"The evil that men do lives after them..." ~ William Shakespeare
Javert__ asked "In the spirit of Halloween - Paranormal or not, what is the scariest, creepiest or most unsettling experience of your life?" Instead of ghosts and goblins, the demons in these stories were most often their own imagination or real life monsters.
I was watching scary movies and I got hungry so I decided to go out for a late night Taco Bell run. I lived alone at the time so it was quite a shock as when I opened the door a hand was reaching in after me! I slammed the door on the offending arm and ran and grabbed a butcher knife. After closing all the blinds and sitting in the dark for an hour I worked up the nerve to look outside. I was shocked to find a bunch of Chinese food menus for a new restaurant scattered all over the ground.
My brother and I were probably about 7 and 5, respectively. We used to wake up every weekend and play computer games before my parents woke up. One day, we turned on the computer, and got an eerie message that was directed to us, it said:
"Hello Kid A and Kid B, this is your computer talking and I. AM. ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Do not run and tell your parents, they cannot help you now!!!"
Turns out my dad had programmed the computer to say that upon start up. This was mid 90s.
When I was around 16 my rapidly growing family finally moved from the house I had spent my entire life in. As you would expect, we spent a lot of time fondly remembering things we used to do in the house as we were packing everything up. At some point I decided to go into the downstairs closet with a flashlight and read, something I used to do when I was younger to get some peace and quiet.
Now, this is one of those deep closets that goes under the stairs; it went back around 8 feet and then had a left turn into a very low maybe 3 foot high space. This space was largely occupied by a mountain of old blankets and stuffed animals. Of course, this is the most fluffy spot to sit and read.
About an hour in I shift a little to get comfortable and I hear a low, slow, warped, hoarse voice say "you always make me happy". I flipped my sh*t, hit my head on the low ceiling, and practically broke the door down getting out. After hyperventilating and explaining to my family why there was no color left on my face I went back to see what it was. It was my stuffed Little Bear from when I was 3 or 4 years old that I happened to lean on juuuuust right to press his belly. When I pressed his stomach again though, nothing. This poor bear I hadn't played with since I was a toddler used the last of it's power, used it's dying breath to tell me I made it happy.
You make me happy too little bear.
When you're not making me piss myself.
I used to work as a 911 operator in a relatively large metro area. One night at about 3 am or so I answered a call from an elderly lady who said she didn't feel good. I tried to get more info about what was wrong - chest pain, trouble breathing, headache, is she diabetic, etc. She gave me her address and phone number and said no one else was home but the front door was unlocked so they could come in. I toned the call out as "general illness" and kept trying to get more details. No matter what else I asked about what was wrong, all she would say is "I just don't feel good, can you send someone to help me?"
After a few min she said "I'm gonna put the phone down for a minute, I need to go to the bathroom." I tried to get her to stay on the line with me, told her she can do whatever she needs to get ready but I'd like to be able to stay in contact in case there's a problem. She said "I'm gonna put the phone down, I'll just be a minute." And that was it. I stayed on the line and asked for her every so often but got no reply.
A couple min passed, then the fire department called on scene so I just disconnected and didn't think much about it. Told them the caller advised front door is unlocked and she was in the bathroom. A couple more min and the one of the firefighters called over the air with a weird tone and said "Dispatch...uh how exactly was this called received?" I told them the call was first party from the patient's home phone approx 8 min ago. He didn't respond over the air, but called the desk from his cell phone (which usually only happens when something is going on that they don't want broadcasted since anyone can listen in on the radios).
On the phone he said "are you sure this wasn't a third party call from a family member or something?" I said "negative, caller advised 'I don't feel good' and said no one else was home, so to the best of my knowledge, the caller is the patient...have you made contact?" He said "yea, she was in the bathroom like you said, but she's probably been dead for about 12 hours. Cold to the touch, fully livid, full rigor, we're gonna need a deputy out here."
Afterwards we pulled the tapes of the radio and phone calls and checked the time stamps, address, phone number, and went over everything a few times to see if I missed something. I called them back in the morning after the shift to see if they had anymore info, but they were just as weirded out as we were. The phone was still in the living room and the patient was dead in the bathroom.
