When i was about 10 or 11 i lived in this one house that had been around for maybe 70 years before we moved in. We had heard ghost stories of an old man that had died in the house earlier but we didn’t believe them. About a month after living there, my mom started talking about smelling weird, old men cologne at certain points on the house. I never smelt it until one night.
My cousin and his girlfriend told us this story.
So they moved into an older house recently. It’s my cousin, his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s mom, stepdad, and infant brother. My cousin works weird hours, so after working really late he woke up the next day some time in the afternoon to a baby crying.
This happened around two weeks ago, where I had found out that there was a ghost tour in the town over from me. The town had always been known for being quite haunted, especially because it was the first town built in the colony that then branched out into the three other major towns.
When I was about 8 years old and living with my mom in a third floor apartment, I used to get a nightly “visitor” once in a while. This went on for years. I would wake up in the middle of the night by the sound of footsteps or the door to my room opening, or the door to the balcony opening.
Over the past seven years I have lived in my house, I’ve experienced numerous paranormal encounters. The most frightening happened just last year.
It was mid October. I remember it was a Thursday because my mom was driving me to school (she only does so on Thursdays) when she told me.
A few years ago I was out with a friend, just hanging out and driving around. She said she had to make a quick stop, however I found myself rather unwillingly taken to one of the local cemeteries. It was around 10 o’ clock at night and way out in the country so there was nobody around.
When I was young my mother used to buy a packet doughnuts and leave them in the kitchen. My granda used to always sneak in the backdoor of my house and steal one of them and then he would knock on the front door and would be eating the doughnut. When I was 11 my granda died in my house.
Location: Mexico City, Mexico.
Two years ago my mom and I moved to Mexico City so we could be near her oldest and youngest sisters who were going through a rough situation. While my mom was searching for a house, that was near my school and near her oldest sister house, we started to live with my aunt. Her house is truly beautiful, a really important Spanish leader made it on 1800’s and he named it “La casa del Genoves.” Anyway, my cousin and I always believed it was haunted, which it’s true.
I’ve been working at this department store for about a month and a half now. The building’s about 30 years old but it’s been remodeled several times over. Since working there, I’ve had two separate encounters that I’ve tried to shake off as tricks of the mind, but I don’t know… There’s a small elevator in the back of the store for people with strollers, or people in wheelchairs, etc.
One time I got on the elevator at the start of my shift. The doors opened and I very clearly saw a person standing in the middle of the elevator.