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I— honestly don’t have any ghost story beside got ghosting by someone. 😥

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I love her, a lot. She got someone else. But the worst is, we never date. Only friend.

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Oh, i remember that i have this as my ghost story. So almost everyday i will always bring sausages for my doggies, which i definitely put in my tote bag. And idk why suddenly every time my aunt want to take the sausages in my bag, one of it is always missing. Man, like how can it just disappear like that? I mean it’s on my bag tho?! Do you think human will eat it?! That’s totally a dog food. >< and without leaving any traces. So confusing aight? And the reason why i said this as a ghost story bcs it’ll always fine if i put the sausages on the fridge. 😥 is it true to say that there’s something in my room?! I really hate it. 😫

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I met qiqi noona on every acc I have, isnt it scary enough?

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The most terrifying narrative I've encountered is the one where I placed my trust in fellow humans.

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It’s kind of back then, but still, it’s the scariest thing I've ever experienced. Here we go.

So, I was on a different island because my uncle asked me to work at his friend’s place. It was very new, and they just started, so I took it as a working experience (I was a fresh graduate at the time). It was a good one year until I finally resigned because the place was likely to crumble (it went bankrupt not long after I resigned, btw).

Mom asked me to go back home, but I insisted on staying there and looking for another job. I even tried to work as a barista, but I didn’t fit that type of job. No luck, but I refused to go back home until one night I fell asleep while watching a movie in my dorm room. The light was still on (I always sleep with the light off, fyi), and I remember I had a nightmare, but I don’t remember what it was about, but that woke me up.

What I do remember is that when I opened my eyes (strangely, my sight was blurry), I saw something on top of my wardrobe (there was a space between the top of the wardrobe and the ceiling). I couldn’t quite make any faces, or maybe it didn’t have any faces because it got covered by a long black thing, which I assumed was super long hair. The body was blue, and the shape definitely not fully human, and it fucking crawled down to my fucking bed, where I was only able to stare in horror. I couldn't move, and I didn’t think to scream, but I prayed the “Our Father" prayer because I couldn't think of anything else to say in a prayer.

To add to my horror, my voice didn't come out; it was like either the world had gone mute or I was just deaf temporarily, but that thing didn't stop. I keep saying the prayer over and over again, and when I was about to cry and scream, I could hear my voice, and the thing was gone, and I could hear the TV again (it was on the entire time). I finally could move again, and I stayed awake until the morning came.

But the horror didn't stop there. I got exhausted around 7 a.m., and I decided to go to sleep. I turned everything off, drew my curtain close, and only kept the air conditioner on. I fell asleep right away, and it happened again, only this time was more real. So I was sleeping on my left side, and suddenly I felt the air was warm. I was about to check the air conditioner when I realised something got into my bed behind me—you know, the feeling that the mattress sagged when someone got on it—and yes, that happened, and I was wide awake, but I couldn’t move, and I can’t even move my mouth. I was cursing deep inside, my heart was thumping like crazy, and I felt something sharp like the tip of a very long nail jabbed at my waist. It was so fucking hurt and it got deeper, but then I said in my brain, “In the name of Jesus Christ,” and I forced my body to lay on my back, and I succeeded, and of course there was nothing there, but then the air conditioner worked again. I was panting, and the area where it was pierced was still in pain for quite some time. I finally fell asleep for real after that.

I told my friends and parents after that.

My parents got to the island to drag me home with them the very next day.

My friend who has been on the island for years told me that it could be a “good entity” because it has blue skin, but the thing usually welcomes new people at the very beginning, not after the person has spent a year there, but mom said that it was a sign that I had to leave because I had no future there.

After that, I feel like I’m getting more aware of my "surroundings,” which were a torture, especially when you had to live in a haunted house for 4 years, but that’s another story.

Until now, I can still feel everything that happened at that time vividly, like it just happened yesterday. It was the most terrifying experience. Good Lord. I will never forget it.

