Built in 1909, the Höfði house is famous all around the world as the meeting place of President Ronald Reagan of the United States and General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev of the Soviet Union which was an important step towards the ending of the cold war. Even before this meeting which took place in 1986 the house has hosted several famous residents.
It was initially built for the French consul Jean-Paul Brillouin in Iceland, and was the exclusive residence of poet and businessman Einar Benediktsson (1864-1940) for twelve years (1913-1925). From 1925 to 1937 painter Louisa Matthíasdóttir grew up in the house since her family resided there. From the 1940s to the 1950s the British embassy resided in the house before it was purchased and restored for formal occasions by the city of Reykjavík. The house was built from timber and design imported from Norway.
One of the earliest occupants of the house believed it to be haunted by the spirit of a woman. They allegedly witnessed the spirit on various occasions. Rumours on how the woman had died vary from an accidental drowning to suicide and many more. When the British embassy resided in the house, John Greenway, the member of the embassy who lived there requested that the house should be sold as he would allegedly experience something that he called ” bumps in the night”. One other legend is that the place where the house was built is haunted by the spirits of ancient Viking warriors who used to have a house that was burnt down at the same place and they were buried there.
Whether the place is really haunted or not is a matter of debate but the house is known as one of the most haunted places in Iceland. Foreign ministry has stated that “we do not confirm or deny that the Höfði house has a ghost” thereby causing even more people to believe that there is something supernatural going on in the house.
Located near the urban oasis i.e. the Stanley park, one would never expect to find a place like deadman’s Island. It was the home and burial grounds to the Squamish people who lived there centuries ago.
The island is currently closed to the public. Due to its long and brutal history of wars and deaths it is considered cursed by the people.
Many people have died on the island. The island was the place for a battle that killed more than 200 people and many people have died due to diseases in the later years of the island. After years of abandonment, John Morton set off for the island to check the property before purchasing it. When he reached there, he saw many cedar boxes perched on trees. When he touched one of those boxes it crumbled and lots of bones supposedly from an old resident fell from it. The cedar boxes were used to bury the dead by the Squamish people. By 1870, these boxes were taken down from the trees and the dead were given a proper burial. John Morton however had left the island and didn’t want anything to do with it.
Deadman’s Island Google earth
The island was then used by the people to bury their relatives as there was no cemetery present in Vancouver until 1887. In 1888 there was a deadly smallpox outbreak and those who suffered from the illness were sent to the island for quarantine most likely to never return back from the island. Many died during the outbreak. Since then the island has been abandoned with the local and national authorities having a dispute over it.
Nobody is allowed to visit the island except the reservists and sometimes the navy personnel. Those who have spent a night there claim to have heard disembodied voices and chains being dragged. Building no 1 which is said to be the most haunted building gets so much activity. People have heard footsteps, chairs being dragged, furniture moving on the upstairs floor even when nobody was on the island. Some people have even seen a glow coming from the trees that takes the shape of a human.
I was a caregiver in a retirement home for 6 months at the beginning of the pandemic. We had one patient, let’s call them Robert, that was mute so when they called us because they needed something, of course we would just hang up and go to their rooms. I had been on vacation for a week and my coworkers and I didn’t had the chance to go over what had happened while was away. We had 24 patients for 2 caregiver so we would split the unit in half, 12 residents for each caregiver and we would help the other if needed. So, the first shift after my vacation, I was taking care of Robert’s unit. Few minutes after I arrived, I got a call from Robert’s room. So, hang up, finish with my current patient and calmy walk to the room. When I arrived, the door was locked which was really unusual since Robert usually leaves the door open. I knock, unlock the door and open it. To my surprise, the room was pitch black except the television that was turned on. It took me a few minutes to realize that Robert’s wasn’t in the room. So, I called my coworker and asked “Have you seen Robert’s?” And that’s when they told me ” Oh… Yeah… Hum… He passed away 2 days ago “. Alright, weird but not the first time that our system glitches like that and we get a phone call an empty room. go on with my shift, like nothing happened. I had left the door open. When I was helping another patient walk to the kitchen, when we passed Robert’s room, they said ” Hi Robert, thought you were at the hospital. Welcome back “. I was 100% convinced that the room was hunted now. We would get a call from that room a few times a week until Robert’s was buried and after that, nothing else happened in that room. We’ve also had another patient calling us because there was Mike sitting in his chair every night. Mike was the name of the patient that passed away in that room. They had never met.
