In the outskirts of Jakarta, near an old cemetery, a chilling legend has haunted the locals for generations. It’s the story of Hantu Jeruk Purut, the headless priest who roams the cemetery at night, accompanied by his black dog.

The tale begins in the colonial era, when the cemetery was still new. There was a priest named Father Alim who served the local community with kindness and dedication. However, one fateful night, he was brutally murdered, and his head was severed from his body. His spirit, unable to find peace, began to haunt the cemetery, searching for his lost head.

Years later, the legend of Father Alim had become a ghost story told to frighten children and thrill seekers. However, for those who had encountered the Hantu Jeruk Purut, it was no mere tale.

One humid night, a group of teenagers, eager for a thrill, decided to test the legend for themselves. Led by Raka, they made their way to old cemetery under the cover of darkness. Armed with flashlights and fueled by nervous laughter, they entered the cemetery, the air thick with anticipation and fear.

They followed the narrow, winding paths through the gravestones, the moon casting eerie shadows. As they ventured deeper, the atmosphere grew heavier, and the faint howl of a dog echoed in the distance. The group exchanged uneasy glances but pressed on, determined to find the headless priest.

Suddenly, one of the teens, a girl named Sari, stopped dead in her tracks. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, her voice trembling. The others paused, straining to listen. From the darkness ahead, the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached—heavy, measured, and accompanied by the soft padding of a dog.

The teenagers' flashlights flickered and dimmed, casting long shadows that seemed to dance and writhe among the gravestones. The air grew colder, and an unnatural stillness settled over the cemetery. Then they saw him.

A figure emerged from the gloom, clad in the tattered remnants of a priest's robe. His body was tall and gaunt, but where his head should have been, there was nothing but a gaping, black void. By his side padded a large black dog, its eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

Raka and his friends were frozen with fear as the headless priest slowly advanced, the dog by his side growling softly. Father Alim's spirit seemed to search for something, his movements deliberate yet hauntingly slow. The boys realized they were in the presence of a restless spirit trapped in an endless loop of torment.

Desperation surged through Raka's veins as he racked his brain for a solution. He remembered an old tale his grandmother used to tell—a way to appease restless spirits by offering prayers or items they held dear in life. Summoning his courage, Raka whispered a prayer under his breath, hoping it would calm the spirit.

The headless priest paused, as if listening. The ghostly dog's growling softened, and for a moment, it seemed as if the air grew warmer. But just as quickly, the priest resumed his eerie march, his hand reaching out as if searching for his lost head.

Thinking quickly, Raka took off his jacket and threw it over a nearby gravestone, creating a crude head-like shape. "Please, Father Alim," he begged, "find peace and rest." The ghostly figure hesitated, the void where his head should be turned towards the makeshift head on the gravestone.

To their astonishment, the headless priest knelt before the gravestone, his form shimmering as though he was fading. The dog sat down beside him, its glowing eyes dimming. The friends watched in awe and fear as the spirit seemed to bow in acceptance.

With a final, mournful look, Father Alim's ghost vanished, leaving only the echo of his tragic tale behind. The dog disappeared into the shadows, and the oppressive air lifted, replaced by the natural sounds of the night.

The teenagers hurried back to the village, their hearts racing but their spirits oddly relieved. The legend of Hantu Jeruk Purut lived on, but they knew they had witnessed something extraordinary.

From that night on, the villagers held regular prayers at the cemetery, ensuring the headless priest's spirit remained at rest. And Raka and his friends would forever carry the memory of their encounter with the headless priest and his black dog—a haunting reminder of the thin veil between the living and the dead.

Hello, I wanted to share my experience and see if anyone has experienced anything similar….

Back in 2016, I used to frequent vista hermosa in Los Angeles after the park hours. I was young, and adventurous and would simply drive out there, jump the fence from the back street. sit on the bench. Smoke a blunt, enjoy the night lights and then head back home. I always sensed a presence that I wasn’t alone, but I always mentally told my self I was just paranoid high and didn’t think much of it.

It never showed itself until I visited with someone else.

