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Stories from the U.K and the U.S.A:
Laughter In The Middle Of The Night
When I was a child, I lived in an old Victorian house, and I would always hear laughing while I was trying to sleep. I was an only child with a single mother, and when I was about 5-6, I would wake up hearing laughter in the hallway in the middle of the night. After mentioning this to my mum, she swore it was probably just the TV being left on late.
One night, I awoke hearing the laughter in my room. I went to sit up but felt like there was someone holding my shoulders down, invisible hands gripping into my shoulders while I heard laughing. I screamed my little heart out. My mum ran into my room, flicking on the bedside lamp, convincing me it was just a dream, until I said "but my shoulders hurt." She lifted up my t-shirt and there were two adult-sized hand prints on my shoulders.
I honestly thought I had imagined it and that it had never happened, but the other day I mentioned it in passing to my mum and she went blanket white and said "I don't want to remember that."
Source: Reddit, D_Aeon
"I Was Never Outside"
This isn't my story, so it takes away from the horror factor a bit, but it's from a good friend that I know doesn't make crap up.
His story happens when he was about 8. He was playing hide and seek with his friend at his house, it was late... Probably about 10ish. It's my friends turn to find his friend. He's looking everywhere around the house, but he can't seem to find him anywhere. He eventually decides he must be hiding outside. So he leaves the house to find him.
He starts searching around some bushes when he hears his friends voice coming from a dark corner maybe 20 feet away. They voice calls for him to come over. He didn't, because he was already spooked out enough being outside in the pitch black. My friend yelled back, "no! You come over here!"
That's when he said it really started to get spooky. He told me the voice that sounded just like his friend kept insisting that he come over to the dark corner. My friend kept saying no over and over again. At this point, he said the the voice suddenly changed to a dark, horrible sounding voice demanding he come over. At this point he ran back inside, only to see his friend in the living room. When questioned how he got inside so fast, the friend said he never went outside.
Now, I know both of these 2 guys. None of them make up crap.And I doubt it's the case of an "imagination gone wild".
Whatever that voice was, it still spooks me just thinking about this story.
Source: Reddit, Kickagnome
The Farmer
My mother in law was a very funny and cool woman. She and my wife were really close and sadly, she passed away when our son was about 4 months old. Flash forward a few years. We live in an old 1930's era craftsman house in Pasadena, CA. Our son is about 3 at the time.
I was giving him a bath one night and he starts looking over my shoulder, not at random stuff, but at something. A moment passes and he asks me why Grandma calls Mommy a funny name. Long pause. I asked him what he meant thinking he was talking about MY mom. He then says why does Grandma call Mommy ****** (My mother in laws nickname for my wife). I was really set back by this. My wife and I never used the nickname, it was just what her mom called her since she was a baby. I asked him where he heard that. His reply: "The Farmer told me".
I asked him who the farmer was and he replied "his friend" I tell my wife this story later and she's of course reduced to tears over the whole nickname thing. We both know there is no way for him to know this and we just kinda marvel at it.
Flash forward to the next weekend and my son is playing in his room. My wife is at work (retail) and I'm home (I worked M-F). I hear him start talking like he's having a conversation. He's saying things like "yes" "no" "I dont know that" then some laughing. I go into his room and ask him what hes doing and he says playing. I ask with who. He says The Farmer.
At this point I'm already thinking about the freaking Exorcist movie and Captain Howdy. It's a little unsettling. I ask him where the Farmer is. He says he left when I came in. THE FREAK. So my wife gets home and I tell her this and now she's just as weirded out as I am. We have no idea what do and figure if it happens again we'll do something.
A few days later in the middle of the night we both over hear our son saying the following: "Grandma says you and I can't be friends anymore".
Wife and I go check on him, both of us a little freaked. He's just sitting up in bed. I ask if he's ok and he says yea, Grandma says i cant play with the Farmer anymore.
He never once mentioned the Farmer again. Not ever. He's 13 now and doesnt remember any of it. We do though.
Source: Reddit, Tucker48
