Whether you are visiting in the summer or the cold New England winter, it is fun to escape to the indoor water park after a busy day outdoors. The waterpark features a zero-entry wave pool, two waterfalls, and even a water basketball area. The main feature is a three-story tower with four different water slides — two body slides and two tube slides.
The Bamboo Bay adventure tour for smaller kids offers family fun with water cannons, slides, and a giant tipping bucket. Entrance to the Kahuna Laguna does require a fee, unless you booked a package that includes tickets. The Red Jacket Mountain Resort is a classic New England family hotel, welcoming generation after generation of visitors.
Click here for great deals on Kahuna Laguna on TripAdvisor! Click here for other great fall family getaways in New England! Boasting over 55, square feet, this mammoth indoor water park offers guests , gallons of water and related rides for all ages. Of course, no visit to a waterpark would be complete without time spent meandering on an inner tube on a lazy river. Way up high, overlooking the park, is a wading pool designed for young visitors offering Baby Slides and a Baby Bungee. My girls loved the Lilly Pad Adventure which tests both balance and strength.
My family delights in thrill rides! If yours do too, check out these hair-raising slides. For those not afraid of heights, take a ride on Sharks Slam, towering four stories high, you will whip and turn your way to an awaiting pool. For thrill seekers, hop on the Barracuda Blast, as you slide through the dark through lots of loops and turns over feet. For the daring, you can try the smallest raft slide, the Pelican Plunge, which takes you on a curvy ride over feet long. This resort is perfect for families because of the large rooms that sleep up to 7 guests.
Most rooms feature two double beds and a nook with bunk beds and an extra TV. The 30, sq ft indoor water park is very family friendly with plenty of shallow pool areas and kiddie slides. They offer free life jackets for children, which is very helpful. The water park has an interesting layout as it is spread across 3 levels of the building. Kiddie pools, slides and lap pool are on the bottom floor. The fun lazy river with several water features and entrances to the two bigger water slides on the second floor.
Finally, the two big watersides, which alternate being open, are on the third floor. In addition, it is very close to many Branson restaurants and attractions making it a convenient choice for families. Stefanie Cornwall — Making of a Mom https: The activities on property include: In addition, there is an ice cream parlor and pizza shop, as well as other dining options.
Grand Country Resort is also home of the Grand Country Music Hall that features a lot of great, family friendly shows. The best part of Grand Country Resort just might be the two story indoor and outdoor waterpark that features a lazy river, kiddie pools, slides, tree house with water features and a huge 1, gallon tipping bucket. Grand Country Resort is right on the main strip of Branson — highway This means, even though there is dining, entertainment and activities right at your resort, you are also close to all the other tourist attractions in the city.
You can easily enjoy other dining, shopping, shows, museums, and attractions not far from your hotel room. All this makes Grand Country Resort a win-win in the vacation department! Perhaps the most fun thing at Great Wolf Lodge Traverse City — amongst the many options to choose from — is the wide range of events.
As with Great Wolf Lodge waterpark resorts, the Traverse City location has a fantastic waterpark, along with an arcade and spa, evening story time, the great clock tower show, and plenty of kids activities play room, wolfercize, wolf walk, and more. But what our family loves most is to attend during seasonal events — Magical snowland, Howl-o-ween, Trick or Treat Trail, Spooktacular story time, Visits with Santa, etc. The park has a relaxing lazy river, four slides, splash area for the littlest kids, a wave pool and even a hot tub and a sauna for parents!
In the summer they open a retractable roof to let the sun in. It is better to call ahead for day passes in the high season. Click here for great deals on Cape Codder on TripAdvisor! Located in historic French Lick, Indiana, Big Splash Adventure is a unique water park destination featuring 40, square feet of aqua action under a retractable roof.
Families who are also looking for convenient hotel accommodations will be thrilled to find the variety of room types available in the same facility including room suites with four bunk beds. Create unforgettable memories zipping down one of four water slides or exploring the park from a lazy trip down the Lost River. Kids of all ages will enjoy the Buccaneer Bay splash pad or one of many other activities. Rumbling tummies can be satisfied with a pizza or other snacks from the Galley Grill just outside the water park next to the Treasure Chest arcade.
Also under this same complex roof is The Boatyard restaurant that offers family friendly dining. Our crew agrees this stop in beautiful southern Indiana is a favorite on our list. Mary Beth Goff — http: We love visiting this hotel several times a year, as it is close and super fun for the whole family! The main attraction is the huge indoor water park. With slides, a wave pool, toddler area and many other attractions, there is something for your entire family to enjoy.
But there is lots more to do here besides the water park! GWL has many activities to keep your family entertained. They have an arcade, bowling, laser tag and glow in the dark mini golf which the kids love! You can also purchase a Pup Pass for the younger kids, which includes activities suitable for the younger crowd and they get to pick a stuffed animal at the end of their adventure to take home.
