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My\u00a0father is\u00a0a\u00a0complete skeptic. Once we\u00a0were all watching TV. Out of\u00a0nowhere, my\u00a0dad started bawling. I\u2019d seen him crying maybe 2\u00a0times. I\u00a0remember him saying,\u00a0\u00abI\u00a0just feel really sad all of\u00a0a\u00a0sudden, it\u2019s like someone passed and passed through\u00a0me.\u00bb\u00a0The next day he\u00a0found out his best friend Les had passed the night before, a\u00a0few min before he\u00a0began crying.\u00a0\u00a9\u00a0Sobadatsnazzynames\u00a0\/ Reddt\n
One time when\u00a0I was a\u00a0kid, I\u00a0dreamed that me\u00a0and some friends were playing spies, hiding from random people. In\u00a0the dream, I\u00a0ran past my\u00a0friend who was holding a\u00a0Pok\u00e9mon deck book. He\u00a0asked me\u00a0if\u00a0I wanted to\u00a0play, but I\u00a0said, \u00abNo, I\u2019m on\u00a0a\u00a0secret mission.\u00bb\u00a0The next day, the exact same thing happened,\u00a0in\u00a0the same place, same people, and\u00a0I didn\u2019t know what to\u00a0think. It\u2019s just weird.\u00a0\u00a9\u00a0Kayleb Patel\u00a0\/ Quora\n\n\n
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- One night I stayed up really late reading a Stephen King novel. The foot of my bed faced a large wall mirror and the window was above my headboard. I heard a noise and looked up, and I saw a face staring in what I thought was my window behind me! It was my own reflection in the mirror! It scared me so bad I fainted. I never did finish that book. \u00a9 Patricia Marie \/ Quora\n
- Grandma died. We\u00a0stayed at\u00a0her house. I\u00a0slept alone in\u00a0my\u00a0uncle\u2019s old bedroom. I\u00a0played games on\u00a0my\u00a0phone until the sleepiness kicks\u00a0in. I\u00a0woke up\u00a0at\u00a03am. I\u00a0go to\u00a0the bathroom, which is\u00a0located in\u00a0a\u00a0dark corridor that leads to\u00a0the garage, first having to\u00a0pass the large family and\u00a0TV room, past grandpa\u2019s old study room, the dining room and the kitchen. In\u00a0front of\u00a0the door to\u00a0the garage is\u00a0the old maid room, now uninhabited. As\u00a0I\u00a0do my\u00a0business,\u00a0I\u00a0hear humming.\u00a0From the old maid\u2019s room. It\u00a0sounded familiar, somewhat. I\u2019m creeped out, so\u00a0I quickly finish my\u00a0business and embark towards my\u00a0room.\u00a0But something stops me\u00a0dead in\u00a0my\u00a0tracks as\u00a0the humming grew louder.\u00a0It\u00a0wasn\u2019t coming from the maid room. No, it\u00a0was coming from the\u00a0TV room. It\u00a0was actually… Grandma! She turned to\u00a0the guest room and… she\u2019s gone.\u00a0The last time\u00a0I slept on\u00a0one bed with my\u00a0mom was when\u00a0I was eight. On\u00a0that night, I\u00a0snuck into her bed and stayed awake until morning.\u00a0\u00a9\u00a0Lim Hikaruzen\u00a0\/ Quora\n\n
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  I was 12 years old walking less than two blocks home. I was new to town. A man stopped his car and got out, walking towards me. I took off running towards the house he was parked in front of. There was just a glass door. I opened it screaming, \u00abHi mom! Hi dad! I\u2019m home!\u00bb I had no idea if it belonged to the man who was following me, but I didn\u2019t want him to be able to follow me home, so I took a chance. I weaved my way through the house to the back door and ran through it, hurdling over shrubs until I got to another street. From there, I didn\u2019t hear anyone behind me. I ran fast while afraid to look back. I made it home and locked the doors. \u00a9 Jennifer Nicholson \/ Quora\n
  This happened during my teenage years. We were all sleeping in one room because the fan was working in that room only. While I was sleeping, I suddenly woke up and saw someone sitting in the chair on the corner of the room. I thought that I was dreaming, and I fell asleep again. Then the next morning, my brother and I were brushing our teeth, and he told me that he dreamt about someone sitting in that chair. I totally freaked out, but I didn\u2019t tell him about what I saw. I didn\u2019t want to frighten him. \u00a9 Ry\u014diki Tenkai \/ Quora\n
  Late one night, I\u00a0was in\u00a0bed reading. My\u00a0husband slept peacefully beside\u00a0me. My\u00a0open bedroom window was an\u00a0arm\u2019s length away from my\u00a0left side. Suddenly, the curtain twitched, but not in\u00a0the way a\u00a0breeze would stir them. I\u00a0lowered my\u00a0book, then lay very still, watching as\u00a0the curtain was pulled aside.\u00a0A\u00a0man\u2019s head and shoulders came into view.\u00a0I\u00a0jumped out of\u00a0bed in\u00a0alarm, asking, \u00abWhat do\u00a0you want?\u00bb\u00a0He\u00a0replied that he\u00a0was looking for food. I\u00a0told him to\u00a0wait there, I\u00a0would get him some. Like an\u00a0idiot, I\u00a0actually went to\u00a0the kitchen and got something to\u00a0eat. Naturally, when I\u00a0returned, he\u00a0had fled the scene. Only then did reality set\u00a0in.\u00a0He\u00a0was a\u00a0burglar looking to\u00a0gain entry to\u00a0our home.\u00a0My\u00a0husband slept through it\u00a0all.\u00a0\u00a9\u00a0Cindy Ferguson\u00a0\/ Quora\n\n