This is the story of how a creepy encounter with a scary man at a harbour café saved me from something even more terrifying. It was in the autumn of 1994 and I was 19 years old. At the time my dad had been working for almost six months abroad, and I was planning a surprise visit. My dad and I have always been close, I am an only child and my mother died of cancer when I was still a baby. So it was just my dad and I really, a tiny little family but he made up for it by being the most awesome parent ever. Now that I wasn't a little kid anymore, I appreciated that more and more. I had had booked the ticket and was ready to go, it was gonna be great fun to surprise him with a visit. I had to take the ferry though, and I had just gotten my driving license and felt really unhappy about having to drive my little car onboard the ferry, and decided to not bring a car at all, and just rent one once I got there. Having time to spend I decided to have coffee at a near by café since I was early and they hadn't started letting people onto the ferry just yet. At the café there were lots of truck drivers and I soon realized I was the only woman there.
One man, a 40-ish bloke with ice blue eyes and tattoos all over was eyeing me from across the room. Something about him made my skin crawl.
I got up to leave, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable, and to my utter horror he followed. What do I do now? I asked myself. This was before everyone owned a cell phone, I might add. I decided to try and look busy and maybe he would leave me alone. So I pulled out my ticket and tried to look like I was reading it carefully, when he suddenly snatched it from my hand and said: "I'm on the same boat. I'll have hours of your company then, how lovely" in a voice that was an absurd combination of jovial flattery and hidden hostility.
I felt it very strongly that if I got on that boat, with this man who now knew my booking details, I'd be in grave danger. I can't explain why the feeling was so overwhelming, but it was, and I decided there and then to not get on the boat. The ticket had been cheap anyway, I could get on the next one instead. I hid in the ladies room until I knew the ferry had left and then I went to rebook my ticket. The story could have ended here, a creepy encounter with a stalkerish man, but it doesn't. I was right in the assumption that getting on that ferry would have been unbelievably dangerous. Have you figured it out yet? The date was September 28, 1994, the name of the ship was M/S Estonia, and that cold night she sank in the Baltic sea, taking 852 people with her, resulting in the worst ferry catastrophe to strike Sweden to this day.
I still recall that day with horror, and wonder what would have happened if this creepy man had not taken an interest in me? If I had not listened to my instinct and gotten on board instead of waiting for the next boat... Would I have been among the survivors? Or would my dad have seen my name on the list of lives lost in the Baltic sea?
I volunteered as an EMT in a small village just outside NYC as a senior in High School and my first few years of college. This night we were on call for not only our town but the surrounding two villages, who were out of service. One of the villages isn't exactly the best neighborhood. Now, generally we always have a police officer on every scene we go to just because they can always get there faster. This time around, though in this bordering village, there was a fire on the other side of town and some sort of crime investigation elsewhere. Basically PD resources were stretched thin. A call came in for a 25 y/o male with a facial wound at a private residence with instructions that the patient was in the backyard. We were dispatched and told that there was no PD available and no Advanced Life Support (ALS) available. It was just me and my driver. (Note: this is standard in most agencies, it just felt very unnerving for me.) So we get on scene and it was an apartment building with a open yard in the back that we could drive onto. My driver pulls onto the field and he sees the patient sitting in the shadows as though he was hiding. Something felt off and that feeling prompted me to hit the flood lights on the ambulance illuminating most of the yard. The moment the lights came on we saw 5-7 men with tire irons and baseball bats standing in what was once pitch blackness. My driver hit it in reverse and we got the hell out of there. I got on the radio and called for immediate assistance. Turns out those guys were planning on jumping us, stealing the narcotics from the ambulance, and taking the rig for a joy ride. (Poor planning really because we don't carry narcotics on a Basic Life Support Ambulance). To this day I fear what would have happened if we had just walked up to the patient.
I worked at a movie theater selling concessions and this older man approaches the counter and orders. I asked him "would you like anything else?" And he looks at me and says "every time I ask for the thing I want they keep telling me it's illegal". I'm quite creeped out by this guy and so I just sort of chuckle. He then proceeds to ask me "do you want to know what I ask?". Working in concessions part of the job is making the movie goers feel welcome so I say "sure" and then what he says to me was the most disturbing thing I have ever heard.
My sister and her husband had just had their first child a few months prior. My brother in law was working the graveyard shift at his job as my sister stayed home taking care of my nephew. Around 2am, she heard loud knocking on her back door. She went to go check it out and saw a lady banging on the door asking for my sister to let her in. The lady told my sister that her husband had just beat her down the street and was looking for her. My sister was hesitant to let her in since she had a newborn in the house and didn't want to interfere. She told the lady that the best she could do was call the police for her. The lady told my sister to not call the police and to let her in. This is where my sister got suspicious. She went to get her phone and called 911. When she went back to the door, the lady was gone. The police arrived a few minutes later and they told my sister that the same situation happened a few streets down. Apparently the couple would do this act to get into peoples homes.