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⚠️ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 ⚠️

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⚠️ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 ⚠️

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I was just a girl who loved Horror stories so much, and my younger sister does love them just as much as I did. But my parents always told us not to read them too much. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥, Mom said. But tonight is different, my parents aren't home because they are helping our neighbor with their moving.

So, it is only me and my sister. My sister is only 8, of course I need to check on her while my parents are away. I visit her room, and find her busy with her tablet; reading another horror story. I smile because I know how it felt to be able to read them without worrying about my parents' nagging.

I decide to join her on her bed, reading with her. She smiles at me cutely, "You come!" I smile. "Sis, I am reading about the monster under the bed. I used to be really scared of stories about this monster because there was this big monster under my bed but Mom and Dad never believed me." She complains. "I know, right. They never believe us."

"They also didn't believe me when I told them that you have been sleeping with me these days, and you fought the monster until it left."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘰." She continues.

"Really?" I answer shortly

"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘴!"

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It was during a night shift in the hospital. Night shift goes from 4 pm~7 am. The first quarter of the night went smoothly, it was a rainy night therefore less patients was expected to come. That was, until, of course 3 am hits the clock. I have no idea if any of you know about the 3 am curse? Well, I shall let you know that most paranormal creatures love to show themselves during these hours.

Back to the story, 3 am came, so did a wail of a child. Mind you, it wasn’t a big hospital, just a small, specialized hospital that focuses on one department of medicine. No patients were admitted in the inpatient room.There was only 3 people that night, two doctors and one nurse. All without a child. We all woke up, for the wail of the child was so loud it woke all of us up despite us being in a different room. We all went to check up on it, thinking it was a patient. We waited patiently (ha did you notice the pun) for the patient to come towards our ER room. 5 minutes passed and noone came. One of the doctor went outside to check. Noone was there and that doctor said the wail goes fainter outside. That should’ve been our first clue. But we just woke up in a night shift, our mind was definitely not minding and so we just sits there in the lobby, listening to the wail of a child.

Another 5 minutes hits the mark and the nurse volunteered to check on any rooms, maybe the patient went in without our knowing. So she did. We waited for 3 minutes for her to check up on a room before a dropping sound was heard. We ran towards the room the nurse went in and found that the nurse fainted. It was a mistake. We shouldn’t have went in, but we did. And honest to God the smell of frangipani flower was so thick you can smell it from outside the room. You see, one thing I didn’t mention was I used to be able to see paranormal stuffs. And so it was a big, big mistake for me to go in. For there was a really big creature hunching over the fainted nurse. All reeking of frangipani flower but the more I got closer, the more it reeked of blood. The creature smiled at me, as if it could sense that I could see them. Its teeth was crooked, I could see two of his canines looking as big as their nose, dripping with blood. Its eyes was red, bulged red (if you’ve seen a hanging case victim, it’d look exactly that way). I went frozen in the spot. I know what creature it was, writer’s place usually called it Genderuwo.

For those who doesn’t know what a Genderuwo is, it is said that Genderuwo prefers the blood of a virgin. It was a fact I remembered so faintly in my mind. And so all I could do was pray. I let out trails of prayers after prayers until the smile became menacing and it let out some growl. On God, my heart was racing and I was sweating cold sweat but I focused on the nurse, trying my best to save her. My other coworker, he couldn’t see and went to check on the nurse’s pulse as I kept praying. We were saved by the Adzan, eventually. Dawn came and lights of sun filtered in the room. The creature went away and the nurse was able to be moved to a bed. We checked her oxygen levels and all. Once she was awake, the thought of her being in her period came up and I asked her about it. Turns out that night was her second day of period this month.

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A few years ago, during my night shift at the Intensive Care Unit, this incident occurred. It was my second night shift, and I hadn't slept properly for 48 hours. It was around 2 am when I went to make a hot drink in the kitchen located behind the main building. To get from the main building to the kitchen, I had to pass through a dark and somewhat eerie hallway. At first, everything seemed fine, until a few steps towards the kitchen, I noticed a little boy crouched on the right side of the hallway, looking down. A child at 2 am, in a place only staff should access. I pretended not to see and continued towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, I didn't have my phone with me, so I couldn't pretend to be occupied with it and ignore him.

