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Two years ago, I was half asleep when I felt like I was being pulled off my bed by my legs.
Suddenly, I shot straight up and started violently choking!
It took me a few minutes to catch my breath, and it was so bad my mom woke up to check
on me.
HERE�S THE SCARIEST PART: The next morning, my mom said she didn�t remember my coughing
fit, but she told me she had a dream that the DEVIL WAS TRYING TO PULL ME AWAY FROM
HER
I was home alone watching TV when I saw something moving in the master bedroom.
I strained my eyes to see a man walking out of the closet to the other side of the room.
He stopped, looked at me, put his finger to his lips, then turned around.
There was blood on his face, and the back of his head was missing.
He vanished back into the closet.
We moved when we found out that the mysterious small hole in the ceiling of our bedroom is
from a previous tenant who shot himself in that exact spot.
A few years ago, I was upstairs at my mom�s house playing on the computer when I heard
the front door open and my mom come in.
She yelled, �Amber!
I�m home,� and seemed to be struggling with some groceries.
I ran downstairs to help her� but she wasn�t there.
Her car wasn�t in the driveway, either.
I woke up one night having to pee, and I brought my phone to the bathroom.
While walking down the hall and texting, I bumped into a girl in a white dress.
I didn�t look up, said �sorry,� and kept going.
It occurred to me moments later that I was home alone and not in my bustling high school.
The next day, when my boyfriend came to pick me up for the movies, he asked why I�d been
staring at him through the upstairs window, and why I�d changed out of my white dress.
But I don�t even own a white dress.
Before I start this story I have to say that my brother and his son stayed at our house
with when this happened.
I came home from work one day and opened the door, the stairs are right next to the door
and at the angle where I am standing I can see just some bare feet standing at the top
of the stairs the rest of the body is blocked from view.
I look and the child walk slowly up the stairs and don't think much of it since my brother
and his child are in the house, I then walk to the living room and see them both there!,
and asked him who is upstairs I saw someone at the stairs I thought it was your child,he
says that no one else is home but them.
Then all of a sudden we hear someone running upstairs and a giggle.i was getting freaked
out by now me and my brother both walk slowly up the stairs and looked everywhere but there
was no one there.
I was sleeping alone in a room I shared with my six-year-old sister, but she wasn�t home.
She had a toy McDonald�s cash register with a drive-thru radio that�d play a recording
if you pressed a button.
I was dozing off when I heard, �Welcome to McDonald�s, can I take your order?�
from inside our closet.
I investigated, took it out of the toy box, and turned it off before setting it on a shelf
where it wouldn�t be disturbed.
About 20 minutes later, I�m falling asleep and heard a voice whisper, �I would like
Chicken McNuggets, please.� You bet I bolted out of there.
My mom bought me my first iPhone right before she passed away.
After we lost her, I�d sometimes randomly find Siri open with a small conversation on
the screen.
This happened a handful of times.
One day, I was scared because I was starting my new job, and left my phone on the desk
next to me.
Siri was open, and the screen said, �What you doing?� I burst into tears � �What
you doing?� was the phrase my mom and I used to greet each other on the phone.
I used to share a paper route with my brothers, and we�d deliver to a lady named Margie.
Since she was old and lived alone, one of us would take the paper inside and check on
her.
One day I went in and she was asleep on the bed, so I put the paper on the table and left.
The next day, she was asleep again, hadn�t opened the paper from the day before.
The following day, I went in and Margie was awake.
She said she was very happy and gave me a hug.
But the next morning there were cars outside her house.
Apparently Margie had died in her bed, three or four days before � I had spoken to and
hugged her about 24 earlier, when she was already dead.