When I was about 7-8 years old my family rented a house close to the beach for a week. The drive wasn't very long but as an 8 year old by the time we got there I really had to (use the bathroom). We pull into the driveway and are met by a middle age woman who owned the house and showed us the place and told us about the town and what to do etc. My first instinct is to find the bathroom so I ask and she tells me it's the second door on the right after the kitchen. Go inside and open the bathroom door to an older guy just standing there looking at me. I kinda duck my head down, say sorry, and went back outside. They noticed I was back pretty fast and I told them there was someone in the bathroom already. That's when it got weird. The lady looked at me confused and said there's no one else in the house. I explain that I definitely saw someone in that bathroom. After searching the house we find no evidence of anyone else being there.
One night, about ten months ago, there was a pretty heavy snow storm in my area. All of the roads were closed and a curfew was issued for everybody except emergency medical personnel.
I had been shoveling snow for most of the day and was dead tired come nightfall. Didn't have the energy to do much of anything besides eat dinner and lay down. I fire up some OG Star Trek and begin to doze off.
A couple of hours later, around 1AM, I hear the sound of a door rattling and a slight whisper saying my name, "vladimir_pwnin". I sit up a bit and realize it's coming from my parents' room, becoming fainter with the passing time. After 10 minutes or so, I gather up the courage to see what the hell is going on.
Folding knife in hand, I peak out into the hallway and don't see anything. The noise is still coming from the room next door, the rattling becoming more rushed as I approach. Cautiously, I open the door and sneak inside. It's pitch black and I can't see anything.
My eyes are taking entirely too long to adjust to the darkness. I'm shuffling forward, and all of the sudden, something grabs and pulls on my leg. At this point I was so freaked out I jumped back. As the whispers continued, I recognized my dad's voice. He was asking me for help.
He had a stroke while walking to use the bathroom around 1AM that night. After he fell, he was able to use his left foot to rattle the door to his bathroom. My mom fell asleep on the couch in the living room and wasn't around to help or hear. I was able to grab the house phone and call 911, and despite the weather, the police and an ambulance arrived within 10 minutes.
That was the scariest night of my life. The doctors told us there wasn't much hope for my dad before going into surgery, since he had a hemorrhagic stroke and there was a massive amount of bleeding.
Fast forward 10 months and my old man is cognitively the same, just paralyzed on his right side. He had every infection under the sun while in the hospital, but he staved them off and is still with us today. He was my best friend before the incident, and my hero after.
I was visiting my hometown and decided to pick up my old high school friend from his house and take him to dinner and a drink to catch up. He is kinda stressed and tells me that his ex, with whom he had broken up with over 2 years prior, has been stalking him and harassing him.
I drive him home afterwards, and it starts to drizzle. As I drop him off at his house (the neighborhood was dark and quiet by now), we both notice a bag tied to my side view mirror...it was likely attached when we were at the restaurant. We open it to see a poorly taken photo of a tree taken at night with flash. There was a brief letter, obviously written from his ex, that said: "I buried our first love letter under this tree years ago. This tree is growing from our love." I made sure my friend got into his house all right and got the heck out of there.
Cop here. I was dispatched to a house at about 1 am for a prowler. We get there and talk to the residents. Long story short they saw 2 people wearing masks (one Jason style hockey mask, don't remember the other) in the yard across the street. It was like 2 weeks past Halloween so it seemed believable. We check the area and don't see anything. 10-8. It's worth noting the residents didn't seem drunk/high/crazy at all. An hour later we get called back. This time we have our dispatcher on the phone with them while we are surrounding the area. We (about 5 of us) are in a perfect position, dispatch tells us they can still see the prowlers in the next yard. We start to move in. Dispatch says the residents saw the two prowlers wave and move into the shed. Guess where I am? That's right, next to the shed. I give verbal commands, bang on the door, and nothing. I'll come in after you. Doors open and......empty. I even think to check for a trap door. Nothing. It is raised about 4 inches so there isn't even a possibility of a door leading out. Again check the area and find nothing. I talk to the residents. They said as I was moving in on the shed the two put their finger to their lips (giving the shhhh sign) and then they both waved. They moved into the shed as I was next to it. We went over every possibility trying to come up with an explanation. If the caller was just fucking with us they had no prior history of it (as in repeated calls for service at the address). I'm not much of a believer in paranormal stuff but I can still appreciate a situation where I can not logically explain what just happened.
