Drip, Drip, Drip
A distant Cousin found his brother dead one morning. This Cousin was married and his older brother, who was unmarried, lived with them and their 2 kids. This particular morning, he never came down and when they investigated, he was dead. The cause of death: cardiac arrest at 29.
Shortly after the funeral, the wife and 2 kids went away to visit in-laws. My Cousin worked nights so when he got home, the wife and kids were already gone. But they seemed to have left alot of water on the floor everywhere. Cousin was annoyed, but cleaned the mess and went to bed.
Before he fully asleep, Cousin heard a dripping noise. It went, "drip, drip, drip" then stalled and continued on. He figured it was a leaky faucet in the bathroom, but was too tired to get up so it could wait til morning. Still, the sound kept going and it seemed to be coming from everywhere. So he got up to go check.
When he got out of bed, he saw that there was water all over the wooden floors again. He thought to himself, is the tap on in the bathroom upstairs? He went upstairs and the stairs were wet along with the hallway, but the bathroom was completely dry. In fact, there wasn't any water dripping at all. A little bit confused and scared, he decided to go watch some TV in the living room.
It was around 3AM when he finally dozed off... He awoke momentarily to turn off the TV, when the dripping could be heard again and he awoke immediately. He was still lying on the couch when the sound seemed to come nearer to his position. He was so scared he just froze up and shut his eyes. He was peaking through his eyes quarter-open when he saw a figure walk around the couch he was lying on. It was his deceased brother! But he was all soaking wet and dressed in the same funeral garb. The thing came and walked very silently, while dripping water, around the living room.
Although he was scared at first, my Cousin says he had this warm feeling come over him. It just felt very calming even though he couldn't believe what was happening. Then the deceased brother walked back into the kitchen and upstairs to his bedroom.
The next day, my Cousin went to his parents house and told them everything.
Flowers Anyone?
Okay, this story actually spooked me out because my dad's first cousin (Uncle) told it to me.
My Uncle worked as a custodian for a funeral home. He usually cleaned the place and locked up at by 11PM. When he started the job, he was scared but got used to the idea of a dead person in the main room. After all, he thought to himself, it was just a body. But this one night changed all that.
It was a typical Saturday and some white folks had finished an evening funeral at 8PM. The deceased was a middle-aged father, apparently dead from health problems. Uncle made his rounds in the basement and back up to the main floor. He looked into the main funeral room and the casket was closed with flowers on top. There was alot of flowers and Uncle thought this man must have been well-liked. Then he went into the office to have dinner.
He had just begun to eat when he heard a loud noise and it made him jump. His hair stood straight up because he realized where he was (you learn to forget where you're working in such a place). He just sat motionless listening for anything. Then he thought he heard someone walking around in the main funeral room. He didn't want to investigate, but maybe it was a burglar so he gathered his courage to go and look.
When he peered into the main funeral room, the casket was open and all the flowers were thrown everywhere. The casket was also empty! He was so scared he ran out of the place and to the nearest house that had lights on. They let him in and when he calmed down, together they called the owner of the funeral home. He told them everything that had happened.
The funeral director arrived and Uncle met him at the front. They went in and found that nothing had been destroyed or disturbed. But in the main funeral room, all the flowers were scattered everywhere and the coffin was closed again. The funeral director opened the coffin and the man was back in there again.
My Uncle quit after that.
Knock, Knock? Who's There?
I had an Aunt who's husband died leaving her and her daughter by themselves. They lived on this dead-end road and there was a large wood behind them. One evening, there was this loud banging at their front door. But when they went to check, no one was there. This happened again a few hours later, and again no one was there. Finally fed up, they went upstairs believing some neighborhood kids were being mischevious.
Around 2AM the knocking began at the back door, facing the woods. They were awakened and annoyed, but didn't care to look. However, it kept banging until they went downstairs. As soon as their lights came on, it went quiet again. But the moment they were settled upstairs in bed, the banging began again. This went on throughout the night and they got so fed up, they called relatives... Finally, one of our cousins (a young man) went over and slept on the couch to make sure no one would try to hurt them.
As the young man slept in the living room, he had this eerie feeling that someone was walking outside. He kept hearing foot falls outside and would often look out the window, but nothing was there. He slept with a big machete nearby. Finally, the banging stopped and they all slept throught the night.
The next morning Auntie said good-bye to the young man outside and the neighbor from across the street came over. The neighbor said to her, "Did you lock your daughter outside or something? I kept hearing this loud noise and when I looked outside I saw this little girl banging on your door. Then she ran around outside very fast to the back, and then to the front again doing the same thing. I thought it was the weirdest thing, but I saw your lights come on so I went back to bed."
My Aunt was stunned, but didn't say anything. She went to the back door and noticed there were little footprints, small like a baby's going into the woods.