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These 23 People had Unbelievable Paranormal Encounters

15.

My Dad owned a small one-bedroom house in South Carolina and during the summer, I'd have to sleep on a love seat in his bedroom, while he and his girlfriend slept in their bed. One summer, I was sleeping on the couch and my Dad gets up and starts yelling about messing with his stereo. I tell him I didn't touch it, and he swears up and down I turned it on in the middle of the night. He turns it off and returns to bed, and as we're all laying there, we suddenly hear the radio come on again. My dad knows I'm on the couch and hasn't touched the radio, but as he's getting up, his girlfriend says, “Wait, that's weird. That's like, my grandmother's favorite song.” That morning, her grandmother passed away. He never stops telling that story.

16.

When I was around 12 my mother had to go out of town for a bit and she left me home alone for a few days (we lived close to relatives so it wasn't a big deal back then). She told me the date when she'd be back and that was that. The date arrives and I hear my mom knocking on the door downstairs, calling my name. My dog (who loved her) got excited when she heard her voice and ran down ahead to greet her. She got to the door, freaked the hell out and ran back upstairs to me. I refused to go down and open the door. The phone started ringing and the knocking stopped. I picked up the phone to hear my mom say, “Hey, I'm sorry, I have to stay one more day here. I'll head home tomorrow.”

17.

Growing up, my older brother had a computer program that he used to compose piano music on. I remember I was reading in the living room when I heard the most beautiful violin melody I have ever heard. I listened to the whole thing which was several minutes long. I walked down the hallway to compliment my brother on his masterpiece when I realized my brother was not using the computer, and I was home alone.

18.

The house I grew up in has a downstairs and a basement. So I left my pillow downstairs after a day long movie binge and went to grab it later that evening. Grab the pillow and look up, see a man on the other side of the room dressed to the nines just looking around paying no attention to me. Weird thing was he was entirely grey. Head-to-toe, skin color and everything, grey. I'm staring, jaw wide open, completely petrified with fright. He looks up at me, notices I'm able to see him, and drops his jaw lower than humanly normal almost as if he was screaming at me, but without sound. He then ran through the wall and disappeared.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.