For the older kids, the very popular MagiQuest is available. This is an interactive game and kids must walk from station to station all over the hotel. Kind of like a scavenger hunt that will keep them entertained for hours! As you can see, there is lots to do at the Great Wolf Lodge for every member of your family. You may come for the water park attraction, but will soon discover so much more your family can enjoy!
If you are in Georgia check out the Great Wolf Lodge there! I love how family travel is such an amazing way to deepen your family bond! We have 4 kids and 2 dogs and we sold everything so we could simplify our life, focus on our family, and travel! If the fit is right I am willing to relocate! I know everything in what to do at Safari Joe but I love Grounds! I love different jobs threw out the day to!
You will not regret one minute about hiring me! I will make your Park and Employees very happy and I love people and talking to people! I want a opportunity to relocate and come work for you guys year around at your Water Park! Thanks and God Bless!! Need to make it 20 indoor parks. Thanks for the suggestion! Your email address will not be published. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam.
Learn how your comment data is processed. As I pulled the guts out of the aircraft and with my nose pointed up to the stars in my chin bubble I observed the leaves of a cottonwood tree being pressed aside by the plexiglass of my chin bubble.. After a couple of seconds and now a few hundred feet above the canopy my co-pilot and I stared at each other with wide eyes and the knowledge we barely avoided death.
I never did tell him that I didn't, because I have never known how to explain it. I went on to fly helicopters for thirty-seven years, accident free and I still can't explain what happened that night. So a few years back, probably years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked.
She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside.
It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house. Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn't smell anything nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed. The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in there home.
Which could have been just coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of. There is actually a few stories that are pretty supernatural that I have about my family, but this is the shortest one to be honest. Seven years ago I lived in a two story farm house. It was was built in and was both large and old. I was packing clothes and putting them in a small unused bedroom.
I was wearing my MP3 player and [the last time I checked] it showed three fourths battery life. I was on my fourth [or so] trip and was hauling a load of shirts on hangers. It occurred to me the closet was empty too, "Perfect, I'll just hang 'em back up in there". This closet was almost a second room. It had a short glossy wooden door. The area of was thrice as long as wide, with hardwood floors. The lacquer still smelled, even though I'm sure it was fresh a hundred years ago.
I ducked fully inside and thought, "This is a weird little place to be. I don't even know It scared the entire FUCK out of me. I flew straight out, looked at my player and it was dead. I'm a pretty rational guy, that mp3 player would sometimes show more battery life than it actually had, it's done that before.
And maybe the sounds were some sort of malfunction before shutting down. I don't really believe in ghosts, but I'm telling you My skin felt electric for an hour after. I never felt comfortable in that room again. So, I was staying at my aunt's house in Mexico. My cousin's room had two beds so I slept in there. I remember not being able to sleep well and I had a bit of pain coming from my thighs.
I had sweatpants on and somehow had scratches on my inner thighs. Almost like a bunch of cat scratches. My aunt came in and searched the bed for anything but never found anything that could've scratched me. She also noticed that I had a bit of bruising on my neck, as if someone had tried to choke me. It was just me and my cousin If I do, I stay for a few minutes only. After my grandpa died my grandma said she could feel someone getting into bed with her nearly every night, but we didn't believe her.
One night I was watching TV in the living room trying to fall asleep when I heard footsteps in the hallway leading to my grandma's bedroom. I looked out into the hallway and couldn't see anyone, and this happened for probably a minute. Immediately after the footsteps stopped the TV turned off. I stayed awake for another hour or so but didn't hear anything after that. The house I grew up in was about years old by the time my parents bought it.
I lived there until I was For as long as I can remember, I saw what I described as "a girl that was pink and see through". I always called her Pam. It's been 10 years since I lived in that house and I still remember her vividly. My dad got a bit weirded out when I would talk about Pam and finally when I was 13, my mom put me in therapy because Pam was still something I brought up regularly.
In order to stop my parents from thinking I was crazy, I just stopped talking about Pam completely and went on with life. That was until my parents decided to put the house up for sale when I was Just two weeks before moving into our new house, I was sleeping, but was woken up by Pam standing in my doorway and pointing into the bathroom that was directly across the hall.
All Pam said was "look, my mom. I remember the woman looked as though she had been hanging there for a while, when all of a sudden the woman's boot fell off and I abruptly woke up. I ran into my parents room to tell them what happened, and my mom looked at me disappointed because I was taking about Pam again after having kept quiet about her for years. I concluded that it was just a bad dream and went back to bed with no other incidences.
Until a few days later. I was once again asleep, and dreaming that I was woken up by crying coming from the bathroom across the hall. I got out of bed and walked over to see what was going on. At that point, I saw the same woman that was hanging from the bathroom light fixture, sobbing and holding a very real little girl under the water in the bathtub.
It was then that I realized that the little girl was the little pink see through girl I had seen my entire life. And she was not moving. I immediately woke up and I was crying uncontrollably. I was 16 years old, and I ran into my parents room like a 5 year old, and jumped into bed with my mom my dad was working at the time. I told my mom what had happened and my mom could see how upset I was and was trying to calm me down. At that same moment, the pink and transparent version of Pam walked through the door.