Was sitting in my room at like 11:30 pm, heard lots of shit downstairs, assumed it was my mum. Heard her walk up the stairs to my room, stop, I called out to her, she didn't say anything and walked downstairs. I went down about a half hour later to find a piece of paper with the words "You're lucky I'm scared too" on it, and a whole bunch of stuff was missing. Called mum, she still hadn't arrived home from a dinner she was at with her friends. I called the cops and locked myself in the bathroom, but I think they left when they realized I was still home, probably the most scared I've ever been when I was hiding in the bathroom.
When I was a teen I worked at a cable access studio and made mini movies. My neighbors gave me their father's old video camera. They told me he never used it but it didn't seem to work anymore and had a tape jammed in it. I fixed it up and on the tape was hours of him driving around at night and filming people through their windows. Nothing overly sexual was on it but there is something unsettling about seeing peeping tom footage of a guy eating dinner with his family or over 20 minutes of some girls dancing around in their room.
Not as scary as others but creeped me out nonetheless. I was out of town on business and my security camera went off in the middle of the night. I check it and see a blurry white light moving erratically in the bottom left corner of the frame.
Now I'm half asleep in a hotel hundreds of miles away from home and I don't believe in ghosts so my first thought was that someone was shining a flashlight in the house to case it. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to call the police and look foolish I used the two way sound on the camera to yell "get the fuck away from the house I'm calling the police!" The moving light didn't seem to react to that so I just sat there, in my hotel room, watching it until it stopped.
The next night it happened again - and the next. Now i've shown the footage to my colleagues and they are convinced I have a ghost. I've asked the pet sitter to look around the house for footprints in the snow and nothing.
I finally get home and nothing is out of place - but now i realize that I have to sleep in this house with the weird moving light so when the sun went down i was desperately trying to figure out what it was. Two days later I did - this is kind of hard to explain but bear with me. This was a very bad winter and I had taken the internets advice and thrown panty hose filled with rock salt up into my gutters to prevent ice dams. The string hanging down from one of them had an ice crystal on it - and that little ice crystal was blowing in the breeze and reflecting the driveway lights back into the house. So - absolutely not creepy at all but when you're away from home and see a floating orb in your house it will give one the willies for sure.
When I was 16 in the mid 90s, aka the "I know everything, I'm invincible and you can't stop me" age, I got in a fight with an acquaintance while a whole bunch of us were hanging out at his house. Stupid fight, can't remember what about, but I decided fuck it, I was going home. I lived about 5 miles away, but I didn't have a car, and since it was 2am, there were no buses. I was going to walk home.
In the middle of the night, through a not-as-safe-as-it-seems neighborhood, as a tiny 16 year old girl.
So I did. I think, in hindsight, my friends either didn't believe I was going to do it, or were too startled by the sudden argument to realize what I was doing. I left the house and started hoofing it. About a mile out, the suburban housing neighborhood melted into a main street, with highway access. I started to notice a greyish minivan following me. It would follow me, pass me, turn a corner, and about 3 blocks later, it would do the same thing. I mean, really really obvious what it was doing. I crossed over to the other side of the street so I was walking the opposite of traffic flow, and thus no car could come up behind me. It kept doing it, on the other side of the street. About a mile later, there was a 24-hour Fred Meyer (west coast USA chain grocery/all-purpose store), lights bright, but parking lot emptyish. I immediately crossed the parking lot and went to head inside.
Just before I got to the doors, the minivan that had been following me, pulled up into one of the parking spots. A guy called out from the driver side and said:
"I don't want you to walk over here, just stay there and listen. I just wanted to let you know what I was doing. I saw you walking a while back, but I also saw a dark car that was following you. A couple of times you went to turn around, or stopped, so it started following you down a parallel side street. When I saw it, I started to follow you both, just to make sure you were safe. Go inside the store, and call someone to come pick you up, please. I haven't seen the car since you headed across the lot."
