23 Eerie, Paranormal Stories That Honestly Scared The Dickens Out Of Me

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“My sister and I saw Santa Claus in the living room in our house. What should’ve been a magical experience was actually terrifying. I was 3 and my sister was 5. We awoke to loud, hard shuffling and thumping noises on our roof. We wondered what it was, then we noticed someone was in our living room. Our room was down a skinny hall, and from our room, we looked into the living room and saw him. We saw a robust man dressed in red with his back turned to us in front of our Christmas tree. He wasn’t putting the presents down; he was sprinkling gold, shimmering dust onto them. Santa Claus, dressed in his red and white velvet suit, hat, white beard, everything. It was very obvious who it was. It was weird, though; he looked like an old school movie projection with fuzzy edges and static. Like a ghost.”

“We immediately looked in our parents’ room. Our parents were asleep, and we could see them sleeping in bed from our room down the hall because they had the door open. We even heard our dad snoring, so it wasn’t him. Santa Claus stood up straight, turned around, looked right at us, and with a twinkle in his eye, went ‘shhhh’ 🤫. He disintegrated into that fine, shimmering gold dust as he did that gesture. That was when we screamed bloody murder, ran into our parents’ room, and woke them up. 

My dad saw how terrified we were and ran into the living room. The door was open. Eerily enough, wet snow was on the living room floor and fine gold glitter everywhere. There were footprints in the snow. My dad, suspecting my uncle was playing a trick on us, angrily called him on the phone and demanded to know why he would do such a thing to scare us. My dad’s phone call woke my uncle up; he was still asleep at his house. He had no idea what my dad was talking about.

My parents called the cops and everything. I still remember the red and blue lights flooding our living room when they filed a police report. The cops didn’t take my sister and me seriously until my dad showed them the snow on the ground, the footprints, and the weird gold glitter all over the room.

I’m 32 now, and my sister is 34, and we still remember the morning we saw Santa Claus. It was downright chilling, and I can’t believe that happened to us. Nothing this overtly paranormal has ever happened to me since then.”

—2short4-a-hihorse