I looked at my mom and just whispered "oh my god mom. She's in here" and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified. My mom was speechless. At that point, Pam slowly walked up the side of the bed and began shoving me into my mom. I had never been touched by Pam before.
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After what seemed like forever, Pam stopped and slowly walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, and my mom stayed awake to see what else would happen. I never spent another night in that house. But, two weeks after we moved out completely, the house caught fire. The entire back side as well as the entire garage burnt. The official cause was "spontaneous combustion". The house that my family lived in for 25 years has since been bought and sold 8 times within 10 years.
No one wants to stay in that house, and I really think that Pam is the reason why. TL;DR- that sinking feeling you get when you think someone unseen is watching you, isn't always wrong. It was a chilly December morning. I hiked in, pre-dawn, taking about an hour and a half to go 3 miles off the beaten trails. Got to my "nest" about half an hour before sunrise and started to settle in. The wind kicked up and a fog rolled in that was thicker than milk. Within a few minutes, my visibility was 5'. I'm sitting tight, huddled up against the freezing wind when I start to hear twigs snapping close to me.
For no apparent reason, what is normally a rapturous sound indicative of an imminently successful hunt, sent a frosty chill down my spine. I chambered a round in my lever action as quietly as I could, and lay flat on my back tucked against a fallen tree. The rustling was moving closer through the fog, but I couldn't see anything. The sun was starting to peek over the mountains to my east and visibility was starting to increase. The rustling of twigs and leaves was sporadic, sometimes directly in front of me, sometimes behind or beside me.
I remember laying there, rifle across my chest, thinking to myself how silly it was to react like such a coward. I rationed with myself that bears and mountain lions are a rarity where I was, and I had likely stumbled into a herd of white-tail that had bedded down. I decided to sit up. The rustling stopped immediately. As it was fully dawn by now, I was looking through the fog for the outline of my prey, which I had assured myself was literally all around me. By now, the fog had faded away and it was apparent to me that I was alone in those woods.
I hunted all that day without seeing so much as a squirrel. Around 3 in the afternoon, after fighting the wind and an abnormally cold day, and not wanting to hike out by flashlight, I decided it was time to start back to the truck. Walking out of those woods was the most uneasy I have ever felt. Lawfully, once you make it back to the trail, you're supposed to clear the chamber of your rifle.
What is normally a stroll through the woods, I undertook with the seriousness of an animal being stalked. I would walk, then stop and listen. I never heard or saw anything during my retreat, but I could feel eyes on me. I was about feet away from my truck, when I rounded the last corner and saw, hanging at eye level from a tree by a noose, a stuffed bear in a blaze orange jacket. I'm a giant, broad shouldered outdoorsman, but that one shook me something fierce.
Yeah, but what are the odds a bear was going to go down the same trail as me? A bear wearing blaze orange, no less? Even if one did, the message probably would have been lost on it's stupid bear brain. I'd like to think it was, but I don't. We're talking about a rural mountain town of less than 3, where everyone hunts. If there were any type of real anti-hunter sentiment in the form of threatening messages, the local paper would surely have picked up the story. I was parked well off the main road, in my favorite spot, which is my favorite spot because of how hard it is to find and the limb they hung the bear from was waaaaaay off the ground.
If they were anti-hunter, they sure went to a lot of trouble. My own speculation is occultists. I've come across some very disturbing things in those woods, and the people that would have left them there could not have been in their right minds. Care to elaborate on what else you saw in those woods that leads you to believe it was occultists?
Severed, disfigured mannequin heads, a squirrel crucified to a tree, weird symbols painted on trees in the middle of nowhere. One time, a trail was lined on both sides by rocks of varying sizes that were stacked tip to tip. Must have been of them, and some of the rocks didn't look like they could have been lifted by one person. Some of the biggest ones were balancing on top of rocks that were little more than pebbles. Another time, I came into a clearing on a ridge and there were of these rock stacks.
They weren't haphazardly piled together, these were laid so that the sides were uniform, almost like brick work. They were each over 7' long, about 5' tall and wide enough to lay down on. The fact that those stacks aren't near the trails, but are way the fuck up in the mountains, scares me the most. It tells me they aren't there to scare people, they're there so people wouldn't find them. They legitimately looked like sacrifice alters, and to get to them you have to cover some of the roughest terrain that I've experienced in the Appalachians.
I live on a mountain in the Southern Appalachians and have also seen some crazy stuff. I have a trail-head right at my back door that leads to fire-access trails and a person can really get waaaaaay back in the woods. I've seen what looked like some weird, definitely human made structures in strange shapes nothing like a make-shift tree stand nailed to trees, dead animals in bags hanging from branches, just random "what the Hell is this?
So, I totally believe you. Over the summer, I was in the Southern Appalachians myself, was looking for a place to sleep for the night as we had driven some ways from our original campsite, and didn't feel like making the trek back. I stopped in one of the turn-offs and felt that it was a secure enough spot for just an hour of two of sleep.