HERES THE STORY OF THAT NIGHT: Upon jumping, like I always did in the past, I met a grey cat in the stairs. I’m not one to be scared of animals, but it was weird to me that the cat didn’t move, or flinch, or run away(like normal cat behavior). It stared right back at me, until I was about 2 steps away and then jumped in the water/pond area. Also I must state, the cat had green eyes that glared bright in the reflection of the light.

Anyways, we walked to sit in bench, & sparked up the blunt. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching. Sure enough when I turned back, I seen a white figure playing pick-a-boo from one of the bushes located across the field from behind the bench. At the first glance, I thought it was just a homeless person in the park, with a painters uniform clothing(painters wear all white) and didn’t get scared. It was after the 3rd time I looked back (each time they hid back in the bush) I told the person I was there with that I felt uneasy and we should go.

With out hesitation we turned off the blunt, both got up, and made our way back to the exit from where we came from. As we’re approaching the stairs again, the white figure crossed us , but the whole time it was their back ( we were about 20 feet away) and in a split second, the figure drops into all fours, hands and feet, then did the exorcist type of walk. It Look back towards us, and I seen the same exact glare the cats eyes eyes had. In that moment I felt my heart stop. I was scared. I asked the person I was with if they seen that, their response was “what?” Then I said “that” pointing toward the figure but when they turned to look it was gone.

I find it interesting that it decided to show itself as we were exiting the park. And find it even more interesting it decided to show itself only to me, and the one time I decided to visit with someone else.

I’m wondering if anyone has had any similar experience there? Or similar to my story? Please let me know. I would love to hear yours. Thanks!

Posting this because I was asked to do so in the spirit of Halloween.

Paramedic here. We had a DOA call to a house. Police were on the way. Elderly man died in the bathroom (happens a lot). We transferred the dead body and stayed to cover. It was pouring outside.. a loud, world-blurring kind of rain, but it was otherwise very quiet and I think that’s why we kept thinking we were hearing things in the house. Small feet. My partner went to check in case there was an animal like a cat that would go neglected or anyone else in the home. Found neither.

We cleared the scene, and were heading back to the truck when the family pulled up. The wife of the man who died (also very old) was in the car. While her daughter went inside, I went over to give my condolences and encourage her to stay put because it was storming. She was a sweet old lady. Extremely calm. Not all there. Our brief conversation died and I was about to leave because I was getting soaked when she looked right past me and said “there are children in the trees”.

I don’t know why; maybe it was because she said it so matter of factly, but it creeped me out. I turned around to follow her gaze and looked up at the trees. I still remember the way the rain was falling—thick and heavy, it suddenly made me feel nauseous.

Got back to the truck and the locking system started glitching on me (lock/unlock/lock/unlock). I finally got in and we drove off. After some time the patient compartment lights started flashing. No one was back there.

This encounter happened a couple years back but I still can't shake it off. The night begins like any other night I'm laying in bed peacefully watching TV when my eyes start to get heavy. I turn the TV off and my room goes dark for a moment before the home screen of my TV lights my room just a little. I sleep on my side facing my door with a blanket covering everything other than my face. Behind me is a wall and a window. I remember awakening to the sound of a subtle footstep. I ignore it because I think it's my mom peaking in on me to make sure I was asleep but i heard no other sounds and it was eerily quiet. I open my eyes just a little to see the edge of a pink dress and a hand that was at least 1 foot away from the side of my bed. At first I thought it was someone playing a prank on me. My mom had this life sized Barbie doll she let my little sister play with so I assumed they put it beside my bed to scare me but as I uncovered my face more from the blanket I seen that it wasn't the doll but a girl in a pink dress was standing beside my bed. I was frozen in fear and couldn't move for what felt like hours. The whole time I was staring at this thing I heard very heavy breathing. I finally had the courage to peek up from under the covers only to discover that she had no head. It looked like halfway up her neck was just a jet black shadow I couldn't see anything else past that point. When I woke up the next morning I stepped out of bed only to find a set of foot prints where the girl was standing and the couldn't have been mine because the toes were facing my bed and my door was shut all night. Thank you for reading!