He waited until I was inside the store, and then pulled away. I didn't have anyone to call, so I just let the night cashier know what was going on, and hung out with her for about an hour and a half. Then I finished the walk home. I've never forgotten the incident, or that man, whoever he was. During the walk, I never saw the dark car he mentioned, but I've always been convinced he saved my life that night.
Back when I worked Night shift as a Security guard, I would experience mild hallucinations due to my poor sleep schedule. I was doing my patrol and I was feeling particularly out of it, so I kept getting those flashes of movement in the corner of my eye, but I was convinced it was just my brain fucking up. At the site I was working, there is a large warehouse filled with chemical waste that has only one light on in it. As I'm going along, I see a pale shape on the ground and quickly recognize it as a body. My adrenaline spikes and I nearly pass out.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a CPR dummy the workers left out for training.
I work for an an engineering college and frequently have to go up to the industrial floor to find old projects and materials that had been stored years ago. This is the floor with the HVAC unit, steam pipes, etc and is not very well lit in the evening. The year before I started working there it was discovered that a homeless man had broken in and had been living up there. The cops had to be called because he had some kind of mental instability and kept coming back.
Fast forward two years later and I'm up there looking for some pressure gauges when one of the fluorescent lights begins to flicker. My attention is drawn to that area where I see the silhouettes of a body laying on the floor in the most uncomfortable position and another one crouched in the corner against the wall. I nearly pooped my pants before booking it in the other direction, but then the light came back on and I saw it was two test dummies that the mechanical engineers must have stored there recently. I keep a length of pipe with me every time I go up there now.
I was sitting in our office room home alone when I was 19. I was typing a paper for one of my college classes. The office room used to be my sisters room before she moved out, so a lot of her decorations are still there.
She had a photo of a mountain range, an oval shaped mirror, and three different hangings that read "faith", "hope", and "love". This makes 5 total things hanging on the wall in the room.
Suddenly, I got random chills. Which happens all the time it was pretty cold. But this time, as soon as I got the chills, everything in the room hanging on the walls fell off simultaneously. This really freaked me out, but it got a tiny bit worse. I got up and walked out of the room only to notice EVERYTHING hanging on a wall in my house had fell (besides the television in my room). All the pictures in the living room and other rooms, all the trophies in my room from little league sports, and even a stand that held candles.
I wasn't sure what to do. I picked up all the stuff and hung it back up, which actually took me around 15-20 minutes. Then I drove to campus to finish my paper. Never told my parents.
Growing up, my bedroom was the only one that faced the front of the house/street. When I was about 8 or 9, I woke up to my dad calmly but firmly telling me to get up, go in the bathroom, and shut the door. I was annoyed because I was half asleep, but I listened. Apparently I was more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep on the bathroom floor. The next morning I asked my mom what happened. She seemed oblivious and confused. I looked at my dad like she was crazy, and I asked him why he had woken me up. He denied doing it. I was becoming frustrated to the point of tears, but I ultimately let it go.
Fast forward to college. I was home one break, and I decided to ask again. I had thought of that night off and on for years, and it still bothered me. This time, my dad goes, "Ha! I was wondering if you even remembered that." Turns out that a lot of houses on our block were being vandalized and robbed all those years ago. Someone had broken into the garage and was inside the house. My room was partially over the garage. My dad heard it happen and quietly got me to safety. Police were called, the guy ran. He was never caught, however, and my parents didn't want a terrified kid on their hands, so for years they pretended like nothing had ever happened. It wasn't supernatural, but it was unsettling for sure.
When I was a kid, I snuck down to my parents' bedroom to tell my mother something. I had to be quiet so I wouldn't wake my dad up. I kept whispering, "mom! mom!" in the dark and all of a sudden he sat up and started yelling.
My mother came out of her room and told me that I was lucky because my father thought I was an intruder and almost shot me.
I had nightmares about that for years, thinking of my brush with death. About 30 years later, I brought it up at some family get together. And my mother said, "Oh Sapphyrre, you really believed that? He didn't have a gun. We were just having sex."
My aunt and uncle moved into a 19th century home in a small town in Maine a few years back. Think something from Stephen King. Their neighbors warned them about previous paranormal incidents. Since they moved in, many more incidents have taken place. These incidents include but are not limited too:
An in-your-face chocolate smell in the kitchen when no one had been cooking.
