I’ve got two stories. Own that was probably made up from my sleep deprived brain and one that’s more likely to be real.

I’ll tell the sleep deprived one first. This happened back in my child hood home. I think I was about 11 at the time. My room had a glass door that lead out onto our verandah and next to the door there was a window that you could open. I had my window and the curtains open that night. I was on my computer and all of a sudden I heard the sound of jandals (or flip flops if you’re American) coming up the stair of our verandah and then the stopped right outside my door.

I was shitting myself at this point. I’d closed my computer so that there was no light coming from my room and ducked down underneath my window. I wasn’t even blinking because I was scared the person might’ve been able to hear my eyelashes blinking or something. Then a couple seconds later I hear someone say “No, this isn’t good” in a peter griffin voice. I’m not joking it sounded exactly like Peter Griffin. I then heard the jandals go back down the stairs. I closed my window and curtains and didn’t end up sleeping that night obviously.

Now onto the one that’s more likely to have been real and not my imagination. My family and I used to go camping every year on this beach. I used to share a tent with my parents and my older brother would get his own small tent. One year I decided I was brave enough to sleep in the small tent on my own. I stayed up late and it was about 1AM. I couldn’t really sleep so I took my little lantern and sat just outside my tent. I’d been out there for a few minutes when I saw this shadow like figure walking near the edge of the ocean. This beach was pretty private (there would be around 1 person on the beach during the day and no one at night). You only had access to the beach 2 ways the first was by coming down a very steep long drive way covered in gravel. This means it’s impossible to come down the drive way silently. The only other way to come to the beach was by boat.

I was a little sketched at first because I hadn’t heard or seen anyone come down the driveway and there hadn’t been anyone on the beach that day and I hadn’t heard or seen a boat either (it’s quite easy to hear the boats as it’s silent on the beach). I didn’t want to freak myself out so I just thought ya know maybe they’d been on the beach just behind the rocks so I hadn’t noticed them before now. I kept watching them it looked like they were just waking laps up and down the beach. They continued this for a couple minutes longer than stopped and turned towards me. I freaked I was about to get up to go and wake my parents when they turned around again and started walking into the ocean. They walked all the way in to where their heads went under. They didn’t come back up. I was scared I’d just watched someone commit suicide or something but I was too afraid to wake up my parents because they’d probably think I was crazy.

I just went back into my tent and waited the morning out. There was never any news of someone being found dead on the beach/in the water or even anyone going missing near that area during that time. I don’t know if it was a ghost or some other paranormal being but it spooked me.