So, I'm generally a skeptic about supernatural things, but mostly in the sense that I don't think they exist strictly within the confines of whatever our most popular definitions happen to be at the time. What we perceive is also limited by our ability to perceive, and our brains love to fill in the blanks when we don't understand what we're experiencing. That being said, I have seen what I can only describe as spirits/entities throughout my life, and there is no grounded/realistic explanation for what I've seen - I do not have schizophrenia or sleep paralysis, I have never used hallucinogenic drugs, and I am not so desperate for attention that I would feel the need to trick myself into having false memories just for the sake of gaining clout or an inflated sense of importance. I am sharing this one story now because I believe it is interesting, and I don't want my memory of it to become lost to time.

Early in September of last year (2023) here in Austin, TX, I was woken up around 0400 by my smoke alarm going off. It had been raining, and several gallons of rusty brown water had pooled in the inaccessible cavity above my top/third-floor apartment - the water had funneled into/drained through the smoke alarm in my living room, frying it and leaving a large slimy puddle on the floor (and yes, I slipped on it cartoonishly). I sopped up the mess and set up a large metal bowl below the leak, then I went back to bed because I had to work in a few hours.

I had had very few unusual problems with the apartment for the 5 years leading up to this (though I felt like I was always being watched, my foot was grabbed/wiggled once, and I had only occasionally been woken up by shouts/breaths by my face), and the complex was built in 2015, but a week after the initial leak I started to find the hand towels in my bathroom strewn across the floor. The first five times I didn't see how they ended up there, so I figured that maybe I was placing them on the towel rack precariously and the A/C was knocking them down - the next 6 times it happened though, I saw the towels launch off the rack at a 90° angle from the wall with enough speed/force to bounce off the opposing wall. I was living alone with no pets and working from home, and each occurrence was during the daytime when my A/C was turned off, and after the first 5 unseen occurrences it would only happen when I was looking at it.

The apartment's maintenance team patched up the first leak in my ceiling after about 2 weeks, but then we had a major hailstorm and the roof above my ceiling became even more damaged. Leaks bubbled and dripped across the ceiling in every room and were not fixed for 3 months - I was extremely anxious about the ceiling potentially collapsing, and the activity got worse/more frequent throughout this time period. In addition to towels still launching in the bathroom and then in the kitchen, kitchen pans flung onto the ground when they had been sitting on the drying rack next to the sink - one time I didn't even hear the pan move, I left it sitting flat by the sink after cleaning it and I went into the other room, then when I came back it was ~9 feet away over by the front door.

During this time I'd often hear loud stomps moving across the ceiling late at night (between 2200 and 0300) - I was on the third/top floor and there was no way to access the sloped roof, and it was far too late in the day for a lone roofing contractor to be up there with a 30+ ft ladder. The only rational non-paranormal explanation I could think of was that it was an auditory illusion, where the stomps were being made by a person either below or to the side of my unit and the vibrations traveled up through the walls and out of different places in my ceiling. The thumps were arrhythmic and differed in intensity, and they did not occur during any other time of day, so I ruled out plumbing/HVAC.

I also started to hear heavy scratching/scraping in the walls and across the ceiling near my bed, and only at night, but that could easily be attributed to pests/wildlife (and I had seen raccoons lumbering about the neighborhood) - given what happened next, though, it seems relevant.

I occasionally addressed the entity throughout this three month period, stating something along the lines of, "It's okay that you live here as long as you're a good roommate, please don't try to scare or hurt me and please don't break my stuff, I mean you no harm."

The activity reached its first true peak one evening in November - I was sitting in my oversized bean bag chair watching YouTube (living the dream) when I felt a sharp sting like a papercut on my right shin. I pulled my leg back as a reflex, then I saw a single thin red scratch running 3-4 inches vertically down my lower shin. At this point, I went to put some Neosporin on it, then I tried to dispel whatever energy had done this. I went into each room and (rather cheesily) asserted "I REJECT ALL NEGATIVE ENERGY, I ACCEPT ALL POSITIVE ENERGY, I PROJECT THAT POSITIVE ENERGY BACK INTO THE WORLD. YOU MAY NOT HARM ME IF YOU WISH TO EXIST HERE. I MEAN YOU NO ILL WILL." The tension in the apartment changed into something less hostile, though it still felt like I was trapped in a cage with a pacing wild animal calming down from a wide-eyed panic.

