedroom was in the same hallway as mine.

My dad might've been right as it was completely gone after 2-3 months and right now at 2 AM, I don't hear it. And I swear to god if I hear it after I post this I'm actually gonna pee my pants.

In the same room of my old house, I have seen a convulsed face floating outside my window. My brother has also seen it too. I saw the same face over an extended period of time and it would do stuff like smile and float closer and further from the glass.

Our youngest brother a few years later complained that he didn't want to play with the boy in his room anymore as he was getting too much blood on his toys. It was the same room.

Back in high school I lived in a large apartment complex. It was maybe around 8-9 at night and completely dark. I was with a group of friends -- 4 or 5 people. We were just talking and messing around with a friend's pair of walkie talkies. We were looking up in the sky when two fireballs just appeared in the distanced and slowly moved in a line. Just as that happened, we started hearing what sounded like military communications over said walkie talkies. It was really staticky, but words came in every now and then. About 10 or so minutes later, the fireballs disappeared and the communications cut out. There was absolutely nothing about this on the news the next morning, and no one ever believed me.

I woke up to something, it sounded like a door shutting. At first I thought it was a dream because I could hear it in the dream as I was waking up, kinda like when someone calls your name when you’re dreaming. But then I looked at my cat, his hair was completely standing up and he was beaming at my bedroom door. This was the moment when I got really scared because I know animals can pick up on stuff and I thought he might know something's wrong. My cat doesn’t do this type of thing unless a dog is in the room.

So I looked over at the door and the only way I can describe it is it looked like it was swaying, slowly, like it was breathing, like someone was standing on the other side of it trying to hear if I was awake. This swaying was accompanied by a shadow. I don’t mean a supernatural shadow, but it looked like the shadow of a person behind the door.

I was paralyzed in fear. I lay there for 5 minutes, watching this door away. I considered yelling and trying to scare them away but I was terrified someone might respond. I legitimately thought this was the moment where I will have to defend myself or be killed.

I don’t own a gun but after 10 minutes or so I mustered up the courage to check every room in the house. One by one, I checked every corner too. But there was no one there.

I don’t know what happened, but my fight or flight kicked in and I completely believed someone was outside my door.

Back when I was a freshman in college I went out with a friend of mine. He ended up dancing with some girl, so I went and grabbed a seat at the bar. Girl came up to me and bought me a drink because she "liked my style" and introduced herself as Sapphire.

We chatted for at least an hour, had a few drinks, and at some point she said she had to leave, so I asked for her number and she scribbled it on to a bar napkin. But then we ended up chatting more and one thing led to another and she invited me to her apartment. We go there and start hooking up and she asks if I've ever tried... a certain substance... and if I wanted to do some. I said sure.

After it kicks in we go for a walk. We were talking about the constellations and space for a while, but then I noticed she went quiet. I had my eyes glued to the sky, so I look over... and she's gone.

I freak out and start retracing my steps to get back to her place, yelling her name and checking bushes (my high ass assumed she was just peeing in a bush).

Get back to her apartment, knock on the door, and some guy answers the door. Keep in mind this was like 4am at this point. Some guy answers and I ask if he knew Sapphire and described her. He said he had no clue who I was talking about and to just go home. So I did, I ended up crashing at a friend's place because my trip was going south and I knew he'd be able to calm me down.

Next day comes and I'm still trying to figure out what happened to her. I call the number she gave me... It was disconnected. Went back to the apartment, same guy answers, still no idea what I'm talking about. Even knocked on some of the neighbors' doors, and tried the same room location on different floors... Nothing. Talked to the security guy at the front desk, said he remembers me coming in a few times, but never saw me with a girl.

Called up my friend who was at the bar with me and asked if he saw the girl I was with. He said he never saw me with a girl, according to him I was sitting at the bar alone for a bit, had a few drinks, and left after like 30 minutes.

I have no idea who this woman was, or if she even existed, but I remember her so vividly I can't believe that I imagined it. She just vanished, leaving no tangible proof of her existence. Freaks me out to this day that I spent an entire night with this person who didn't exist. I still don't know what happened that night.

Just after high school, maybe six months or so after 9-11, I was a van driver who drove the meals for meals on wheels to the place where they get packaged up and taken for home delivery. Anyway the delivery van only had am/fm radio and I was listening to 92.5 fm, when all of a sudden the station cuts out and a transmission that I can only describe as an American version of a numbers station began playing. It was seemingly random numbers followed by a long period of the same phrase repeated over and over again. The phrase was "they took the crosstown bus", over and over again. None of the other drivers heard it but man was it creepy to hear. Eventually the regular radio station came back on and they never mentioned anything about it.