I was military police. One night around 2-3 am we hear over the radio “uhhhh. Any units seeing the light over the water south?” It was a marine air station based on the southern tip of Japan. We had no flights coming in or going out that night. Everyone knew there shouldn’t be a light flying over the waters.
So about 3 patrol cars met up at the air field where there was a way better view. Sure as shit there’s a light sitting out over the water blinking slowly off and on. Some guys tried to say it was a star, so we had traffic control cameras from dispatch zoom in on it. Turns out it was slowly moving out of the cameras. So while by ehe we couldn’t tell it was moving, the cameras picked it up. We sat there kind of amazed for an hour before it went away.
As we were getting back into the squad car took a last look at the night sky and saw a small light dart behind some clouds in a movement that didn’t make sense. I didn’t tel the other guys, just thought there’s no way they would believe me.
Months later I was running on the sea wall and stopped to lay down and catch my breath. Again saw a light, watched it drive into some clouds and then disappear. That was around the time of the tsunami and Fukushima. Super weird.
Two secondhand stories from my friend who used to be a security guard in the federal building in Portland OR:
One night she saw what looked like someone in a dark hoodie standing by an office door at the far end of a long hallway. When she called out the person turned to face her, but she couldn’t see a face in the hood. Then it “zoomed” at her, covering the full length of the corridor in about a second, sort of swooshed past her and disappeared. She was standing at the end of the hall with a non-openable window behind her in the building without even locking up, drove home and called in from his bed. He refused to talk about it.
Among their employees this building had a reputation for weird noises and sightings.
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I got called to persistent fire alarms being set off in a block of flats that used to be a poor house in the 1800’s. The alarms would go off 3-4 times a night at certain times of the year. We arrive and residents are all outside saying they could hear a woman crying, no one wanted to go in as they assumed it was her that was setting the alarms off and she might be crazy. We went up, yup sure enough could hear a woman crying, sounded like the stairwell.. up We went and walked, crying get louder, turn the landing and realised the sound was then below us. It was coming from the top step of the previous flight of stairs. Well I nearly shat myself… what made it worse was guess who has just bought a flat on the ground floor and was moving in the following week.. yup me. I used to bail through the front doors, past the staircase and into my flat like I was being chased by wolves.
My sister has been a nurse for about 8 years in Southern and now Northern California. Worked in hospitals (med surge, tele, icu), dialysis centers, and now a hospice nurse. She has a few stories from the hospital, things like children laughing, shadows, patients claiming they saw another dead patient when they had never met. One of the creepiest that she and the other nurses told me was about a patient complaining and scared that something was under their bed. He was older and confused so they didn’t think much of it. Checked on him, responded to the multiple calls, and just tried to make him feel better. The next day, a new patient went into that room, another older person but not confused, and called to complain about something under his bed. They sort of brushed it off again after checking. The next night, a new patient in his 20s and completely coherent called crying that something kept running under his bed. They checked and found nothing but the patient was in such distress and shaking, they moved him. Happened quite a few other times as well.
They never found anything but that was so creepy to me.
Not sure if this is paranormal or not, but we live together now and she works as a hospice nurse. Every so often, she would scream or id hear her struggle or make weird noises in the middle of the night. I’d go to check and she’d tell me it was sleep paralysis. And explain what happened, that she saw a specific patient in her episode standing over her and growling, crying, or screaming. Always a very scary dream. The next day, that patient would die. Happened about 13 times so far. Trips me out!
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My coworker used to be a security guard for the Forensic Mental Health unit nearby, it used to be a mental asylum and was renowned for treating its patients horribly, there’s a grave yard nearby with over 200 unmarked graves for bodies they exhumed on the old asylum grounds. A lot of people would try to sneak into the old abounded buildings and my coworker and his partner would get deployed to tell them to piss off or to check it out to make sure no one was there and he said very regularly he would feel spirits, see unexplained movement and hear screaming, especially in the ‘treatment’ and intake rooms. Im not very spiritual but I totally believe him, that place has a lot of sad history behind it.
