“My parents and I used to go antique shopping during family vacations. On a trip to Vegas in the late 90’s or early 2000’s, we went to this antique strip mall that had antique Nippon as well as an antique toy store. My dad and I headed to the toy store, called Toyz in the Attic, while my mom headed to an antique store in the corner of the lot. Not long after my dad bought me a G1 Devastator, my mom called and told us to come over. She stated to my dad that the owner had some more Nippon antiques in the back of his store, but my mom was weary of going back there alone. So we leave the antique toy store and head over to meet my mom.
We get in the store and I remember it being a nice, chill temperature. The windows were tinted. It wasn’t lit up very brightly, but there were enough items to fill the walls of the store. This isn’t my nature, but I didn’t even walk around because the owner, Tony, seemed pretty interesting. Also, he didn’t seem the type of owner to carry Transformers, the robots or the ones for train sets. He talked to us about the future of Vegas and how it was changing for the worse.
After talking for a little bit, he asked me if i would like to try on a samurai helmet. At first I didn’t want to try on a dusty helmet, but the look on my mom’s face translated to, ‘this is probably going to be your one and only chance to wear this, don’t be a fool.’ My mom takes a picture of me and asks Tony if she could take a picture of him. He says no, but my mom takes a picture anyway. He apparently was a little ticked off, but they continued talking. Tony also mentioned how he survived a fire, I’m unsure of what the time frame was. Additionally, my mom saw people peeking in the store, but no one ever came in. We never got to see the back room. My parents purchased a gold Buddha from Tony which he gave to them for a pretty good price (I believe $125?) so we all left happy.
A year later we returned to the same antique strip mall in Vegas. We go to the corner where Tony’s store was at and it was a bookstore. My parents talk to the owner(s) while I walk around. Apparently the antique book store had been there for 5-7 years. My parents told them we were just here a year ago and Tony’s shop was at that location. They didn’t believe my parents and told them that Tony had passed away in a fire from smoke inhalation, in the back room. His more valuable antiques were back there too. They also mentioned that he never gave out deals to anyone. As I’m walking around and overhearing some of this conversation I find a display case full of one of my favorite books, Mysteries of the Unexplained by Readers Digest.
Additionally, the photo of me wearing the samurai helmet developed while the photo of Tony was white.
After this occurred, my dad wasn’t a skeptic anymore.”
“When I was a kid, my childhood home had doors to the attic in both the upstairs rooms. My dad didn’t want us messing around in there though (I had two brothers, so we were a small gang of boys always messing around with everything), so we set up our big, tall wooden shelves for books, the TV, school supplies, ect. in front of the doors in each room. They were heavy as hell, and full of stuff so he knew we wouldn’t be able to move them and go into the attic.
I was home alone one night, age 11 or so, in my room watching TV. I ran downstairs to grab a soda and came back in no time at all.
When I got back to the room, the huge shelf had been dragged to the side and the attic door was all the way open… I noped right the hell out of there, turned on every light in the house, and called my dad’s friend to come get me…
When my parents got home, we didn’t know what to think. My dad and his friend moved the shelf back, and we all went to bed. I slept in my brothers bed though…
It could have been a super strong, silent hobo escaping from our house… But that doesn’t make me feel any better about it… I’m still not sure what the hell that was about.
“I had the house to myself for the weekend and had let the dog out the back to pee pretty late in the night. I’d gone out with her to have a look at the stars and moon seeing as it was clear for once, pretty rare in Wales. A few minutes later I hear low growling noise, it’s the dog. She was on the patio, with a defensive stance and growling up at the roof, which was strange enough seeing as I’d never heard her growl in years.
I look up where she’s looking and the best way to describe it would be as a large but skinny creature. It looked like a human from the silhouette I could see, but hunched on all fours, a large bulbous head maybe twice the size of a man’s and limbs that seemed have an extra joint or very long hands. It walked from one end of the roof to the other and I got the distinct impression that it was looking at me. I pretty much shat myself, dragged the dog inside and locked the doors and windows. The dog insisted on staying in my room that night, and she would lift her head up anytime there was an odd scratching noise from the attic.
Never saw anything like that again after that night, dog went back to never staying in my room and all was well. It just creeped me out something fierce, especially since it looked so solid, like an actual thing and not a ghost or whatever.”
“When I was about sixteen, I worked at a haunted house. I had been working there for about 2 years, which was abnormal as they don’t usually allow people under the age of 16 to work there, however, the owner happened to be my Bishop at the time, knew my family was struggling, and offered me a job. I never drove down to the haunted house on my own, as I just rode with the owner to save gas, even when I legally could drive. We usually got off work at about 2-4 am, depending on the night.
Well one night after work, my Bishop says he needs to stop by the church in our neighborhood on our way home, so me, my Bishop, and his son (he was about 18) stop by the church, and on our way in we all walk into the gym (we were trying to cut through to get to his office on the other side of the church) and upon walking in and turning on the lights we notice this one corner of the room wasn’t being lit up, as if the light couldn’t filter through it. It wasn’t like completely pitch black staring into the nether type dark, but noticeably darker, as if it was harder for the light to shine in that one particular spot.
Well as soon as we walk in and all see it, the ‘darkness’ or whatever the fuck you would call it, starts slowly fucking MOVING TOWARDS US. Me and the Bishop’s son both just stood there, not sure what was happening, until his father said in a very calm but concerned voice, ‘get out, wait for me in the car.’
We both ran out of that church so fast, then ended up waiting about a half an hour for my Bishop to come outside, and when we asked him what happened, he refused to Tell us, and to this day he hasn’t told either me or his son what happened in there. But I will to this day still refuse to step foot in another church.”