Fast forward, I managed to reach the kitchen and make my drink. I had to finish it there because I couldn't bring it back into the ICU. It felt like the longest five minutes of my life. During that time, I only thought about how to get back safely and hoped he would disappear. There were two ways to return to the main building: the same route I took earlier, which was shorter but meant facing him again, or a longer, more circuitous route. If I took the first route, it was shorter, but I would encounter him again. If I took the second, he would know I saw him, so I chose a different way back, though it meant passing through a more horrifying path. Who knows, he might follow me.

After "enjoying" my drink, it was time to decide our fate. I opened the door, and the boy was still sitting there. I thought, "Ah, it's okay, I just have to pass by like before." As soon as I stepped out, I walked straight ahead, but from the corner of my eye, I could see the child slowly turning his head towards me, grinning. With every step, he still looked at me until he was a few steps away, then he got up and ran towards me, laughing. His laughter felt like it was right next to my ear. My heart pounded so fast, my eyes widened, but I had to keep walking as if nothing was happening.

When I reached the room, the staff said my face was pale, and they laughed, asking if I had met someone in the kitchen. I thought I was hallucinating due to lack of sleep and stress, but it wasn't. They were there, and they just wanted to be friends with us. ^^

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Not so horror but I hope my story can entertain you.

This story takes place when I was a freshman. I was attending a human anatomy class and had an exam the next day, so I was in the laboratory studying until late afternoon. The laboratory could be used until 5 pm, and by then it was around 4 pm, with only me and one of my friends left. There was a rule against taking photos while in the laboratory (there are many myths about this). But this friend of mine took several pictures to study at home and then left me alone to review for the last time. Suddenly, a woman came up to ask me some questions related to the exam tomorrow. She also reminded me to tidy up the lab and return the key. I didn't have any bad feeling toward this woman; I didn't know her and just thought she was a lab assistant I hadn't met before. Everything seemed fine until the exam was over, and then I asked the staff I knew about this "woman". To my surprise, none of the staff matched the description I gave, and there were no female staff, apart from the professors. Bitter laugh :)

Do you still remember my friend? Well, this friend didn't seem okay after hearing that story. And after telling me, that night, after coming home and getting ready for bed, this friend forgot to delete the photos taken in the laboratory. What happened was, this person had an old broken wardrobe in their room where the door couldn't be opened. At that night, from inside the wardrobe, something seemed to be trying to open and get out, and then the broken door opened by itself slowly. My friend said were freaked out and ran out of the room to move to another room and couldn't sleep until morning. The good news is, the wardrobe is no longer broken because it can be opened and closed now.😋

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When I was younger, I was always the active one, playing sports until the sun went down. As I would often come home around this spooky hour, I would sometimes encounter strange things. It wasn't really late at night, just as the sun was setting, but for my neighborhood, that was the spooky time.

One day, after dropping my bag in my room, I decided to visit the mini market a few feet away from my house to pick up some beverages. On my way back, I saw my uncle sitting in front of someone's house near mine, smoking. I asked him, “What are you doing there? The sun is setting, let's go home!” But he just smiled and didn't say anything. So, i figured he would come home when he ready, so I didn't worry too much since he was a grown man.

However, when I opened my gate, I was surprised to see him sitting in the terrace, sipping his coffee. It left me wondering who the man was that I had seen earlier. Feeling puzzled, I stepped outside to confirm what on earth did i just witness with my bare eyes. It turned out, the one by someone's house was just a ghost. It disappeared with a gentle breeze as I scanned the area, trying to get him again. After that I quickly told my uncle that I saw a ghostly version of him nearby. This ghost looked just like him, wearing the same clothes and even flashing the same smile. My uncle chuckled making it less scary for me!