Graveyard shift security at a hotel/casino. We got called to the top floor of the hotel because people from the floor below were calling in noise complaints. I was the FNG so I had a trainer with me when we went up. Dispatch told us over the radio that there was nobody registered on that floor, so cool, just a few idiots being idiots. We got up there and every single door on the entire floor was wide open. Anyone who has been to these hotels knows that you can’t just accidentally leave the doors open because they close by themselves. They weren’t propped open or anything, just open. We asked Dispatch if engineering was doing any work up here or had anything going on during the day. After a few minutes they told us they called engineering and they said no. We just noped out at that point and said there was nobody up there.
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Once worked in a call center very late at night. Around 8pm you’d hear all the doors in the main corridor slamming shut, but the doors didn’t open or close at all.
Later we tried to frighten one of the workers by telling them the place was haunted, and found out about a month later that the entire building was on top of a medieval plague pit, where they just build over it and left the corpses buried.
I work security at night in a luxury condo, I actually started a little over a month ago and I already had a fair share of incidents.
Alarms triggered for no apparent reason, finding unusual doors unlocked, random orbs on the cameras, doors slamming while nobody’s around, elevator phone started by itself.
Hui bon hoa was moved to Saigon from China in search of work. He started working in a pawn shop and learnt French so that he can build better business relations with the French. He started his own real estate business and soon became one of the biggest and wealthiest merchants in the area. He had three sons who came back to help his father in the business and a daughter named Lan whom he loved and treasured.
Unfortunately, the daughter contracted leprosy which had no cure at that time. The disease can spread easily and the patient has to be isolated. The disease was considered more of a curse by the people at that time and due to the Hoa’s family influence and social status they could not let society get wind of this. As a result the daughter was kept locked in a private room and the maids went there day and night to give her food. The Hoa family even prepared a fake funeral for her daughter and it was told that she died from an illness so that nobody says anything about her missing from the social gatherings. The daughter used to cry from loneliness and people used to hear her cry thinking that it was the ghost of the dead daughter.
The daughter was ultimately driven to insanity because of the loneliness and she committed suicide. Hui bon hoa was devastated but he couldn’t bury her daughter outside now, so he made a cement coffin inside the room and was buried there. Due to his love for the daughter he couldn’t come to the terms with her death and still had the maids bring her food everyday.
On the one year anniversary of her death the maids saw something terrifying. When they came to pick up the rice plates, they saw that the rice was half eaten and the daughter was sitting on top of the coffin. She screamed and ran to get others. The family came and witnessed the whole event with their own eyes. Later the daughter was buried outside privately. Since that time, the daughter has been said to roam the halls of the house. People even saw shadows moving in the windows and heard the crying of a girl.
The house has now been converted into the Ho Chi Minh City Fine Arts museum. People visit the place to know more about historical events and facts but they leave with more than just historical facts.
Nee soon rubber estate was established in the early 19th century in the town of Yishun. Lim Nee Soon, a businessman started the rubber estate before expanding his rubber plantations in the towns of Sembawang and seletar as well. The plantation was so important not only for lim nee soon but also for the other residents of the town. Infact the businessman became so much of an influential figure that the town Yishun is named after him.
The rubber plantation was spread over a massive area with rows and rows of rubber trees that can be seen for several kilometres. According to Malaysian and Indonesian folklore, pontianaks likes to reside on rubber trees. Pontianaks are vengeful female spirits who are said to have died during child birth. They have long hair, long sharp nails and are dressed in white. They lure unsuspecting men, rip through their internal organs and feed on them.
Fast forward to several decades later. The plantation is now gone and new buildings and roads have been built instead. The area is now a residential place. However, pontianaks do not easily move on from a particular location and with the rubber trees now gone, these spirits have now found a way inside the homes of the residents. Residents have claimed to witness the pontianaks on or from their balconies and even heard their names being called when they are alone. People also hear whispers in the darkness. Even people passing by from that area have heard their names being called. It is said that if you hear your name from far away, it means that the pontianak is nearby and if you are your name being called loudly that means that the pontianak is far away.
