Scratches
When I was about 14/15, my family took my cousins because of family complications. My cousins would always have scratch marks on them, and their mother, my aunty, was absolutely batshit in gypsy magic stuff. Everytime my cousins met, they’d always say that they’d be scratched in the middle of the night by someone, and once my grandmother heard, there was a huge legal battle to take my cousins away from my aunty because we thought she was hurting them and abusing them.
2 months pass and my aunty goes into a psychiatric jail and my cousins are living with my family. One night I wake up to my cousins out of bed crying, scratch marks on their arms, I mean deep scratch marks. I go to my parents, they treat them and stay up with them. I return to bed, get into my blankets and I feel a serious pain in my thigh, I get out of bed and I have 3 marks on my leg, I run down to my parents and show them, same time as I do, all of the doors start slamming up stairs.
After that, my cousins were given to their biological farther, my uncle. We don’t talk.
GodOfEnnui
I Hear You Knocking
When I was about 16 years old I encountered something that still bugs me to this day. I woke up around 6AM on a normal week day and went downstairs to get ready to school. No one else in my family had woken up at this point. I got in the shower, still sleepy and could barely hold my eyes open. After a few minutes of showering someone tried to get it and I told who ever it was that I was in the shower. The ‘person’ then proceeded to aggressively open the door, I saw the door handle going up and down like crazy and he/she/whatever knocked on the door harder and harder. And then it suddenly stopped. Didn’t think that much about it, but when I got out of the shower I realized that nobody was up yet. I proceeded with eating breakfast. And after a while my dad came down the stairs, so I asked him if it was he who had wanted to use the bathroom earlier. He said no, and that both my mom and younger brother was still asleep, so it could’ve not been them either.
Dogglass
Mom’s Top Hat Man
When I was younger, my (older) brother and I would randomly see this tall dark shadowy figure wearing a top hat (think Abe Lincoln) walk down the hallway in the house we grew up in. It had no distinct features, just a shadow, but standing in the middle of the hallway. It would always stop just outside our bedroom doors, and just stand there for a moment and continue walking down the hallway. Whenever we would run out to the hallway to see it walking away it was always gone. I was always fully awake when I saw it. My brother said he woke up a few times and couldn’t move with it standing at the end of his bed, then it would just disappear.
We had an old German Shepard who would bark non stop every time we saw it. We would see it a few times a month for years until my parents split up and my mom moved out. When we got older, I remember my brother and I both mentioning it happening to our aunt (on mom’s side) one night when she was visiting us, and she turned as white as a ghost. She told us that when her and my mom were growing up, whenever my mom was around she would always see the same thing at night time. After that we mentioned it to our dad and he said the same thing, the entire time he was with our mom he always saw the same thing. These “sightings” all happened in different states/houses.
I asked my mom about it once and all she would ever tell me is that when she was little and lived in Mass. she used to have a guy in a Top Hat follow her around, she said she never saw the shadow figure though.
She passed in 2012, I saw the top hat shadow about 30 mins before she passed…then found out about her about an hour later. That was the first time I had seen it in 10ish years, and the last time.
SugaTitz
