Hey /x/! I've been thinking about all the paranormal stories i've been hearing from my family my whole life, and realized i forgot a lot of them, especially stories my late grandfather told me. Him being dead, he can't repeat them to me and they are lost forever, still, i remember a few. So i decided to ask all of my family members to tell me their stories and to write them down. Also, if you want, i would like to write all of them here. Stories include: witches, ghosts, fairies, aliens, literally anything you can think about. So, i will start with one from my late grandfather, the one i remember the best, here it goes:First off, i want to say that my grandfather was a lieutenant colonel in Yugoslav air force, a pilot, stern man, no nonsense kind of guy, so i doubt he would lie for any of his stories. He believed in all of them until the day he died.He had a small "summer home", idk really how to call it, with a small garden and an orchard where he would spend almost every day since he retiered. The house is small, and the layout is important for the story. House has 2 floors, ground and first flor, but only one room on each floor. And, more importantly, you can only enter each room on each floor only from outside. There is like a balcony on the first floor, with stairs(now laddder, stairs rotted away some years ago) leading up to it, with the door from which you enter the first floor. I included a drawing(a REALLYshitty one i must add) so you can better understand the layout.So, one day he was tired from working in the orchard and decided to sleep there, in the room on the ground floor. He was woken up in the middle of the night, by the noises coming from the floor above, sounded like someone walking around the room. He reached for his service pistol on the table, and the moment he touched the gun, laughing began. He said it was like a classic witches laugh, like in the movies, a woman laughing maniacly. Rest of the story in another comment
Cont.He said he was frozen like that, with his hand on his gun, FOR HOURS. All the while, the thing above him never stopped laughing. Next part i don't remember very well but it was one of the two: either the moment the sun appeared on the horizont, or the first roosters crowed, the laughing stopped, like, just stopped abruptly to a dead scilence. He qucikly got dressed, took his shit, and bolted for his car and out of there.I can't say this is 100% true, but i knew my grandfather, and that man absolutely hated lying, and my grandmother always says he couldn't lie to save his life, simply didn't know, everytime he tried it was like a kids lie. But, i can tell you this, from that day, the man never again, not even once slept there. Even if he was like a mid swing with his hoe in the garden or wathever, if he spotted the sun setting, he would jsut throw all of the shit on the ground and just go home.Well /x/ that's it for this story. If you want more, just say it and i will continue.
Moar