I got out and checked the surroundings, and went piss. Looking around I noticed the guard railing and peered over the edge and realized that this particular cliff was a good 60 foot drop, and maybe a degree incline. Just as I was heading back to the car, I hear shrill, high pitched laughter from beyond the railing.
Type of laugh that makes your hair stand up. I was already considering leaving after hearing that, but stayed to verify I actually heard laughter. As I leaned against my friend's car, I heard it again. At this point I was determined to leave, and as I notified my friend we were leaving he was passed out drunk and only vaguely aware of what was going on I heard a different voice break out, in dry, heaving sobs, that continued for roughly 15 seconds before ending abruptly.
I don't think I've ever gotten back in the car so fast. I grew up at the base of the Adirondacks, so woods were a normal thing for me. Man is there weird shit that goes on in the woods. Your accounts above don't surprise me in the least. Not far from my house there is an entire inbred community that follows no local laws such as hunting seasons , they have a graveyard inside their little community where they are all buried.
It's a fact that cops have gone missing when going in there to check things out. Rumor has it that hikers or general people have gone missing as well. My friends and I drove back there once at night were brilliant right? The road got smaller and smaller, worse and worse, until we got nervous we wouldn't be able to turn around any more, so we turned around and made it out as quickly as we could.
We got back to the main road to find out we had a flat tire. Obviously theres no way to prove it, but we assume something was laid out for us to run over on the way out because we didn't feel the tire was flat until our way back out of the area. That was my biggest fear, that I'd get back to my truck and my tires would be slashed.
If that had been the case, I'd have been in full Rambo mode. I've been there and I'm never going back. Did you go there when they had bullet holes in the stop sign? I went with a girl I was dating at the time and when you go past the trailers there is a giant chain link fence and a big ass gate labeled "Sunnyside lane" or something like that, I think that's where most of them actually live. We got chased out by a red pickup and they followed us almost all the way back to Lake George. And you aren't kidding when you say the cops don't really mess around up there.
A couple of the alans came down to a bar my dad was at and somebody recognized one of them and started calling them all sorts of names. The alans smashed up the guys car and took off, they called the cops and all they said was "Yeah don't do that. Fuck that place dude. The cemetery is something right out of a weird ass movie.
Every headstone has the same last name, except for a couple, which were another last name. Can't remember what the name was though. Y'know, I'm not saying flamethrowers are effective against cultists, but I'm not saying they aren't. Huh, if that's true I wonder what would have happened had you actually gotten a kill that day. I have never thought about that.
Honestly, it didn't matter that day. No deer, no rabbits, no squirrels, I don't even remember hearing birds chirping. Those woods are normally alive with activity but that day was different. The only time I have ever had this happen and ever felt genuinely afraid in the woods was walking an old path behind my own house here in Maryland. It was like the whole forest was holding its breath, just watching me. I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and heard the words "I love you. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sound being produced, but I wasn't the one who did it, and he wasn't either.
It sounded like a feminine voice. It sounded like it came from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us. It was creepy as hell. I still think about it.
A week ago tomorrow, October 20th, I came home from class at around I hung out at home for a bit and at 2: Being the bum that I am, I laid down in my bed and set a timer on my phone for a 20 minute nap. I fell asleep quickly and after around five minutes I was woken up by my bedroom door opening and had a split second of panic before my dog jumping up onto my bed and laying down next to me.
I fell back asleep. After another 5 minutes of sleep, I instantly jolted awake because I was certain there was someone standing next to my bed, behind me. I assumed it was my mother, who would likely be pissed that I was sleeping in the middle of the day. I woke and turned around in one movement and there was no one there. I checked my phone and had another 8 minutes of sleep left. I went back to sleep only to be woken by my phone ringing.
It was my mother. She said that my great-aunt, who had been in the hospital after a stroke-like event for a week, had died around one o'clock. My mom then said she knew my aunt was going to die today because she had seen a wraith a sort of ghost, usually warning of someone dying that morning, my mom is Scottish and very superstitious but I don't believe in any of that. She said that when she woke up that morning to take my brother to school, she went in my room to see if I was still asleep, she saw a wraith standing next to my bed. Mine would have, too, if my mother told me she saw a goddamn ghost watching me sleep and decided that was not worth getting involved in.
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She probably just thought it was her mind playing tricks on her until I confirmed it. Because when she saw it it was 5 am, dark, and she had only been up for 30 seconds. This was almost a week ago and I still have a hard time falling asleep in there lol. The only reason I typed lol is because I'm crying inside. I was under the impression that wraiths appeared around those who would recently pass. Not to freak you out, but it was your bed.
My ex wife and I bought an older house, 's. We were renovating and had put some baseboards into the basement, painted them and left them to dry overnight. We looked at them the next morning and it looked like someone had taken a sharp knife and dug it in down the entire length of two of the baseboards, almost 8 feet each. The "blade" had gouged through the new paint, old paint, primer and right down to the wood.