Random items appearing in places they shouldn't be. My aunt was a school administrator, now retired, and she has a filing cabinet full of old documents in the basement. One night while I was visiting, a binder from that filing cabinet was underneath my bed when i woke up. The filing cabinet was in the very back of their storage space and would have required someone to scramble over camping equipment, old furniture, etc. to get to it. Weird.
Levitating objects. Super skeptical of this one.
My aunt was home alone running on a treadmill in her basement. Unexplained banging noises came from the ground floor. She yells, "For heaven's sake shut up already," and the banging subsides.
The most memorable incident for me was when my uncle noticed that his medication went missing. My aunt yelled to the "ghost" that his medication is important and is the one thing that is not to be played with. They later found his pill bottles standing upright underneath the bed. Standing upright. The couldn't have rolled underneath. Never happened again.
The ghost has not really done anything harmful and from what I have heard can even be described as playful. We have affectionately dubbed the ghost "Gracie the Ghost".
The most unsettling incident in my life (well, one of them) would be during family dinner when I was about 8 years old, my Mum suddenly came out with ''It took me months to get your father's blood stains out of the wall. The smell of his body was terrible and really clung too'', and then gazed off into the distance, utterly unaware of how shocking and unconducive to eating such a remark would be.
My Dad committed suicide not long after they split up. He did it in the kitchen of our flat while we were staying at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Someone, presumably my Dad, also turned the thermostat up to the max before he died. He wasn't found for several weeks either. So, yeah, I can imagine it was quite a horrific scene. My impression was that Mum was psychologically damaged by going through that, and as a result, she lost any sense of what was appropriate to share with a child or not.
When I was in high school I was home alone one night during the winter, and I was upstairs on the computer. I was on AIM talking to someone when I specifically remember having an uneasy feeling, and telling the person I was IMing that I felt like someone was in the house, or that I was being watched. I went to the downstairs and peeked around the corner and saw our back door that went into our sun room wide open. It was about 10 degrees out and no one else was there, but this door was open. I freaked out and ran to the kitchen and got a big ass knife. I started screaming shit like I knew someone was there, like "I see you! I called the cops!" or whatever, I don't remember. I walked through the house in a way that no one could get out past me without me seeing,so I thought. After I cleared the house I assumed maybe it wasn't latched and a draft pushed the door open or something. Got over it pretty quick. Anyway, later that night, about 5 houses down a woman was tied up in her bedroom by a man with a knife who threatened to kill her. I don't remember the specifics, but she somehow escaped and called the cops and the guy was never caught.
Still have no idea if anyone was in my house that same night, but it's an awfully weird coincidence if not.
In high school I had a friend, we'll call him, John for these purposes. Me and John played football together and we would always get extra lifting sessions in at the high school gym. We remained friends after high school and even worked together for a bit. He ended up getting into selling pills and our relationship deteriorated to the point we were no longer speaking.
Fast forward a few years later and I have this dream. In my dream, I am back at my high school gym lifting weights with John. We were just chatting about random stuff, having a good time and then he suddenly says that he has to go. I tell him I don't want him to leave because I want to keep hanging out and I missed him. He just says he's really sorry but has to leave, I say "OK, see ya later" and he replies with a nod and a "See ya".
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, I see it is my mom and answer it. She tells me that John had died last night and asking if I am OK and other mom stuff. She had heard from Johns mom who called in saying that Johns siblings would not be at school the rest of the week because of his death. My Mom was a secretary at the school they went to.
I can't help but think that something paranormal had happened to allow me to make peace with and say goodbye to my friend and have some bit of closure. He was 25 when he died of an overdose and was the first person really close to me who had died.
On my previous job when our building was still under construction, the only floors that were occupied were the 1st, 2nd, 5th, 6th and 7th. One time I was alone inside the elevator going from 1st to the 6th floor when suddenly it stopped and opened on the 3rd floor. Normally I would just disregard it but rumors were all over that a ghost child was playing around on the vacant floors. So I pressed the close button as I fast as I could. When it closed I heard noises like someone tapping their fingers on the walls of the elevator.
My family told me this. I had fevers very often when I was young. The medicines didn't help. One day, a stranger on the street asked my mom if I was always sick and who was the elderly woman following me. My mom was confused as there was no elderly woman nearby. The stranger pointed into the air and described my dead paternal grandmother's look, hair style and clothes she wore to her grave. My dad was from a different town and my mom would have known it if the stranger was a mutual friend. The stranger said my dad had to tell my grandmother to go back. He did. My mysterious fevers stopped.