Everyone ruining the thread is stupid in all honesty. >>216452
For real? That sounds like something I’d shit my pants as a kid and then smile at the memory when growed up.
I really don’t have many spoopy experiences to share but here yah go:
Every Wednesday you can hear a light sob in my bathroom, as it was from a young woman or a kid deeply in sorrow. My house is pretty old, as I live in one of the oldest parts of the city. Even when it has been recently rebuilt, it has standed for around a hundred years or more. There are many wacky stories from my neighbors as well. Stories about voices, shadows and heavy presences are common. Stories about ghosts leading the living to a wall full of gold are kinda common too. Also, there are very large tunnels underneath the neighborhood, connected through the different points of downtown. People are very wary of these tunnels an believe these are hunted.
Not sure if this is paranormal or even spooky, but it's something I've been thinking about a lot ever since it happened.
When I was 10 years old, my dad suddenly died. There were no warning signs or anything, he just suddenly had a heart attack and was gone. He seemed to be perfectly healthy (and fairly young as he was only in his late 40s) so it was a shock for everyone.
My parents had divorced a couple of years ago before that, and I lived with my mom. I spent every weekend at my dad's place, though.
Anyway, one day my mom picked me up from school and when we got home, she told me my dad had suddenly passed away. She told me he died of a heart attack, and that's all. My relatives came to visit us and we talked about my dad and all the great memories we had with him. Nevertheless, I was in quite a shock for the whole day and had trouble falling asleep at night.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of my dad (which is no surprise or anything, really). I dreamt I was in his apartment, sitting on the living room floor while he paced around his apartment before sitting down on the sofa in front of me. In the dream, he told me everything about his death: how it had been sudden, but that he kind of knew it'd be coming because of his health problems. He told me he had just woken up at 6am, wanted to take a shower before it had happened and he had just collapsed on the bathroom floor and that was it. He told me it didn't feel like anything and that it didn't hurt.
A couple of months after my dad's death I visited my aunt, my dad's sister, and I was going through some papers about my fathers death.
I don't correctly remember what the paper was (as I was so young I didn't really understand any of the official things), but it had all the (speculated) details about my dad's death, the time of death and everything. I read the paper about how my dad was found naked from the bathroom floor. The papers also talked about his cardiovascular disease (not sure if this is the right term for it, English is not my first language), and my aunt was very upset that my dad had never told anyone about his disease before.
I was a bit shocked as I remembered my dream and how all the details my dad told me in my dream seemed to be true. Back then I hadn't really thought too much of the dream, but at that time I was a bit spooked as I had never heard my dad's death's details before. I still don't know what to think of it all.