So I was getting on the elevator in the metro. To get from the train platform to the main platform with the turnstiles and exit, you have to take the elevator. So I got on with this older guy, it was just us two.

And I glanced over and this guy was watching me. Pointedly. And he was smiling but not in a nice, welcoming way. You know in cliche creepy pastas where they talk about monsters with "unnaturally wide smiles"? That's exactly the kind of smile this guy had.

Anyway, I looked away from him because I thought he was just crazy or something. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw him making these weird gestures all over his chest. It almost looked like he was making the sign of the cross or something.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and we both got off and walked towards the turnstiles. I swiped my card to exit and then turned around to see if this dude was following me.

And he was... gone.

There was nowhere else he could have gone, we were at the only exit for the station. Unless he turned back, ran and got on another elevator in about four seconds...

I don't know. I don't know where he went.

Anyway. I'm from a small town and sometimes weird things happen in the city that I don't quite understand but I just chalk it up to me being practically a redneck. But this was... really out there. And it's been bothering me.

I was living with a few of my friends a year and a half ago and we’re all pretty religious— at least two of us work in religion. We were talking about how we didn’t believe in ghosts or demons, at least in the sense that we couldn’t see them if they were real. We started talking about how if we saw one it would change our perspective entirely. I said out loud, “If something is here I wish it would just show us."

Two nights later I’m sound asleep and have the most vivid, brutal nightmare I’ve ever had. Long story short I was in my childhood house, we were getting robbed, and the robber shot my father only it was me (I was the robber). My father and I had a very strained relationship and the detail of the dream woke me up in tears. I mean I was SOBBING.

I looked at the foot of my bed and saw a man sitting on his heels staring at me. It looked like he was 80 years old but also somehow a child— that’s the best I can describe it. His face looked kind but his eyes looked so wicked it struck terror into my soul. He almost looked curious, but morbidly so. He was wearing clothes that looked like he was a newspaper salesman from 1890’s New York. I only saw him for a split second and he was gone. The wild thing is I got ALL OF THAT DETAIL in just a split second, like he wanted me to remember him.

Here's the crazy part. So I was spooked to death right? I went into our living room and watched YouTube and some Twitch streams for a bit until I convinced myself I was just half asleep and still spooked. I lay back in bed and the moment my head hits the pillow my roommate sits straight up in bed (still asleep), points at the foot of my bed and says, “Who was that man?" I LOST MY MIND. I literally drove home at 3am and told my parents through tears I wanted to stay home until summer.

I stayed at home for a week or so and then went back. My roommate started having night terrors after that but we moved soon after. I’ve never been so scared in all of my life.

My parents went canoeing in the middle of nowhere with some troubled youth. While they were on the river, their canoes capsized and people were having problems swimming and getting to shore.

Suddenly, 3 or 4 large men came out of nowhere and helped them all to shore, then completely disappeared afterwards. My parents swear they must of been angels as there’s no way they appeared and disappeared that quickly when they were in the middle of nowhere.

When I was three, we were picking up my grandparents for a Sunday drive. I was sitting in the back seat on the passenger side. My grandfather was sitting in front of me.

Suddenly he keeled over, dead of a massive stroke. As they hustled my little sister and me out of the car and into my grandparents' store, I happened to look over my shoulder and plainly saw grandpa walking down the street with two men.

Both were dressed in suits, which made it all the more incongruous that grandpa was wearing the same gray sweater and peaked hat he'd been wearing a moment before in the car. There was nothing particularly creepy about the experience, except that I wouldn't accept that grandpa was dead because, after all, I'd just seen him walking down the street. Naturally, this didn't go over very well. But I loved my grandpa, I didn't want him to be dead -- and I knew what I had seen!

When our family doctor arrived to pronounce grandpa dead, my mother asked me if I would take his word for it. We had a very good, trusting relationship with our doctor, so I said that I would. The doctor assured me that my grandfather had in fact died.

But he was the only grown up who didn't treat me like I was crazy. He listened respectfully as I told him what I had seen, and he suggested that maybe the men in the suits were angels. This seemed reasonable. Problem solved.

But to this day I can still see grandpa walking down the street with those two men. And no matter what my parents tried to tell me, it wasn't just a guy who looked like grandpa coincidentally wearing exactly the same clothes he'd been wearing in the car. It was him.