It was just the two of us in the house. Uncle weird guy was going to help us move in and when we got inside the house he got all weird and left. Always avoided coming for birthdays etc. We always joked he saw a ghost and for some reason we nicknamed the ghost Billy. When my little sister started talking she would say really weird things, like asking if we can shut her door at night so she doesn't have to see the boy walking down the hallway.
Anyways we thought she was also just being a big weirdo, so we continued to have this Billy the Ghost joke. Something would get misplaced "must be Billy" yadda yadda. A few years later we ripped up the flooring because we wanted to go back to the original hard wood that had been covered up forever ago by old owners, and if you know anything about old houses you know they used to insulate the floor with newspaper when newspaper just became a thing.
Decided to read some articles for fun, some talking about the first ever refrigerators, really cool things like that. Until we got to the creepy part, a mentally challenged boy named Billy who lived in our home, died while playing outside of it. I saw a lot of shit growing up in that house but I'm not a huge ghost believer. The newspaper was a fucking creepy coincidence though, given that for years we had an ongoing Billy the Ghost joke.
Uncle also ended up telling us years later that when he pulled into the driveway and was outside of the house he just got this awful feeling. When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent's house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house.
One day we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement. I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn't recognize. He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent's basement.
Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable. My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn't find anyone. To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it's real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff.
I haven't gone back in that house since. Just for quick reference, if you think you're hallucinating in your home, get a carbon monoxide detector asap. I used to date a girl in college who lived 3 hours away. We would trade weekends - one at her school, one at my school. One day she got upset because she had driven all the way to see me and I was in an all-night study session which she had known about and couldn't be home to see her.
She texted me that she was going back to her place and then I never heard anything from her ever again. After 3 days of texting her trying to make sure she was okay, the texts started coming back as "number not found. And it gets weirder. I called her apartment land line and was told the people who had lived there had moved out she had 3 roommates and didn't leave a number as to where they went.
I got really freaked out and asked friends who worked in school admin to pull some strings, just to make sure she was alive. The school she was at didn't have any records of her as a student. The license plate to her car wasn't registered to anyone. None of our mutual friends ever saw her again. I called the police, but there were no car accidents involving anyone who fit her description in the stretch of road between our two schools that night, or in the two weeks after I didn't ask for a longer time frame because at that point she was already missing.
Cops wouldn't file a missing person because I wasn't a family member. To this day I have no idea what happened, why she freaked out on me so bad, or if she's still alive or in witness protection or was erased from all time by an evil wizard. She literally disappeared without a trace. This incident happened with my friend. He was once visiting his relatives in a semi rural town in India.
During summers , the people usually preferred to sleep on the roofs of their houses on a cot. So that's what he did. All was normal , he spread his cot on the roof and fell asleep. Then in the middle of the night he wakes up to see five women, wearing white sarees a type of indian clothing , hair untied and dancing in circles on the neighbouring house's rooftop. He was scared shit less and spent the rest of night awake under the sheets with his face hidden.
A white saree like this is a sort of symbol of female ghosts in Indian urban legends. When I was a kid, my brother and I would get stuck with babysitting the neighbors kid; his name was Alex. Alex was really fond of my lego set that I had in the corner of my room--facing the window, he would play for hours staying preoccupied while my brother and I would play videogames in the living room.
So one night, when I fell asleep on the couch while babysitting , my brother came to me and said, "Alex is under your bed and shaking.. I go inside to find him on the verge of tears as he was trembling profusely under my bed. I asked Alex, "What's wrong? Why are you under there? As I walked toward the bed in order to help him out, he ran; he ran all the way back over to his house and waited on his front steps until his parents got home. Now, my parents were out to dinner with his, and he explained the whole story in detail to both his parents and mine; his explanation sent shivers down my spine when my brother and I left the house to meet up with his parents and find out what happened.
My mom told me me that Alex was playing with my legos and hear a slight murmur from my closet, something that resembled a faint vocalization of, "come here. He stared at the crack until he saw an eyelid open. He told us that there was a man in my closet. Alex then hid under my bed after he gave out a slight yelp which attracted my brothers attention. My family rushes back into my house and into my room. In horror, we find my closet door rocked open and a few things missing. My window had been left open, when it was previously closed, and a few things knocked over which had not been touched previously.
We still don't know what force we were reckoning after that evening. Thank god nothing more severe happened. I grew up in 2-story house in the Philippines. Upstairs, there was a huge playroom, and 4 bedrooms. When I was around 11 years old, me and my babysitter were hanging out in the playroom.
She went to the bathroom, and I got bored so I went downstairs to check out the fridge. I heard her come out of the bathroom, and she started screaming my name. After the 3rd time, she stopped. I thought she figured out that I was downstairs. After a few minutes, I saw her coming down the stairs. As she looked at me, she froze and just stared at me.
I asked her what's wrong, and she said she just saw me in the playroom before she went downstairs. She was really freaked out about it, and I don't know--I used to not believe in these things so I just laughed at her. The second time it happened, I was probably I was hanging out at my brother's room cause it's the room with the fastest internet. And thenI heard my 6-year old brother I have 2 brothers calling me and looking around for me, I didn't answer back and just waited for him to find me. I saw him go in my room, and then he got quiet. I thought he was looking for something and just found it.
