Chip Chick
Mimi
“I have a friend, let’s call her Melissa. Mutual friends of ours have always told me that she’s haunted. Not her house, not a mysterious urn she keeps or something – her. I’ve heard stories from her boyfriend about times that he’s stood outside ringing her doorbell and knocking for an hour because she’s trained herself to just ignore it.”
“I was hanging out with her on her bed, and though I honestly can’t remember what we were doing, it wasn’t anything naughty. Her back was to me, and she was laying on her side. I was on my back staring up at the ceiling. I was closest to her bedroom door, which was closed. It was just the two of us in the entire house.”
“Suddenly, movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye, and I see a shadow silently creep along outside the door, blocking out the hallway light coming in from the bottom. I very slowly turned my head to look at Melissa, and she hasn’t moved. Her back was still to me so she couldn’t see what I was looking at. I look back at the shadow and sort of tilt my head back and forth, thinking it’s a reflection or some weird angle that’s playing games on my eyes. Nope, this shadow is actually creeping along outside the door. When it gets a little more than halfway, Melissa out of nowhere suddenly screams out, “Mimi! Go. Away.”
“I almost snapped my neck to look at Melissa because she scared the absolute hell out of me since I thought she might have been napping. And she still had her back to me. I look back towards the door and the shadow was already gone. I asked her what the hell was going on and she simply replied, “Just… just don’t worry about it.” And she drifts back into her nap.”
Yosemite
“For my brother’s bachelor party/camping trip, a group of his friends got a cabin in Yosemite to stay in for three days. During my first night there, I noticed something odd; in the room where my brother and I were staying, as soon as we got in bed (pretty late, well after sundown) the ceiling started creaking really hard as if someone were walking around on it.”
“I dismissed this as thermal contraction from the cold or animals walking around on the roof and went to sleep. But by the third night, it had become clear to me that this was not something with mundane explanations. That night, I went to bed early, while the guys were still up playing games and drinking, and the creaking noises started up as if on cue, and I ignored them as I usually did, but then one of the decorative bronze tiles on the wall started tapping and grinding on the wall.”
“I simply had no rational explanation for that; thermal expansion and all the other mundane explanations could not explain that. But I was tired, so I turned in bed and tried really hard to ignore it, and then I felt something grab my forearm.”