I’ve posted this story so it might seem familiar: Something reminiscent of slender man. Obviously slenderman is a creepy pasta but this isn’t slender man. There’s a farm behind my house, separated by a canal. The farm stretches maybe about 1000 feet back before it hits a tree line. A couple weeks ago, I was eating dinner and was staring out at the farm. It was maybe 20 minutes until nightfall. I saw what looked like a really tall, gray version of Gumby walk out of the tree line, take two really large lunges, then disappear back into the tree line. It was much too tall to be a person. The next night, at the same time, the same exact thing happened except my parents were with me. I asked them if they saw that and they just said “saw what?”. Then it happened AGAIN the third night. So either my body its giving me random hallucinations in sync with my bodies time clock or there’s some weird Slendergumby demon living on the farm behind my house. I haven’t been home much recently so haven’t been able to look for it again but if I’m able to, I’m gonna try and take a picture. I don’t know how well that will work given the distance that I see it, but I can try.
I was on a cub scout campout somewhere in the woods by Knob Noster, Missouri. My friends were back at camp and was in the woods by the campsite, there was this fallen tree that was angled and we spent most of this campout trying to climb it, so I was halfway up the tree when looked to my right and a large hairy Orangutang looking creature was looking at me and grinning. I was 7 years old, not on drugs, and I saw an honest to god Sasquatch.
I was in my brother’s room a few years ago when something strange happened with a balloon.
My brother had a red balloon in his room (don’t know where he got it from) and I was just hanging out in there with my mom. My brother was on his bed, my mom was sitting in a chair, and I was standing near the door. Now this red balloon was about 4 feet away from me, pushed up against the ceiling. I was looking in the balloon’s direction and all of a sudden it just falls halfway to the ground and shoots back up again. Everyone in the room saw it and I FREAKED out and sprinted back into my room terrified. My brother was going crazy while I was freaked the hell once and my mom was trying to calm us back. No one was in arm’s reach for the balloon or its string and it suddenly fell down and shot back up again.
I was around 12 when this happened to me. During the time my brother and I shared a room and had bunk beds. He had the top bed while had the bottom. The room was quite long but really skinny, almost a L shape if you will.
Anyways, I remembered waking up late one night. At the time I could not figure out what I was feeling, but now I could describe it as dread and extreme anxiety. I stood up out of bed and checked to see my brother sleeping. As I turned towards the doorway, noticed it was open. This was odd because we always slept with the door closed to keep the cat out.
As walked towards the door to shut it, I could see a shadow in the doorway that was illuminated by the hallway nightlight my dad has set up for us. I peeked around the corner and that was when I saw…whatever it was I saw.
In the door way was a massive figure. If had to guess, probably around 6’6-6’7. Extremely lanky the only detail I could make out was it’s long skinny arms and it’s eyes, which were red. I remember staring at it for a couple seconds before it entered the room, having to bend at the waist just to get underneath the door frame. The last thing I remember was it rapidly approaching the bunk bed then it goes blank. I woke up on the floor early the next morning. I told my dad about it the next day but of course he chalked it up to a bad dream and realistically he was probably right. It is just difficult to get over the fact that to this day still remember whatever was in the doorway and the exact feeling I had from start to finish. The final thing about the encounter that convinced me something happened that night was my brother. About 2 days later he pulled off his shirt and he had what looked like 3 insect bite marks on his upper right back, forming a triangle. They went away relatively fast but to this day he has a mole in the direct centre of where the “bites” where
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My Mum’s Aboriginal, and as a kid, whenever we moved to a new place she’d always get to know all the blackfellas in town.
We made friends with a family who had an old Uncle (not gonna mention his real name on here, so we’ll just call him Jack). Uncle Jack used to spend a lot of time in the bush and he was fluent in the Noongar language.
He told us lots of yarns about little hairy humanoids called “woodarchies”. They’re well known among Noongar people and are mischievous and can torment you if you piss them off.
He told us one story that gave me chills as a kid. He was camping in his swag and his fire had died right down. He woke and there were four woodarchies surrounding him. Standing at his head, feet and either side like “points of a compass”.
He was too scared to move, so stayed stock still, trying not to look at them. At some point he drifted off to sleep and when he woke they were gone. They left a handful of rocks on his swag though.