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This is my story and my daily routine. It might seem common place to me because I work in a hospital.

It has been four years since the Covid pandemic began.

In 2019, Covid-19 emerged, causing widespread panic due to its high fatality rate, making it the deadliest epidemic. The death toll rose daily. Hospitals and healthcare workers became the front line in handling cases, and isolation was carried out. I was assigned as a Covid volunteer.

The Covid ward was located in the most isolated place in the hospital, specialized building. where the distance between rooms was quite far. Each ward consisted of 10 rooms, each spaced several meters apart. This was to prevent the spread of the virus through the air, with a rule that each room could only accommodate one patient. CCTV was installed in each ward to monitor all activities inside the isolation rooms.

Long story short, after about six months, the death toll in that ward significantly increased, with approximately 10-20 people dying. In October 2019, I was on the night shift. Our shift consisted of 4 people, 1 person entered the ward,while 3 people monitored the CCTV and documents outside. One person entered the ward to check on the patients' conditions wearing hazmat suits, alternating entries and exits. One person spent 2-3 hours in the ward.

I was on the second round to enter the ward at 2 in the morning. When I was checking all the patients from room to room, rooms 1-10 precisely, I didn't find anything suspicious. But when I was in room 10, I heard the sound of wheels being pushed in the hallway. I thought, is it my friends entering? Because his turn to enter was still two hours away.

The sound of the wheels got closer... Creak..creakk... Its like sound of a stretcher being pushed... you know, a stretcher? usually carries the deceased to the morgue.

I automatically checked outside the room, but there was no one there. I called my friends outside the room, and they said no one entered or anything strange was seen on CCTV. The air suddenly became cold, my hair stood. I felt like someone was watching me.

I woke up the patient in room 10 and asked him to stay awake. "Sir, let's talk." The sound was still heard every 5 minutes, like approaching and moving. After 20 minutes, i cant hear the sound anymore. Then I went out of the room, checked around, waved my hand to the CCTV, shouted to open the door, and ran out of the room. Gosh..

The next day, during my second night shift, at exactly 11 pm, there was a patient who was declared positive and in a critical condition. I was in the ward with two other people, one was my friends and the other was doctor. Unfortunately, the patient's life could not be saved because he was in critical condition. The procedure for handling Covid bodies is strict. So, at that time, when we contacted the morgue team, they needed half an hour to arrive because they had to prepare the place and the ambulance first. The doctor and my friend left the ward first because they said they couldn't stand it anymore.

And I, who was in the room at that time, had to tidy up the body. With a sense of anxiety, I thought that I usually don't feel afraid of corpses, I removed all medical equipment from the body. When everything quite...... Suddenly, the room door slammed shut loudly, brakkkkkkkkk...kamjagi... there was no wind or anything. I prayed silently and with determination, I continued to tidy up the body.

After everything was neatly covered with a white cloth, I felt like someone was watching me againnnnnnnn. I walked to the exit door... in the middle of the hallway, I heard someone crying.......... I tried to stay calm and then ran fast while taking a deep breath. Oh God, is my job this terrifying before. I waved to the CCTV and left the ward.

When the body was evacuated, the next morning my friend played the CCTV when I was inside the room. They were curious about what happened to the room door and the crying sounds... then you know what happened.... When the patient was completely covered with cloth, there was someone standing right next to the body and recorded on CCTV. A woman with long hair in white clothes, at that time there were no woman patients being treated in the ward.

And you know what, 5 days before, there was a woman patient who died in that room, and .... she was the daughter of the patient who died last night.

End.

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I'm not sure if it's a ghost story but it's disturbing for me as a kid. Back then when I was playing with my friend in a small alley in my neighborhood, in the distance I saw a man walking with his bicycles on his side, he didn't ride it, only dragging it.

He walked so slow, I'm not sure what happened but he looked like he went through some kind of accident. I remember he was wearing a long shirt that covers his super short pants and a helmet on his head. As he came closer I could see his face, he has beard and mustache, a few scratches on his face, not much expression shown.

