People Share Their Creepiest and Most Unexplainable Paranormal Experiences

Grandpa’s Watch

In 1985 we moved in with my grandma because grandpa just died, and she couldn’t care for the property herself.
Anyway, grandpa would keep his watch on the nightstand every night when he went to sleep. After he died, grandma put it in the drawer of the table. His watch would routinely (once a week?) show up on top of the stand in the morning, right where he would put it.

Ralph-Hinkley

Flying Objects

When I was younger, I was sitting in my great grandmother’s living room. This house was known to have some issues in regards to paranormal activity. A lighter was casually sitting on the table (my mother smoked). The lighter literally flew across the room and went into the wall, sticking slightly out of it. This was a closed room with no wind or interference. My mother practically shit her pants and the only time we ever visited with her was when she came to us. Have not been back to this day.

theBfZ

On the Trail

I was running on the trails at the Nathan Hale Homestead (18th century farmhouse and property of a Revolutionary War hero) in CT, which is only about a ten minute drive from my grandmother’s lake house. I could not find a map of the trails anywhere online and there didn’t seem to be any signage at the place: just a bunch of random mountain bike trails in the woods. I was only going to run 4 miles, so I estimated that I would run for about 30 minutes, using my watch to keep myself on track.
So I ran around the trails for a while and nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. It was about 9:00 on a Monday morning and the only sounds were the distant hums of Route 31, birds chirping, and the occasional squirrel or deer that scampered off whenever I came near. The trails seemed to wind around a lot and, if not for my better-than-average directional skills (humble brag), I could have easily gotten lost.
About 20 minutes in, I saw something strange about 50 meters off: a finely polished, light-colored wooden coffin. I was a little weirded out to say the least and waited until I got closer for a better look. I rounded a corner where several old tree stumps blocked my view, only to find that the coffin had disappeared. Where it should have been was a clump of ferns. Odd.
I turned around shortly thereafter and made my way back to my car. I was maybe a half-mile out when I heard a very distinctive knocking on a nearby tree to the rhythm of “Shave and a Haircut”: Tok tok t-tok tok, except no “Two Bits”. I was a little spooked but chalked it up to be a woodpecker or something. However, not 30 seconds later, there it was on a completely different tree up ahead somewhere: Tok tok t-tok tok. I picked up the pace.
The trail widened a little and I could see way ahead the entrance to the parking lot where my car was. There it was again, on a tree seemingly right next to me. Tok tok t-tok tok. I truly started freaking out and started to book it back to the lot. I was nearing the opening when time seemed to slow down. All of a sudden it felt like the temperature dropped about 20 degrees, the birds stopped singing, and my simple Timex watch started to malfunction, making all sorts of beeping noises and the numbers glitching on the screen. The beat sounded impossibly loud this time, like it was hacked into every surrounding tree with a hand-axe: TOK TOK T-TOK TOK. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over me as I anticipated hearing the “Two Bits” refrain and perhaps worse…
I burst into the parking lot and everything went back to normal. The temperature was back in the mid-70s and birds were chirping away. I looked at my watch, only to discover that it had gone completely blank. I stood there and stared at it until it flashed 12:00:00 Monday 1.01 (January 1); my watch had reset itself; it had never done this before. I got into the car and started the engine. The clock on the radio display read 12:00. That couldn’t be right: it should have been around 9:30 or 9:45 at the latest. I put ‘er in reverse and backed up to where I could clearly make my way out to the main road.
However, as I was about to throw the car into drive as it sat there, I heard a sharp rapping sound on the back window, like someone hitting it with their knuckles. TOK TOK. There was no one else in the parking lot when I had finished my run, no cars, no nothing. I didn’t dare look back and hightailed it back to my grandmother’s house. I have no idea what could have caused this series of events and still cannot explain it to this day.

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