As he was walking out of my room, he saw me in my brother's room, and he just froze and stared like my babysitter. I asked him what's wrong and he said, "Why are there 2 of you? She laughed at us, but I remember sleeping in her room that night. The last time it happened was when I was My parents went on vacation with my youngest brother, so me and my other siblings had to stay at my grandparents night.
The first night they were away, me and my sister decided to go home and get more clothes. We were both in my room, cause she likes to borrow some of my clothes, and I told her that I'm going to take a shower. That's when she left and went to her room to pack more clothes. I went to the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth. As I was about to get in the shower, my sister walked in the bathroom, and she looked at me so weirdly. And her face turned pale, so I asked her what's wrong. She said she went back to my room and she was talking to me, but then she had to pee so she went to the bathroom and found me there.
We both looked at each other, grabbed our stuff, and left. Mine story was more like a glitch in the matrix but still was pretty creepy. Im really sceptical when it comes to various paranormal activities, but one thing happened couple of years ago that I can't rationally explain. So my father was picking me up from airport, we got into car, we started driving home.
Then I remembered I left my small bag in airport toilet so we went back, parked our car at guarded multi-level parking, we locked it obviously even if we didnt, it locks itself after 30 sec. When we came back, we found a tiny basket with raspberries in it, on a driver seat. My father was seating there 4 minutes ago, obviously, we had no idea how the hell did they appear there.
He didnt buy them, i didnt bring them with me. There was only one entrance to the parking guarded by parking guard and he said nobody entered or left when we were gone. This story is now legendary among my family and nobody can explain it. Sorry for my english, not my first language obviously. I posted this a long time ago but when I was younger my mom was dating this guy who we will call JB and after a few months he invited my mom, me, and my brother to go with him and his son about my age out to his lake house for the weekend.
It was right on Lake Michigan but up in a more secluded area which was pretty awesome. Well we got up there and for one I already felt really creeped out. His grandfather had helped to build the place with his the grand fathers dad and then he lived their for most of his life working as a tailor in the nearby town. We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that's where JB kept all of that stuff so he didn't have to haul it every time he went out there. Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos and some full body.
Not to out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there. Me and JB's son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times.
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Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers. After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Like their body parts weren't moving but they were sliding around the kitchen. I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing one of them just a few feet from the couch.
I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away. The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the mannequins were in different spots and weren't covered in cob webs any more Don't believe me if you don't want to but it happened and I've been scared shitless of mannequins ever since.
After reading this I can't help but imagine a bunch of mannequins making a midnight snack in the kitchen before going back to the attic. I imagine it being like this, except they get to the kitchen and then remember their mannequins and can't eat the food, and then walk back upstairs defeated. There's a few scenes where mannequins move and surround you - but they only move when you're not looking.
The lighting and ambiance of the game was just right, so that freaked me out pretty good. There's also a small encounter in Bioshock were mannequins come to life as splicers, by the way. It's not quite as intense, but was, for me, one of the most intense scenes in that game. I had asked him about it the next morning but he said he heard the sliding but he didn't know what it was since he hid under the covers right after I turned off the TV.
That's some pretty freaky stuff. It sucks when you're a kid and afraid like that. Parents don't take you seriously. Now that I'm a grown up, if I even get a little bit scared of something I just get into my car and drive away. I've seen too many scary movies where the adults don't believe the kids. As a parent myself now, if my kids ever tell me something crazy is going down, I'm investigating! His exact response was "It's just your imagination" but my mom saw how freaked out and scared I was so we left that afternoon instead of staying another night.
I signed up for an account so that I could post this. The only conclusion I can come to and I do really believe this was that he was trying to contact us. A week after his funeral, my mom was home by herself and the phone rang, this was about 2 PM. Then the call disconnected. My SIL said no. She asked if the kids had come home early — my SIL asked my niece and nephew if they had come home to call Gran in the middle of the day, and neither of them had; they were in school the whole time till the end of the day.
We think it was my brother making contact to let my mom know he was around. Stuff that anyone could say to her. Two months after my brother died, I was kind of having a really bad day about his death, it was still very soon, and I was still grieving. I went out to Target in my neighborhood to run some errands Sunday morning, very early right when they opened , and on this particular day, I had my hair up in a ponytail.
There was one girl I worked with who lived in my neighborhood, and I thought, that early on a Sunday in this neighborhood, it could only be her. So I turned around, expecting to see my co-worker behind me with a big grin on her face… and I was alone. I was alone on the escalator, there was no one else on there with me, and the store was still mostly empty. Nine months after he died, I was in bed sleeping, and it had to be around 3 AM or so. Suddenly, I felt someone sit on the edge of my mattress — I actually felt the weight of this person sit down, I felt the edge of the mattress dip.