The next night I felt another papercut sting, this time on my right foot. When I looked down I saw a fresh bite mark, a full semicircle with deep impressions of three gap-toothed human incisors encompassing the three smaller toes. I felt a presence crouching next to me behind the chair, but it didn't feel hostile despite what had happened - it felt like a scared animal with its tail tucked, almost human. At this point I understood that something that had been residing peacefully in the crawl space was feeling displaced by the leaky roof/ceiling - it didn't like the situation any more than I did, but it was growing impatient. Whether or not this presence was the same one that bit/scratched me or the same one that had been throwing things, I'll never truly know. I put some Neosporin on the fresh bite mark, then I changed my assertion to, "BE AT PEACE, THEY WILL FIX THIS SOON AND YOU CAN FINALLY REST AGAIN. IN THE MEANTIME, DO NOT TOUCH ME, I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN TO SPEED THEM UP BUT IT'S BEYOND MY CONTROL. I MEAN YOU NO HARM, BE WELL" and the tension/pressure in the room quickly dissipated.

I stupidly didn't take any photos of the scratch/bite, primarily because I didn't want my feet pics to be out there, but both injuries took about 5-6 weeks to heal/fade.

The activity became limited to impatient stomping sounds for the next few weeks after the bite, then in mid-December when they finally fixed/replaced my ceiling the activity ended abruptly, and the tension in the air was completely gone (for a time).

Later in January, the roofers finally came and spent five days from 0700 to 1830 hammering/drilling/ripping apart the damaged roof and replacing it with a new one. This process was extremely loud/violent, and the vibrations were strong enough to crack the tiles in my shower. During this five-day stretch, the nightly stomping and daily towel-throwing returned, the lid of my garbage can violently flipped open and popped off its hinges, and this time I actually saw the upset presence sulking in the corner.

It looked like a lean/emaciated adolescent with sullen cataracted eyes, gapped teeth, dark matted hair of medium length, pale blueish-grey skin, and they were wearing a plain-but-filthy white tee shirt and boxer shorts. They looked damp, cold, and sad while sitting there between my chair and the wall, holding their knees, clouded eyes searching in my direction, taking deep labored breaths. I froze while looking at them, and after what seemed like 5-10 seconds they were gone.

At this point, I didn't want to feed any more of my fear or anxious energy to it, and I didn't even want to acknowledge or invoke the presence until I had found some way to protect myself - I didn't know if it was something to legitimately feel sorry for, or if it was something that wanted to trick me into opening myself up to it through empathy. I bought/started burning white sage candles the next day, and I kept them burning almost any time I was present and awake inside the apartment (given the history of things being thrown, I didn't want to leave a flame unsupervised). I'd occasionally carry one of these candles and "cleanse" every corner of every room, reciting "I wish you peace, I wish you happiness, I wish you tranquility, and I wish you rest."

This seemed to keep things mostly quiet all the way up through late June when I moved out (there were still occasional stomps, and when I ran out of candles one day it threw a figure off of a shelf and broke a plate in the kitchen), though luckily l haven't had any such experiences in my new apartment since.

I'm not sure where this entity/energy came from, I don't know if it had been there the whole time or if it was something transient, I just know that I never summoned anything or went to any known haunted locations (bringing home attachments) leading up to this time period. The electromagnetic field did feel high in that apartment, which could discredit anything weird I saw after 5-5.5 years of prolonged exposure, but that wouldn't explain objects moving or the injuries on my leg. I did have many posters in reflective frames set up throughout the apartment, some of which were facing directly across from each other, and one popular idea is that mirrors facing each other like that can create a portal or vortex for energy. At the time, I was working at an exceptionally shitty job with an awful manager, and many documents I processed for this job contained information for/photographs of injured, maimed, and deceased clients. Several documents were quite graphic and distressing, and a lot of my childhood trauma was beginning to bubble back up to the surface right before all of this happened.

My unscientific speculation, and this is pure speculation, is that my heightened distress fed into the surrounding energy - this coincided with the roof issues, and amplified whatever was already going on. One or more entities could have been displaced from the crawl space by the leaky roof, or they could have been attached to the land for a longer time and were drawn to my heightened stress/negative energy, or maybe it was all transient energy drifting by that somehow became trapped and manifested itself in different ways - the only thing that's certain is that there's no way for me to definitively know what happened, and that's okay.