Not sure if this counts because I have at least two people that do believe me. After coming home from work one day I was walking through my kitchen towards the living room when a frying pan just flew across the room, and hit me square between the shoulders. My roommate, and a friend of his both saw it happen, and lost their minds.

Wasn't the only time we saw weird stuff in that house. I saw a shadow person in the same spot almost every day. Heard extremely heavy footsteps stomping across our roof with no explanation. My roommate says he saw a full laundry basket just flip itself upside down while it was flat on the ground. He also claims to have seen an "ugly little green goblin looking demon" in our living room one night.

The scariest thing I saw was at the age of 16. I woke up early in the morning (4:30-5-ish am) since me and some friends were supposed to go on a road trip for the weekend. We had a long ride to one of the stops we wanted to visit, and didn't wanna be there too late.

I look out my window and it's still a kinda dark outside. When I walk downstairs, I see wet footprints all over the house, and suddenly a big man, we're talking 6'7 at least, just bolts past me and out the front door.

I crapped at least 5 bricks and ran upstairs to my dad. Nothing got stolen, but things were scattered all over the house.

About a decade ago, I was helping my sister and her husband move into their new apartment. It was in a far off city, so I couldn't exactly drive home right after we were done, and their place was also pretty cramped. I decided to spend the weekend at her friend's (who I'll call Mary) house for my bus back home on Monday. Now, Mary is a widow. I'm also a guy. Keep that in mind.

When I first got to Mary's house, I was immediately hit by how unwelcoming the place felt. She was really nice, but the house just "felt" angry, as if I was an intruder. The building was also ice cold despite it being summer and there being no AC. It was off-putting to say the least but I just chalked it up to nerves. Something is seriously off about this place, but I don't know what exactly.

She finally leads me to the guest room and I start to get ready to turn in. It's about 11 PM. I leave the one luggage bag I brought on the floor, change into my pyjamas, lay in bed and try to get to sleep. A few hours later at about 1 or 1:30, I wake up to what sounds like footsteps. I don't worry too much about it, thinking it's probably Mary on her way to the bathroom or something. Then something hits me like a brick.

These footsteps are far too deep and far too loud to belong to Mary.

They sound like the footsteps of a bigger guy. Now, I'm sweating bullets but all I can really do is stay still and try to go back to sleep. For good while, all I can hear is the steady pacing of a large man just outside the door. I swear, at some moments it felt like whatever it was, was walking right into the room. I eventually fall back asleep.

I wake up again at about 3 or 3:30. This time it felt like someone or something was pinning the covers from below the bed so that I couldn't move. I'm terrified and almost paralyzed in fear. After a few moments of struggling, I manage to get the covers off and then the bed starts to violently shake. I grab my phone and take off. I hustle down the stairs in my PJs and call a taxi to get to a hotel since I'm way too spooked to stay any longer.

Once I get off the phone, I quickly go back into the house to get my stuff from the guest room. I will never forget what I saw next. As I open the door to my room, to my total and utter horror, I see that my luggage has been carefully placed on my bed, opened, and the contents have been completely strewn about. I scramble to get my stuff into my bag, and sprint out of the house.

I haven't been over at Mary's house since.

Fishing on Lake Minnewanka in Banff National Park with a good friend. About 50 feet from shore. Around 8:30 pm.

I see glowing red eyes. Up in the trees. Like .... red... like predator, I guess. I do a double take...  and they are gone.

I decide not to say anything, maybe I'm crazy. Nope. 5 minutes later, my buddy says, "I just seen some glowing red eyes up in the top of those trees."

I feel goosebumps. "Yup, I saw them too."

We look back and they are gone. We decide to aim the boat towards the shoreline. It's not dark yet but the sun is going down. We saw nothing. No owls, no goats in the trails. We didn't get off the boat but we had a good look around.

When I ask him about it (this was around 10 years ago) he just says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I can't blame him. But after all these years I've never heard or seen anything like those glowing red eyes, 30 - 40 feet up in the trees. Staring at us.

I copied and pasted this next part, I knew nothing about the history when we went fishing there..

"For more than 100 centuries, people hunted and camped along the original shores of Lake Minnewanka. The Stoney people called it 'Minn-waki' or 'Lake of the Spirits.' They respected and feared this lake for its resident spirits. The Early Europeans called it Devil's Lake."