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I am going to write this on behalf of my mother, who passed away a year ago and saw and heard many things that the average person wouldn’t believe. To start, I live on a farm in a house that was built in the early 1900s. To date, four people have passed away in the house or near the house. My great great grandma died in a rocking chair. My great great grandpa was riding in a wagon down our driveway when his team of horses got spooked and he flew off and broke his neck. A hired man’s wife fell down our stairs while she was pregnant and hemorrhaged and died, and my aunt died in my old bedroom at age 2. Over the years, my mother and brother have experienced many different spooky things on our property. In the early 1980s, they both heard footsteps walking up and down our upstairs hallway in the middle of the night. My brother was alone once and he was outside doing farm choirs in the dark. He was maybe 500 feet from our house. He had the urge to look over and every single light in the house was on. My mom has heard people whispering her name, she’s heard creaking noises in the house, and sounds as if something had fallen (big crashes, etc.). My father has been oblivious to everything and has never heard any of it. In 2004, my mom went outside to fill our woodstove at about 10 p.m. On her way back to the house, she got the feeling that she was being watched. As she turned to look to her right, she saw this very skinny, gray being standing below our house staring over its shoulder at her. She got this intense feeling that it wanted her to see it. After a few seconds, it bolted away from the house. She was so freaked out that she sprinted into our house, locked the doors and collapsed on the floor in hysterics. For years, she’d never tell anyone the story. This was a particularly interesting experience, as in the late 1960s our neighbor just over the hill had gray aliens walk into his barn and actually talk to him. It was investigated by some big shot UFO investigator out of Chicago too. I personally had never heard or seen anything in our house until recently. Over the years, friends have came over and saw shadow people in our house, or hear the pitter patter of small dog feet on the floor upstairs. As said earlier, my mother passed away a year ago and we have her urn sitting on a table downstairs, just below my bedroom. For about three months, every night was in the home alone (my dad is a trucker so he’s gone for a week at a time with a five day break in between) would hear this pounding noise every 30 seconds coming from somewhere in the walls as tried to fall asleep. I’ve heard crashing noises and my dog has perked his ears up because of them. A lot of people are too freaked out to stay overnight at my house without my Dad being there, and I’m starting to get that way too.
When I was in college, I lived in a dorm for Native students. It was the first multicultural house in the Greek Village, and we were so proud. About 9 of us lived there. The college was built on our tribe’s old wintering grounds, and the school had disposed of things in a pretty shady way back in the 70s and 80s. Anyway, over the first few months we lived there, several of us noticed strange things. We weren’t comfortable by ourselves. We’d see black people shapes out of the corners of our eyes. Somebody even swore they had a conversation with me, when wasn’t in the house. They said the “me” was a bit off and vacant and strange, but they couldn’t figure out why. This happened with a few of us. Things were being broken and misplaced. We would hear strange wind noises sometimes. We finally went to someone in our tribe who dealt with things like this. He came and cleared the house with tobacco and water. We prayed, and cleansed ourselves. Two of us stayed in the house while he worked. I distinctly remember him walking through the darkened living room, opening the door, and hearing what sounded like a tornado whizz through the room very quickly. Then it was over. Turns out it wasn’t malevolent or anything. Just something that had attached itself to the land. We never had any problems after the cleansing.
Went on a high school trip to Civil War sites. Went walking around Gettysburg in the middle of the night. Saw 3 shadowy looking dudes with muskets go running by.
I was a baby when this incident happened, but believe my sister, who was around 5 years old at the time.My cousins, aunts, and uncles were at a birthday party one Saturday at my grandmother’s house in Houston. All the adults were inside the house around dusk but the older cousins (ages ranging from 4 to 8) and my sister were outside, playing. My sister isn’t sure who noticed the bird in the tree first, but soon all of the cousins noticed it as well. A bird was perched on one of the lower branches just staring at them. Before their horified eyes, the bird began transforming until it was a woman. A woman sitting on the branch leering at them. As they began shouting and screaming for their parents, the woman became a bird again. By this time, the parents had come out to investigate the commotion but the bird wouldn’t budge. Not until my grandmother, a formidable and salt of the earth type of woman, went outside, did the bird fly off. The house is creepy. It’s still in the family and I’ve had some other strange experiences as did my mother (it was in the family since my parents were young teens). My cousin owns it now and it’s still creepy and old and he doesn’t really like living in the little yellow house either. In the beautiful roses my grandmother planted, strange things have been found. Animal bones, guts, melted candles, and other witchcraft type of things. A lady in white has been seen moving from room room in the past by house guests.
White lick creek is a stream located in Indiana. Near the stream just south of highway 36, there is a railroad bridge known as the white lick creek bridge aka ” The Avon bridge”.