I gasped, because naturally I figured someone had broken into my bedroom and was going to attack me or something. I was laying on my stomach, and before I could roll over and see who it was, I felt this person lean up against me, very gently - like they were trying to hug me without waking me up - and rest their cheek on my hair. There was no one there. You guys, I swear on my life, to this day, I could feel this person lightly hugging me, I could feel their cheek against my hair, I felt the mattress dip down when they sat.
Certainly some wild and even scary experiences, but I'm so struck with how loving --gentle they are too. I'm so sorry you lost your Brother Also that he was okay, that's pretty special to know. My wife and I were asleep one night and I woke up suddenly and felt like someone was at the foot of our bed.
I opened my eyes and saw a woman standing there who looked just like this at the foot of my bed. She slowly turned towards me and just stared. Not being fully awake yet, my brain couldn't get fully afraid, but was instead curious and confused as to why there was another person in the room. I sat up and reached toward the woman, trying to figure out if she was real or not. When my hand reached her face, she disappeared.
My wife woke up at this point and asked me what I was doing. All I could say was that I thought I saw something. We both laid back down facing each other and closed our eyes. There's nothing behind that wall since it's an outside 2nd story wall. She immediately began screaming and I searched the house from top to bottom.
We never found out what made that noise. Took us a while to sleep in our bedroom again. Around the time I was a sophomore in high school, my parents decided to tear down our house and rebuild, seeing as a lot of people in our neighborhood were doing the same for value purposes. I had made multiple jokes about how cool it would be to get a "secret room" that no one knew about, but I didn't actually expect them to take adding it into consideration.
Turns out, they worked with the contractor, and ended up having an area set aside. Basically, if you were looking inside my closet and turned right, you could walk to the corner where there was a 1. If you moved those clothes, there was a wall behind that you could push open and bam-- the hidden room, fully equipped with a ceiling light and electric plugs.
Imagine how many games of hide and seek I won. The room was my precious secret and I wasn't going to share it with any person outside of my family. Unfortunately, after a few months month passed by, I began to get tired of the room. First of all, trying to squeeze past all of the clothing proved to be a pain.
Then I'd have to slide through the tiny space to get into the room which wasn't all that big itself. The magic had worn off. So I stopped entering it. Fast forward to a couple months later when things began to get weird. Our family had left for vacation for two weeks, so we had one of our neighbors take care of the house we had been having a lot of crime in the area, so she occasionally stopped by just to check. When I had gotten back home, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed.
Opening the door to my room which was dark I noticed that something was off. I could see a faint glow coming from underneath my closet door. I thought to myself, my neighbor must have been going through my stuff. So I walked over to turn off the light, only to realize that the closet light switch was facing down.
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Confused, I opened the door, and to my horror I notice that, in the corner, all of my clothes have been shoved aside, the wall to my secret room has been pushed open and the light was on. How was this possible? No one knew of that room other than my parents and the contractor.
I stood there in utter disbelief for about a minute until I realized my neighbor must've really explored the place. I warily made my way to turn off the light, followed by putting the wall-door back in its place and moving the clothes back to their normal formation. Still kind of freaked out or at least confused I start to exit my closet. My heart had been pounding so hard that my ears could only hear the rush of blood with every beat. I just remember jerking my head back inside my closet to find that all of my clothes were moved aside, the wall was pushed open, and—you guessed it—the light to the secret room was on.
Once I was able to move from my petrified state, I convinced myself that I had been so confused when I had initially seen the secret room open, that I had not really closed it back at all. But I know that I was lying to myself. Throughout the next few months, weird things kept happening. For example, I would walk into my bathroom only to find that my toilet seat was being left up. I was assuming my dad was coming into my room to use it, but that would mean he had a serious case of overactive bladder. When I approached him about it, he looked at me as though I were crazy and asked why he would use my bathroom when we had one down the hall.
There were other instances when I would wake up in the morning only to find that, on multiple occasions, my closet door was wide open. I would check to make sure I heard the click, and pull back and forth a few times to prove it had been shut all of the way. There was no reason it should be wide open. And there was also no explanation for why, occasionally, the light was turned on in the middle of the night. I was freaked out to the point that I finally approached my mom about it when we were both working in our downstairs office one day.
Background story on her: In fact, she raised me and my older brother who had been moved out since we had lived in the new house to think that any person who believed in ghosts was crazy. She continued to tell me how when we first moved into our house the one we tore down she would always hear footsteps walking around in my brothers room. One time when she had walked up, toys were sprawled across his carpet. She THEN goes on to explain that the previous owners of the house had a young son that DIED in my brothers room, which is what led them to selling the house.
If that had been her goal, I hate to inform her that it absolutely did not work. At this point, I am now positive that our house is haunted. The footsteps coming from the old house was because it was old. The lighting and toilet issues were stemming from the fact that the house was brand new. At that point, we swivel around in our office chairs and continue working on our computers.
After a minute or so, I can hear this loud, almost white noise sound. Right as she said that, the water had stopped running and things went silent right before we heard five LOUD footsteps. I just remember seeing my mom turn white, and immediately bolt upstairs, past my dad who was sitting on the couch watching tv. I finally joined her, only to find that she was looking in my closet, under my bed… everywhere. She had tried to explain to my dad what she had heard, but he insisted it was some piping issue.