I used to go camping there. I do not any more. Mostly because it's bear country for most of the summer. But yeah also because of those bright red eyes. I will never forget that. Most surreal thing I've ever seen.

This was 4 years ago. As I was walking on the sidewalk on a busy afternoon, I saw a suspicious boy, about 18 years old. He was 10 meters away and walking towards me. I kept my eyes on him despite the fact that he wasn’t looking directly at me; his eyes were roaming, jumping from object to object.

As we approached one another, half a meter away from each other, he takes out a knife and tries to stab me in my left side. He wasn’t really fast, so I easily dodged it and immediately turn to see who is he, or if he is trying to stab me again. To my surprise he continues walking and after couple of meters he stopes turns around smiles and gives me thumbs up, then he continues walking in the opposite direction.

Till this day I don’t know who he was, what he wanted and even my family doesn’t believe me, because “if someone wanted to stab you, you can‘t stop him. You aren’t experienced enough to dodge it like that.” Or something of that kind.

Alright, buckle in.

My neighbor was dying of a heart condition about 6 years ago. He knew he was, so he was giving away his valuables to people he trusted with them. Neighbor gave me his tackle box. He loved to fish. I would see him come home from fishing every day and he’d just sit on his porch and skin fish. I just put the tackle box in my closet and didn’t really do anything with it since I don’t fish.

Anyways, soon after, he passed away in his home. Exactly a week after that, I woke up to the tackle box at the foot of my bed. Weird, but my stepdad likes to fool around. I figured it was him, so I put it back. The next morning, I wake up, and it’s at the foot of my bed again.

So I ask my stepdad what the deal was, and he had no idea what I was talking about. To test this, I put the tackle box in a spot that he wouldn’t find, nor would he attempt to get it. Under my bed, all the way in the back against the wall, and I put stuff in front of it to conceal it. Next morning, nothing. Okay, I guess it was him. Didn’t give it much thought after that.

Three days pass, I wake up one morning and there it is, at the foot of my bed. Crap. Now I’m starting to freak out. So I did what any rational person would and I went fishing with it. After I went fishing, I put the tackle box away, and it hasn’t moved since then. It’s still there.

Didn't see it but heard it. My friends and I got a cheap set of walkie-talkies from Walmart and were playing around with them in the middle of the day. There's a bit of silence as we're trying to figure out the volume and out of nowhere there's a male voice saying "mayday mayday mayday" that comes through all of our walkie talkies and it definitely sounds like it from one of those aircraft headsets. We try to answer back but there's no response. I called emergency but they said there weren't any reports of distressed aircraft or ships and even if there were, they couldn't do anything about it.

It was afternoon in the middle of summer. I was delivering soda to an old mental hospital that was in the process of being shut down.

My call sheet didn’t say which of the several buildings I should go to, so I was trying doors on all of them until I got one that opened. The building that did open was the crappiest-looking so far; it was missing bricks, and looked somehow just darker than the others. Like it suddenly wasn’t such a sunny summer day anymore.

I was ready to get suddenly shanked by modern day Sarah Connor as I walked down this empty hallway trying to find...anyone who worked there. Finally found someone and got their liquid diabetes order into their break room. By this time I’d been there an hour and really had to pee. I asked the lady if I could use theirs and she pointed me down the hall.

There was one of those sudden wall and floor style changes right before the bathroom like you get in old buildings where an addition is made way later. The bathroom is on the old side, darker and colder than the side where the break room was. I really have to go though, and as a woman in a male dominated industry I’d peed in more awkward circumstances, so I walked in. It’s a one toilet deal and I locked the door behind me after finding the light switch, because there was no window.

I sat and started the before realizing that it was a combo toilet shower room, with the shower recessed into the wall right in front of where I was sitting. All dirty institutional tile with an old, old school set of chains and manacles for uncooperative patients bolted into the wall.

It was the creepiest thing I’d ever seen. And as I peed and stared those chains started SWAYING BACK AND FORTH ON THE WALL.

The chains were still clanging around while I was struggling with the rusty old deadbolt on the door of that godforsaken, haunted-ancient bathroom. I ran down that hallway out to the truck fit to start crying, and I was not any kind of stranger to weird haunted things like that. It somehow scared me worse than growing up in a ghost-ridden house ever did.

Mental hospitals being decommissioned... never again.

Two of my friends went permanently missing one night we were partying out at their parent's cabin in the Vermont wilderness. They were never found, dead or alive. The events that led up to it were kind of creepy, but honestly at this point I can hardly discern between the real and imagined except that they really disappeared.