What disturbed me so much was when I realized he didn't wear a super short pants. He actually....didn't wear any pants, the view of his dangling elephant was so horror for me.

Strangely my friend didnt seem to notice it, I grabbed her hand and quickly yeet from that place. To this day I don't know who was that man and what happened to him or if he was actually a human after all. The end. 🐘

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This story takes place during my high school years. We stayed at a villa that was quite far from our school for an extracurricular activity.

The villa itself was nice, it has a cool air and beautiful scenery but there was something strange about it.. why were the roof tiles, blankets, window curtains, and bedsheets all red?

On the first night, each room was occupied by four people. My friends were gathered in the living room; fyi, the villa was shaped like a long corridor, and from the living room, we could see along the corridor all the way to the bathroom, with an auditorium at the far end. It was already late at night, so I decided to return to my room alone to sleep.

While trying to sleep, suddenly, I saw the shadow of a little boy wearing a hat enter my room but he quickly ran back out. I was startled because everyone staying there was a teenager and one teacher. There were no young children with us, so whatever had just entered my room was totally not a human. However, I was too sleepy to dwell on it, LOL.. so I went back to sleep.

Long story short, our event ended, and we returned to school. I remembered the incident with the shadowy boy, so I told my friends about it. To our surprise, one of our friends actually could see supernatural beings, and on that night when they were gathered in the living room, he also saw a little boy enter a room and quickly leave again. It turns out that several of our friends had seen strange entities in the villa.

Later on, we tried to find more informations about the villa online and were shocked to find numerous chilling experiences shared there. The scariest part was... none of us had ever met the villa owner and even the person in charge of finding the villa had only communicated via phone.

Months passed, and we started to forget about the villa incident. However, I suddenly remembered and wanted to read scary stories about the villa online because the last time we searched, there were many stories, but guess what? Suddenly, all the stories disappeared... I kept searching it online, but there was not a single story left about the villa. Pretty strange, right? What kind of villa was it, actually?

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Sometimes, spirit is just a soul that stuck in the living world— unable to leave behind their loved ones, unable to move on without having their heart contented with the things they wished to do.

This is what I would like to think as my story is not a scary experience, but it made me ponders for the longest time why it happen and how can it happen.

I don't have the ability to see the world beside human. I can feel, but my sight seemed to be blinded. Somehow, I was very grateful for that.

On one fine day, me and my cousins; the older cousin named Abby and the younger cousin named Atticus. We were just downstairs around the apartment to have stroll. It was a lovely day, honestly.

I'd say it was around 4 in the evening where we were playing with each other, laughing without a care. As we were downstairs, it was actually a parking lot for motorcycles and there was a block of mailbox for the residents in the middle of it.

Imagine a U shape for the mailbox area and you can sort of hide inside the U, except if your friends walk around the block, they would see you inside— because it was an open air. Just like the U shape.

Here's the thing— I was playing around with my cuzzies and pretended to hide, asking them to find me. Bear in mind that they were just on the other side of the U shaped block; literally behind me with a short wall separating us.

I asked them to find me as calmly as possible and nothing in my mind leads to supernatural intervention at that time so I wait for a few minutes.

I still heard my cousins' voices asking me were am I and that they couldn't find me anywhere. As I feel a little worry, I finally go out of my hiding place and met them at the back.

They asked me where am I earlier and when I said I was just hiding at the back of the mailbox, Abby was confused. She told me she had been going around the mailbox areas several times and did not see me at all.

Keep in mind that I was hiding in a U shape area which had an open space and can easily be seen when someone walk by.

After that, we all three go home and took a shower, immediately tried to forget about it— except me. Whenever I walk past that place, it felt so weird.

Theory that I had, probably I got hid by the naughty spirit who wanted to play with us. Other than that, I don't think they wanted to kidnap me. I'm such mischief kid.

That would be from me. Have fun reading!