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  My mom had just steam cleaned our carpet, and she was working from the hall backwards into the living room. I was sitting in the kitchen, not daring to step on the wet carpet. Anyway, as she\u2019s backing down the hallway, she looks at me, looks at the carpet, looks at me again, and tells me we\u2019re leaving. Two baby footprints had made their way from her bedroom down the hall, towards her, accompanied by one big footprint every other step. We raced out in terror. \u00a9 Chyenne Muhlestein \/ Quora\n
  A group of friends from my college went on a bike trip in an area full of forests. My friend was sitting behind while his roommate was driving. Others were very ahead of them, and they were the only ones on the road left behind. My friend noticed that one particular tree was following them. It was very unusual because usually trees appear to move in backward direction. But he was sure that this tree was following them. He didn\u2019t want his partner to freak out, so he didn\u2019t say anything. After a while, they saw the rest of their friends waiting for them on the road to join. Later, he told his partner what he saw. His partner froze and stared back at him, saying that he had also seen that tree. Both were terrified. \u00a9 Amrapali Bhalerao \/ Quora\n
  Once, when I was little, my mom started to tell me a bedside story about a ghost. I asked her, \u00abMother, what is a ghost?\u00bb She answered, \u00abA ghost is something that can take the form of anyone: me, you, or just anybody.\u00bb Half an hour later, I heard a knock on the door. My mom said, \u00abWill you go and see who it is?\u00bbI replied, \u00abMom, I am afraid, what if it\u2019s a ghost?\u00bb My mother smiled and said that\u2019s ok, and went to the door, opened it and came back.” When I asked her who it was, she answered angrily, \u00abWhy didn\u2019t you open the door? I\u2019ve been knocking on it for so long, and by the way, who were you talking to inside?\u00bb I was left speechless. \u00a9 Unknown User \/ Quora\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
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  When I was 20, I went on a date with a very beautiful girl with long dark black hair. I was driving my car, and we had gone out to eat and a movie. When we drove back to her apartment, we sat out talking in the car for hours. About two hours into our conversation, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got goosebumps. When I looked over at her, she suddenly looked very old, with gray hair and a wrinkled face. I freaked out and jumped out of the car when she asked me what the matter was. The only thing I could think of to answer was that she suddenly looked old. She began laughing, and she gradually transformed back into her youthful appearance. She then told me that what I saw was her grandmother checking up on her to make sure she was safe. \u00a9 Steve Haltiwanger \/ Quora\n
  One day, my\u00a0mother came and picked me\u00a0up\u00a0from kindergarten. When we\u00a0arrived home, my\u00a0mom opened the side door, which went directly into the kitchen.\u00a0Once we\u00a0steeped inside, we\u00a0both froze.\u00a0A\u00a0butcher knife had been buried into the counter a\u00a0good inch. With a\u00a0note under\u00a0it. When my\u00a0mom tore the note away and read\u00a0it, she turned pale, and we\u00a0quickly got out of\u00a0the house.\u00a035\u00a0years later, she finally told me\u00a0that the note said,\u00a0\u00abPlease fix the window in\u00a0your kid\u2019s room. I\u00a0couldn\u2019t get it\u00a0to\u00a0open last night.\u00bb\u00a0She said the words were written in\u00a0smeared red ink and had a\u00a0frowny face at\u00a0the end. She also said that the window above the sink had been open and that\u2019s how they got\u00a0in. No\u00a0one ever figured out who it\u00a0was or\u00a0why. Totally explains why\u00a0I had moved into my\u00a0dads house just a\u00a0few days later.\u00a0\u00a9\u00a0techno_09\u00a0\/ Reddit\n\n
  Do\u00a0you like to\u00a0tickle your nerves? Then here\u2019s another\u00a0article\u00a0with a\u00a0selection of\u00a0truly scary stories.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
  Meanwhile, the\u00a0brain\u00a0understands that the danger is\u00a0unreal, and we\u00a0are safe. However, it\u2019s a\u00a0completely different story if\u00a0a\u00a0similar situation happens to\u00a0a\u00a0person in\u00a0reality. These individuals have had to\u00a0endure real stress. My\u00a0father is\u00a0a\u00a0complete skeptic. Once we\u00a0were all watching TV. Out of\u00a0nowhere, my\u00a0dad started bawling. I\u2019d seen him crying maybe 2\u00a0times. I\u00a0remember him saying,\u00a0\u00abI\u00a0just feel really sad all of\u00a0a\u00a0sudden, it\u2019s like …\n","protected":false},"author":30,"featured_media":73479,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[642],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moral-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73478","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/30"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73478"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73478\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73481,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73478\/revisions\/73481"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/73479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}