I was considered a suspect in their disappearance and while I definitely wouldn't say no one believes me because their parents were very supportive of what I was going through and advocated on my behalf, I would never feel comfortable openly telling someone that something paranormal happened even though that is something I've at least considered.

When I was a kid, I used to stay at my grandparents house a lot. They’ve had that house for as long as my mom has been alive, possibly even longer. All I know is that the history of the property is still unknown to this day.

Anyways, I used to stay in my mom's old childhood room—it was called the purple room due to the purple carpet and the lavender wallpaper. It was a pretty big room with a queen sized bed in the middle, and a humongous window right next to it. During the summer I would frequently stay at that house and spend a lot of time in that room. One night, I vividly remember waking up late at night, probably 1 or 2 in the morning, and seeing a puppet show outside my window. I wish I was making this up.

They were hand/sock puppets and it looked like it was only performed by one or two people. It was only a shadow of this performance, which threw me off, so of course I assumed I was still a little tired and totally out of it and imagining the whole thing. I decided to brush it off my shoulder and ignore it. Oh man, do I regret that.

As soon as I turned over on my right side, there in the doorway was a large black figure. It was pitch black out in the hallway, but I could clearly see a figure standing there. My stomach sank and my heart started beating quickly. I was wide awake now. I blinked a few times and I swear every time I did, it got a little bit closer.

When it got arm's length away from me, that’s when I felt my heart stop beating completely and my body turning cold. I swear I could see my breath because of how cold it is. I was able to muster up a scream that woke up both of my grandparents and brother from their deep slumber. My grandma was the first one to come into my room, but as soon as she flicked the lights on, it was gone. Never to be seen again.

I was sobbing and trying to tell her what I saw, but she just kept stroking my hair and saying I was just having a bad dream. I know that wasn’t a dream and what I saw was real. I also believe that this thing that I saw as a child has followed me when I moved to a different state. I was about 6 or 7 when this happened and I’m 16 now. To this day, no one believes me

I used to have a buddy that lived in the same neighborhood, a few streets over. One night we were having a couple of drinks in his backyard while playing cards. I had some things to do the next morning so just before ten I said my good-byes and shoved off.

It was a short walk (MAYBE 15 minutes door-to-door) so I never drove. Anyway, it was a nice night... uneventful trip. But when I got home, my roommate was coming out the front door, coffee in hand, and dressed for work. He gave me a funny look and said he thought I was asleep since my truck was in the driveway. I told him where I'd been and asked why he was going in to work at night.

That's when he kind of laughed and asked if I was under the influence. We stared at each other for a minute and then he told me it was just after 5 IN THE MORNING and he was going in just like he usually did.

In my entire life, I'd never felt more confused than I did in that moment. I could tell he was dead serious but I KNEW I had just left my friend's house.

I checked my phone and sure enough... 5-something in the AM. My roommate left for work. I paced circles in the living room for a bit then called the friend whose house I'd just left. He groggily answered and confirmed I'd left at ten the previous evening.

I have no idea what happened during those 7 hours of my life and it gives me chills to think about it all these years later. I wasn't hammered, I wasn't tired, no one could have slipped anything in either of the two drinks I'd had...no known medical conditions that would have caused me to blackout, and nothing has happened like it since.

No matter how much I puzzle over it, I just don't know what happened to that time.

When I was 7 or 8, I would have a reoccurring nightmare that one of my dolls came to life, played with me, and then would try to pull me into my closet with her. I’d follow her into the closet at first, but then she’d show me this little door at the back of the closet, and my heart would start to race. I don’t know what it was about that door, but I knew something bad would happen if I went through it. I’d start to struggle and try to pull away, but the doll was too strong and would start pulling me through the door.

At this point in the dream, I’d always wake up screaming. The worst part was I had night terrors, so sometimes I’d wake up standing next to my closet. Every night before bed, I’d make my parents make sure there wasn’t a little door at the back of my closet. There never was.

Anyway, I was talking to my mom the other day and this dream came up. I’m laughing about it and how ridiculously paranoid I was about dolls and that closet, but my mom gets really quiet. She tells me the creepy part of that dream wasn’t the doll; it was the fact that there used to be a little door at the back of the closet, but when I was one year old, they remodeled the house and put a wall where the door used to be. There’s no way I could have remembered that door, but years later, I kept dreaming about it.

None of my friends believe this story, but I swear it’s true.