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there is my room, next to family room and hallway to the dining room and bathroom/toilet. it was almost midnight, i think around 1.30AM KST? yeah, around that time. anyway, my home always be dark, all lamps are off in the night, so when i was going to the toilet, i have to go through that dark hallway.

there’s a single sofa next to dinning room door. i was so sure that there was none there but, when i just comeback from the toilet i saw someone wearing white clothes sitting on that single sofa. i was passing by ‘them’ and going to my room, but then i stopped in front of my room and thinking, “is that my dad?”

i was taking my steps to check up on my dad, and dang, he was watching TV in my brother’s room (next to mine) so, that ‘someone’ with white clothes is not my dad. atm, i was thinking my choice, “should i turn my head to the back and see who is it?” but hehehehe i choose to do moonwalk to my room so i will not see that ‘someone’.

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a little me who still sleeping with my mom in my room had seen that ‘setan bungkus’ with 3 ribbons and white shroud wrapped on his body. i could tell its pronouns is he/him because he was showing off his smile to me.

it is probably sounds creepy but really guys, that ‘setan bungkus’ was not looks bad. i think he was a good ‘setan bungkus’ because his shroud was so clean and his smiles was not scary at all. i could say his smiles was calm and warm? i saw him before i go to bed, and i was asking my mom, “mom, who is that? someone is standing next to dad” (yes, there is my dad who watching TV, my dad loves to watch TV #tmi #fyi) but my mom casually answered, “none is there. now you go sleep asap!” as always, asian-mom who loves to nagging. but i kept looking at that ‘setan bungkus’ for almost 3 minutes. then he disappeared by itself.

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So, in 2022 when covid start to calm down, i am back to other city to finish my study. I got nice dorm but too far from my friend's, so my friend's suggest me to move to the new dorm beside hers. The building is an old home with european accent, it's normal tho in here cuz some make it as heritage here.

So, yeah, after talking with the land lord, i decided to move out to there. There is several rooms but i was alone, since the semester not starting yet, so i asked my friend to acompany me that night, she agreed, and at 10pm, we back to my room. We still chatting there, for your information, i am not sensitive person who can see something like ghost or something (my friend can sense it but can't see) but that night, there is like flower scents following us from the hallway into my room. When we already in my room, my friends keep looking outside, and suddenly there is like a sounds someone keep on punching my walls, we just remains silently, but suddenly my friends told me, "hey, i think we should back to my dorm instead, i forgot something." So yeah we back to her dorm. After we going on her dorm, she told me there is 3 girls and 1 candy ghost keep watching us.

I got a goosebumps to hear that, she confirmed what she saw with her sister, her sister is more skilled on something like that, and her sister said it's true, and one of them is the scariest one, yes, the red one, she said, those ghost won't move cause they already there even before the house get builded. In front of my room used to be a tree, and someone took their life in there.

Well, sfter that i never sleep in my own dorm and i only go to changed my clothes and then back to sleep in my friend's, despite the dorm already full with other kids. It still traumatized me.

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Another story, but i will make this one short, i was sleepover in my friend, and yeah i just sleep peacefully without thinking anything, but in the morning my friend told me, there is an 'old lady' who sit beside my head and watching me sleep. 🤡

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Do you believe in dejavu? Well, idk if it's counted as one or not, but when i was child, my dad lost his phone, and turned out mom accidentally put it in the soaking dirty clothes all night, and in the morning when we found the phone, it also on tv news, a ship burned and sinked, you know what is more surprising? My uncle is in the ship, and until now, his corpse went missing.

Another similar stories, i was in middle of traveling from another city and i was fall asleep, it was 1 am, i dreamed that i am into car crash, in afternoon, my dad called me, said my half uncle is dead from accident, right in 1 am.

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In the middle of the night, I was half asleep, half awake, but I'm pretty sure I felt something distinct on my skin. I was very sure of it; I felt the tongue buds on my fingers. As long as I remember, I have no indoor cats. Yes, the tongue clearly felt like a cat's. I was fully awake by the tongue’s texture; it had completely vanished by the time I was fully awake. It was 3:05 am. Is it spooky enough that it had to be at that ungodly hour? I tried to sleep it off, maybe I was just feeling things. But I was wrong; it aimed for my feet. The lick surely felt real. Since then, I never sleep in my bed.