And she eventually believed him. There was no way that was piping. I just kind of stayed upstairs, accepting the fact that something weird, but probably harmless, was occupying my room. Oh, and as I was thinking about everything that has happened, I realized that my current room is exactly where my brothers old room used to be. You seem like a great storyteller to me! FYI, the lights coming on on their own, and the closet door continuously opening during the night did freak me out. I don't know if I could live in a situation like that, although it did cheer me up considerably to pretend that if there is a spirit haunting your bedroom, it's only because it thinks you have a kickass hiding spot when it plays hide and go seek with its ghost friends.
Helens, in Washington State. It is a land full of myth and legend, mostly from the natives but a lot from the old timers - the loggers, the trappers, the hunters, etc. One of my father's oldest and dearest friends, now passed on, was a local Native American who was one of the oldest of his nation - he was an adult before most of the towns in our area were settled by white people. His name was Charlie to us, I'm sure he had another Native name but I don't recall what it was.
Charlie used to sit us down - kids and adults - and tell us stories. Some of the stories were tribal legends, some of them were things he swore happened to him in the woods, and some were things said by the other men and women of his tribe or the fur trappers and miners of the late 19th century. As I got older, I began to realize that Charlie wasn't just pulling our legs on some of these stores - he genuinely believed them.
And a few of them happened to me as I would wander out into the woods and investigate. The most obvious and easiest to "prove" was the Ridge Lights or Mountain Lights. Charlie called them by different names, and the locals to this day still tell some stories about them. The lights, according to Charlie, had existed as far back as man had. They would appear around the mountains on clear nights and zip around in the air.
One of the local legends said the lights were the spirits dancing and playing. I first saw the lights when I was a kid, and several times since then. To me, they fit the exact description of a classic UFO. Lights that appear to be some form of aircraft that flew in manners impossible for current aircraft - incredible speeds and course corrections. The last time I saw the Ridge Lights was in the mids. I have noticed a distinct decrease in reported sightings of them since then, as well. But for a while, the western foothills of the Cascades was a hotspot for UFO sightings. Speaking of UFOs, it goes a bit further than just seeing lights.
When I was a young kid I woke up in the middle of the night in the little farmhouse we lived in to bright lights outside. They were multicolored and flashing - like police car lights, except I seem to recall there was green in there as well. I was curiously unafraid and walked out of my room, into the living room, the kitchen, and eventually my parents' room.
All the while, in all the windows, there were these bright lights. I tried to wake my parents up but they were sound asleep. I shrugged it off, went to bed, and woke up in the morning. When I brought it up to my parents they dismissed it as a dream. I accepted that, especially because of one odd part of my story: I couldn't wake my father up and he was a Vietnam vet who normally woke up at the sound of a mosquito farting.
The story would have ended there if not for our drunken neighbor. Some years later, when I was a teen, I was talking with the now-dead neighbor's granddaughter. The neighbor himself was known as a drunken lout and storyteller of the first order. Anyway, his granddaughter was telling me about how he used to tell these crazy stories and one day he swore up and down that aliens landed in his field and visited him in the middle of the night. I laughed and said I think I would have seen that, as our yard connected to his field. She agreed, saying something like, "you and your parents would have noticed a bunch of red, green, blue, and white flashing lights in your backyard ten years ago.
I'm not saying I saw a UFO land near my house. I'm saying I may have seen lights that match the description of the lights on the supposed spaceship reported to have landed in my unreliable, drunken neighbor's yard. And then there is the Big Myth of them all. Whatever you call him. Do I believe he exists? Absolutely, even though I consider myself a man who puts science before superstition.
Why do I believe in him? Because when I was a child I saw the footprints. My father even has a plaster cast of one. That was my first encounter. The prints were on the edge of a creek bed, in a small ravine on a piece of wild property my father owned. We found them when surveying the property with a hunter friend. My father insisted it must be Bigfoot, to which the hunter scoffed and said a man could have made those prints.
To demonstrate, this 6'6", lb hunter climbed on a nearby log, took off his boots, and jumped down into the semi-soft ground. His size 12 feet made a. The other print was a hand longer than the hunter's, and at least 1. It also had an odd big toe - it was splayed to the side, kind of like a thumb. My dad consulted Charlie for advice. Charlie told him to leave Sasquatch be, and Sasquatch would leave us be. Charlie also told us how to know when Sasquatch was nearby: He said if you could smell Sasquatch, it was time to get the hell out because he was a hell of a lot closer than you wanted him to be.
Anyway, as the years went by we learned to just hike out of the woods if they got dead quiet and we didn't see any signs of other animals. Only twice do I think I smelled him - both times it was a heavy, musty, almost moldy odor like old sweat or wet dog. The second time I was with a girlfriend, this was in my teen years, and I recalled something else Charlie had said: It was the first time I ever asked a girl if she was on her period.
She was, needless to say, quite embarrassed to answer that it was that time of the month.