In 2013 me and some buddies were looking at this place in a part of main street there is a train that goes through all the time so I just wanted to say my buddy took a photo and when we got to out house we were freaked the fuck out a black figure was standing at the upstairs area I thought was it john he is one of my buddies he was an ex marine he never believed in the paranormal so I thought who was it so in 2015 we went back and we took another photo and a face with a long mouth was in the bathroom part so we never went back.

My family moved to an upper middle class town in CT when I was about 8 years old in 2001. The house was on a quiet dead end street, and was built in the 1960s, so needless to say it was not old or creepy by any stretch.

When we moved in I remember just being creeped out by the new sounds the house made, as any 8 year old would. From about age 8-14 I never really experienced anything strange other than the very occasional feeling of being watched, or seeing something in the corner of my eye.

When I was about 14/15 there were a lot of changes going on in my life, my older brother moved away to college, and both my grandparents, who i was very close with both became very ill at the same time and caused a lot of stress on my parents who were supporting them financially over this time. My first real experience was when I had a very strange dream and woke up to the sound of very heavy breathing that was coming from my room, like within feet of my bed. The noise went on for about an hour before I got the courage to sit up in bed. When I did the noise moved to my brother’s room down the hall, and then to my parent’s room. The noise continued from when I originally heard it around 2am until about 530/6am. It was unmistakably a heavy breathing sound. When I asked my parents and my brother about the noise, nobody heard anything, my father was the only one who acknowledged me saying “sometimes I have bad dreams too, but I pray and it goes away”

Shortly after this happened, I had moved to my brother’s room in the basement when we went to college. As anyone would, it took me a week or so to get used to the new noises in the basement and the fact that I was “alone” in the basement. The second occurrence was much more “evil” in nature.

I remember waking up after a very strange dream, again around 130/2 am. When I woke up I was unable to move any part of my body other than my head ( I’m sure many people will attribute this to sleep paralysis which I still suffer from, but this occurrence was 100x more intense than any other SP event). Shortly after realizing I couldn’t move, I saw a face, the best way to describe it was skeletal/ smoky in appearance. The face appeared mere inches from mine and it smiled at me, but in a very evil “joker style” wide smile. I was eventually able to say the name of Jesus, after probably 5 seconds, which felt like 5 hours, and the face/ presence left instantly. I commanded the spirit it was not welcome and commanded it to leave in the name of Jesus. Once I did that, the air in the room became lighter immediately.

Fast forward to when I was about 23. I had left home and joined the military for several years, and moved back home for about a year when I left the service. I started dating my now wife shortly after returning home, who would get “snowed in” a lot at my house wink wink. But being a strict Christian house we were not allowed to stay in the same room so she slept in the spare room in the basement at least once or twice a week. After a few months of this I was getting her room ready and she told me that “she hated sleeping in the basement alone”. (Now mind you I had not told her any of my encounters to this point out of fear of her thinking I was lying.) when I asked her more specifically why, she said that she frequently hears the sound of very heavy breathing moving around in different areas of the basement. She also said that she hears someone walking around upstairs (pacing) for hours in the same area. The area she specified where it was coming from was the upstairs living area, an area seldom used, and definitely not early in the morning for hours at a time.

Unrelated, but in the time I lived there and had friends over, a number of them said they didn’t like staying in my house, and most of them refused to stay the night.

The end.

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I’m from India age 25 from very young age I’m afraid of ghosts and I can’t stay if there is no light but I always felt someone watching me and I never seen ghost in real life. when I was born my parents shifted to new rented house and our family stayed for one year but before us there was women who was burnt alive I mean sucide or for dowery and I found out when I was 18 and I always had dream where I was in house and people would lock door and burn house so both my dreams and incident happened was similar. I never saw ghost but I feel it’s protecting me I never had major accidents nd whenever I get into trouble I almost get out it but I’m struggling to get success. So my question is it possible to ghost protect me