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one fine day, not so fine because i met sis kunkun on my way to buy myself a supper. it was around 8PM KST, still evening, i was going outside with my motorbike. i was just casually passing by the road and there was a mango tree. i got kamjakiya, because i saw 'something' with white clothes flying up to the mango tree. and i was like, "heee mwoya ige" but im sure that was sis kunkun because i saw her long hair falling down after she hides herself on the mango tree. that's all, the kamjakiya moment then i was enjoying my lontong sayur, yummy ^ ^

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Something is in my room.

When my family went to a trip, my cousin occupied my house for few days. One day, he slept in my room. When he was sleeping at night, he hugged a bolster on my bed. He felt something weird. And when he opened his eyes, turned out it wasn't a bolster that he hugged. It was a pocong.

He told the story once our family came home after the trip. And today, i'm still living in this house, in this very room.

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There was a time that me and my friends go home super late from college. I sit on the front passenger seat. One friend drive, and another 3 sit on back passenger seat.

It was 2AM, and because of a road construction we need to reroute our way to the dorm. We drive pass an old cemetery. Almost nothing happened in that whole 2 minutes.

But once we're out of the cemetery area, I see an old man next to my window, looking inside. At first I thought it's just a guy on a motorcycle, driving a little too close to our car. Then I took a glance at my friends on the back through the mirror. And I can see the horror on their face.

My driver friend softly chanting prayers as he accelerate. I still sit straight, can't really move my body, almost forgot to breathe even. I glance at my friends or the back through mirror again, and they look soundly asleep! I can still see the guy outside my window, still staring at me. My driver friend still whispering prayers. And after five minutes of total suspension, the image outside my window disappear.

My friends on the back are awake again but it feels like they have no recollection of what happened.

We then decided to not go back to the dorm and just wait in 24hrs restaurant and we talked about everything. We wait till the morning because we're so afraid the ghost would follow us back to the dorm.

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This is based on the writer's story (I have quite a lot of it as I’m counted as a sensitive one) but let me chose this one. A disclaimer that I sometimes could see them but I also have this retrocognition ability but I usually being told through a dream.

So, let’s start the story. I was all alone in my grandma’s house, I lived there with her for years as I went to school near by her house that time, it was a huge house that people around the neighborhood named it as ‘the white house’ as the it painted with all white. Usually there will only be two of us but she often went out of town to visit her sisters like 2-3 weeks or even a whole month so I left there alone by myself. I’m not the type who gets scared easily as it was like a common thing for me to see ‘them’ showing up in front of me and such so I thought it would be all fine for me to be all alone in that big house right. One day I saw two young women on kitchen near a huge pole shaped wall with pretty dresses and make up (the house used to be Dutch people’s back then during the colonial era) and they were smiling at me, they even had little umbrellas on their hands covering their heads, they were really tall and beautiful.

Days gone by after I saw them two showing up, I had a dream during the night time. The set was during colonial era, there was a mother and two children (one was about 4 years old and the other was about 1-2 years old), the mother was in a rush trying to lock all the huge windows and doors, they were too scared to be killed by the local people knowing their father is dead. They went back to the bedroom (which I slept on) and the mother locked the door behind her, one of her hands behind her back while the other one being out in front of her mouth and gesturing her children to stay quiet. Then I saw her started to count, “One.. two.. THREE..!!” then she suddenly let out her other hand on the back which is holding a big knife and she cut off her 4 years old child's left ear, blood started to come out and he was crying with his disbelief look in his eyes after what the mom did. Not stopping there, she stabbed the younger children with that knife while her older son successfully escaping from her and took some kind of poisonous liquid as he knew he couldn’t escape from his mom and died on the backyard. I don’t know what’s happening to the mom next, but what's giving me goosebumps was as soon as I woke up, they use the same bedsheets as mine. For some minutes all I could do was staying on my bed and kept saying the prayers while holding my tears with my heart beating so fast. After that dream, I decided to change the bedsheets because I didn’t know what to do and asked my relatives to come over even if it’s only for an hour or two.