The bridge was constructed in 1906. The bridge is a historical landmark in Hendricks county and it is shrouded in mystery. A lot of people visit the bridge to know more about its past and whether the legends regarding the bridge are true or not.
According to the legends, when the bridge was in construction an Irishman by the name of Dad Jones was given the task of pouring cement into the wooden blocks. While doing his work he slipped and fell into the wet cement and quickly started to sink inside. He screamed and screamed but to no avail. His colleagues could only watch him sink in horror and there was nothing they could do to rescue him. He kept on pounding on the sides of the framework until he choked to death. The construction company building the bridge decided that it would be too expensive to remove the cement block that was now completely dry and they let the body buried in it and completed the construction instead. It is said that after the construction people would still hear the screams and pounding of the dead worker from the bridge. The ghost of the dead worker was also often seen flagging the trains.
Another legend is that of a woman carrying an infant in her arms on the bridge. She accidentally fell from the bridge and died. It is said that people passing from under the bridge can still hear her mourn and cry as she desperately searches for her missing baby. It is rumored that if you hear her cries you have to honk your car horn while driving under the bridge, which supposedly catches her off-guard and she stops screaming.
The original bridge was eventually torn down and a new bridge was built near it. Thrill seekers and paranormal investigators still visit the remains of the bridge in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the paranormal. Locals claim that they can still hear the screams from a particular section of the bridge.
Hotel del Salto is located near Tequendama Falls in Bogotá, Colombia. The city was ruled by Muisca people. When the Spanish landed in south America, they started murdering and enslaving the Muisca people. To escape this date people started jumping off the edge of Tequendama Falls. Hundreds of people committed suicide during that time. Normally people try to avoid a place with such a haunting past.
In 1923, architect Carlos Arturo Tapias built his home near the falls. The mansion was so big and spacious yet he was alone with nobody to share the space. Eventually the horrors of the place started getting to him and he realised that it would be better to invite paid guests inside the house. Many influential people and celebrities started frequenting the mansion and many big parties were hosted on a regular basis. After sometime the mansion was converted into a hotel and the parties kept on going. In 1928, due to the great depression businesses fell and many people were moved to bankruptcy. The tourism industry affected the most as people would not go on any sort of vacation.
History repeated itself and locals started to jump off the falls during the period where they had no money and were forced into starvation. The number of guests at the hotel started to fall and those who still came to the hotel had to assist in investigations because people committed suicide near the hotel. The period was the start of the descent of the hotel and it didn’t reach its initial success again but many people still frequented the hotel. In 1990 the hotel closed down because of the decay caused by the moisture. In 2013 the government started renovations at the hotel to reopen it as a museum. People still visit the museum to know more about the history.
The hotel and the area surrounding it has a brutal history and due to a lot of deaths in the area, the atmosphere around the place always looks grim. When the hotel was abandoned, many homeless people squatted there, and there were accounts of people being scared by shadows that they could see from the corner of their eyes. Many people were also found dead inside the hotel during that time. It is said that the homeless people were lured there by paranormal forces and died inside the hotel. The abandoned hotel attracted a lot of paranormal investigators and these investigators captured a lot of evidence. At that time the hotel was completely taken over by nature from inside out with vines and moss covering the hotel beds and furniture. It is also believed that the site was cursed by Muisca people because their land was forcibly taken and they were slaughtered and driven to suicide. Even when the hotel was in operation, the guests would have a hard time sleeping as they would often see apparitions and hear whispers even when nobody was around. Sometimes people would even hear screaming from inside the hotel making them visibly shaken. The hotel has now been converted into a museum and a cultural site. Tours of the hotel are also provided to the curious visitors.
Formerly known as “Goh Chan Lau” aka five storey bungalow is an abandoned school in Penang, Malaysia. It was built in the 1880s by the son of a merchant as a five storey residence and was one of the grandest mansions during that time. During its history the ownership has been passed down to numerous different people who either used it as a residence, converted it into a hotel or into a school.
Before world war two it was used as a hotel and later in 1912 the fifth floor was converted into a girls school. After 1920 the building was leased to the government English school. Shih Chung branch school was moved in in 1938. The building was used as a school for quite some time but when World War 2 reached its heights and Malaysia was occupied by the Japanese military, they started using the building as their administrative headquarters. There are stories of the building being used for many bad practises during the Japanese occupation. It is said that people were imprisoned and tortured. The basement was used to keep the prisoners locked in for interrogation and we’re tortured there.