And for the bigger sister (she was taller then the mother of the two children) came to my dream like last year, I was laying on the bed (it was in different room, located near the kitchen and backyard) and I could feel my eyes getting heavier and I remember my mom said she will be out meeting her friends so I just said yes quickly while already in my heavy drowsiness. When I sleep, I had a dream of the lady that I saw before but she was as tall as the big pole shaped wall and she was headless with her white dress colored in red color from her blood and asking me if I knew where her head is and I said I don’t know so I went back to sleep (reminder it was still in a dream), in that sleep I had a dream of myself sleeping too and then I woke up because my mom told me to woke up, she told me the whole people in that house was getting possessed because the tall lady was furious since she couldn’t find her head, she told me to run away because it’s way too late for her to run away. So I ran away but you know how we all suddenly moving really slow while we are running in our dreams? Yes, that happened to me and I was so close to be able to get into a car that passed by but the tall lady got me and then I brought back to home. The next time I know, I woke up like really REALLY being awake from all of those only to find my mom saying, “I will be meeting my friends first okay?” Just like what she said right before I fell asleep before that dream. I feel like being played on a loop as I often had dreams like that (mostly nightmares).

So yeah, I knew there were a lot of spirits in that house but only some of them wanted to show me their past, and those two sisters were some of them. That’s my spooky story, I hope it won’t be too confusing!

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It happened in my boarding house back then. I get a cheap and quite large boarding house with complete equipment, this concept of boarding house is a house with lots of rooms. I've been in this boarding house for about seven months, and when I saw my landlord's sister, she was acting weird at night. I woke up at 2AM, because I couldn't sleep anymore, I decided to pray at night, I went downstairs to prepare for pray, when I came down. I saw my landlord's sister's room open and I peeked a little. It turned out that my landlord's sister was looking at the mirror with a blank look and the lights off, It's just a candle in front of him. And you know what, she moved his head horroly :D i ran to my room and locked my room, and in the morning i told my friend about what happened last night. AND GUESS WHAT, it happened to her a few days before that night. She said, the landlord's sissy Walk back and forth in the corridor without pants :) she said a sentence that my friend don't know what it was because it wasn't clear. and then, she said 'don't bother me ya' to my friend at that time 😁

After what happened to me that night, i decided to move and i asked my friend to  accompany me to find another boarding house near my college. I found one and it much better than before.

Long short story, Covid comes and i got longgg holiday, when i back to my boarding house, i feel so happey because i can meet my friends. But it's not that happy after what happened to me........ there's someone call my dorm mate (her room is right next to my room). Someone call her and i clearly hear that because i'm doing my essay that night. And then her friend go to her room and ask her 'do you hear someone call you?' AND GUESS WHAT. SHE SAID NO, she didn't hear anything. And her friend said 'BRO I WAS IN DOWNSTAIRS AND I THOUGHT SOMEONE IN 2ND FLOOR CALL YOUR NAME' but no one knows who call her.... And then because i'm scared i ask my friend to eep at my room, because i feel something weird that night.... and yeah around 1AM (i can't eep because i still can't get over those voice who call someone next to my room) i heard someone run on the roof of my room, you know how gorilla run? It heard someone run like that.

No, it's not over, after that i heard someone knock my windows and like there's something scratch on my window..... And I reflexively woke my friend up because hearing that, we were both scared and couldn't sleep until morning. Around 8AM I called my mom and told her about what happened last night, she freaked out and immediately asked her friend who had a sixth sense. His friend told me that last night was a passerby and he liked my boarding house 😭😭😭 Luckily when this happened I need to finished my studies a few more months 😭😭😭