The building was returned to the school after the war and till 1994 it was used as the school. However, the building had witnessed too many horrors and some of them remained for others to witness as well. The place is reportedly haunted by the people who died there during the war as well as the ghost of japanese soldiers are also said to haunt the building.
People who pass by the building have felt a sense of uneasiness. Some people even feel terrified just by looking at the building. People have heard screams of agony and even the marching of soldiers from the building. The building now stands in a dilapidated state and entry is restricted. The building is completely boarded off but some people brave enough have still managed to enter the building in order to explore the mansion. The building has been completely overtaken by nature from the inside and is in a dangerous state of decay.
Local myth? There is a small, small, small playground next to a weird overpass in our city. Like, two swings and a slide. It’s so hard to get to, I don’t even know why the city put it there. It’s not lit for night use except by a single street lamp. If you use the overpass at night, it looks so eerie and sometimes the wind makes the swings move slowly. In high school, everyone would say a little girl died there and if you don’t hold your breath when going over the overpass, she’ll claim your soul.
A decommissioned offshore lighthouse. Even though the tower is locked and all utilities have long been disconnected, residents viewing it from the shore have witnessed the beacon lighting up randomly late at night, 2-3 times per year.
The structure remains solidly locked, and no boats have been reported in the area when the sporadic illumination occurs.
Wendigos. Creepy af. As a canadian who DREAMS of living in rural Quebec but is currently a city boy, These mother fuckers out their living their best life as a cannibal. Also i’m waiting for my mice to turn into mini mice-igos, one of my three mice recently passed away (i hope peacefully, or was murdered) my other two mice ate her corpse. Never found Hilda’s skull. One of my mice is white and was dyed pink after eating Hilda. I’m waiting for my demise at the hand of my little mice-igos.
To sum it up: Wendigos be out there living their best life stealing my future home. And my mice are probably under going the transformation into mice-igos.
r/dragon_barf_junction
the warwick crooner.
on the corner of chestnut and elm, in the backyard of 361 elm st. every full moon, on the rusty old swingset, a squat figure swings, vocalizing hyms of yore. those fools who dare spare a glance are immobilized, forced into observation until his bluetooth headphones die and he goes in to charge them. after the encounter, his victims are never quite the same. the crooner, he visits them in thier dreams, haunts thier nightmares. they see him every night as thier eyes finally close.
r/LR104201
Sinterklaas, he is a catholic “child friend” who takes kids
back to Spain in a sack if they are naughty. I still have
shivers down my spine about Spain, because my mother
Ever heard of a shin sales or a sheid.. A Jewish demon that can take different forms and drives people insane if your lucky enough to get away from it alive… The only way to combat it is by holding on to your thumb facing it and saying you and are one, then the shaid will say you and are two, then you must respond you and are three and repeat this until 101, all the while it drives you mad…
There is apparently something called a hoopsnake that lives by the river. It bites onto it’s tail and chases after you rolling like a hula hoop and I find that quite fucked up.
The Sawney Bean tale. I couldn’t sleep without a light on for a full week because it was so traumatizing. recommend not looking it up if you have a weak stomach.
r/normal-hu-man
I live in upstate new York in the Adirondacks. And up here theirs always a sense of mystery in the air especially if you go to the more rural parts there’s bigfoot sightings strange happenings. Like for instance the tourism guide will tell you that cougars are extinct here however there have been many sightings of them my dad had personally saw a big cat dash across the road while on his way home from work. Along with the strange disappearance of one ted Nugent who was a pro hunter and ex army that just disappeared into thin air on a hunting trip. If you ever heard of missing 411 incidents this was one of them. It was said that when ted went missing the forest was dead silent (normally in the woods you hear something birds mice etc) anyway a few weeks ago I went out hunting solo I was sitting against a tree on top of a hill when suddenly the forest went dead quiet had a strong sense of being watched at first I played it off saying OH you’re just paranoid but as the sun went down the feeling got stronger and stronger until I said OK I’m just gonna cut this trip short. Was I paranoid was it paranormal I DONT KNOW
Mysteries of the world 
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