I'm currently a high school freshman at a international school in Malaysia, I consider my homeroom a group of ok people, when they were not treating me like shit about my dreams of going to a Japanese college I was bullied for not just that but my autism as well it made me feel extremely miserable as hell, unable to sleep, and worse yet making me not even want to be at school but had to wear a false smile to live through the day, this was day 34 of the bullying and after just raging out on my homework i just fell asleep or accurately cried myself to sleep, thats when the dreams began... i was in a black void, a black space, then i saw a creature, had the typical demon description, half human, goat head, shark like teeth, wings, forked tail, the thing was jet black, and those red evil eyes, it just stood there is if waiting for something, then i woke up, 2 nights later after a severe case of bullying (these dreams happen when i think/feel angry) i was in that dream again, he smiled... a psychotic simile... right at me and i woke up... and the final one which made me want to make this post was that i was in that black void then i saw that thing just run up right close to me lunging at me and on it's face a overstretched psychotic smile something akin to a serial killer before i heard this demonic voice tell me "Make a wish, and say goodbye to all your friends" that was the scariest night of my freaking life any advice on what i can do and maybe identifying what im dealing with, i hope it helps thanks.. il update if it or the dreams comes back...

In 2006 i moved into a rental house (Melbourne. Australia) with my daughter aged 6. The first week living there i started hearing footsteps running down the hallway and into the kitchen late at night & noises in the kitchen. The first time i herd the noises i went to my daughter's room to check she was asleep. My daughter told me she didn't want to sleep in the room with the purple walls because a little girl kept watching her sleep. I moved my daughters' things in the other room, and she stopped seeing the little girl. The running down the hallway noises and noises in the kitchen continued almost every night. After 6 months we moved out.

In a quiet neighborhood in Tokyo, there stood an old house with a dark history. Locals whispered about the tragedy that had occurred there years ago—a brutal murder-suicide that left the spirits of the victims trapped within its walls. The house had since fallen into disrepair, avoided by all but the bravest or most foolish.

One cold evening, Naoko, a journalist with a penchant for the paranormal, decided to investigate the house for a story. She had heard the rumors and wanted to uncover the truth behind the whispers. Armed with a camera and her notepad, she entered the house, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement.

The air inside was thick with a sense of dread, and the floors creaked ominously with each step Naoko took. As she explored the dark, empty rooms, she began to feel a growing unease. The temperature dropped suddenly, and she saw her breath fogging in front of her.

Naoko reached the staircase leading to the upper floor, where the family had met their tragic end. She hesitated, then forced herself to climb. As she reached the landing, she heard a faint, eerie sound—a low moaning that sent chills down her spine.

Turning towards the source, Naoko saw a figure at the end of the hallway. It was a woman with long, dark hair covering her face, dressed in a tattered white gown. The woman’s head slowly lifted, revealing hollow, blackened eyes that seemed to bore into Naoko's soul.

Frozen with terror, Naoko remembered the legend: the spirit, cursed by her violent death, was doomed to repeat her final moments over and over, spreading her curse to those who encountered her. The moaning grew louder, and the ghostly woman began to crawl towards Naoko, her movements jerky and unnatural.

Naoko's survival instincts kicked in. She turned and ran, but the spirit was relentless, her moans echoing through the house. Desperation filled Naoko as she reached the front door, only to find it jammed shut. The spirit was almost upon her, her hand reaching out, fingers twisted and gnarled.

In a final act of defiance, Naoko grabbed her camera and took a photo of the ghostly figure, the flash momentarily blinding the spirit. Seizing the opportunity, Naoko yanked the door open and fled into the night.

She never returned to the house, but the experience left her deeply haunted. The photo she took that night showed the ghostly figure in shocking detail, a grim reminder of her brush with the supernatural. Naoko's story became a chilling tale shared among those brave enough to listen, a testament to the terrifying truth behind The Grudge.

Back in July me and my friend decided to go walking at night because his neighborhood had no street lights so we thought it would be a little creepy. This experience was very weird for us because throughout the entire walk we saw three of three specific things including 3 armadillos, 3 cars and we saw the same rabbit three times (we knew it was the same rabbit because of a large dark spot on its side) but we kept walking and then around 2:30 we decided to head back to his house since we were getting tired. That's when we saw the rabbit again. It was probably about 20-30 feet away and it hopped behind a house. So we kept walking by the house and that's when my friend stopped me. He pointed to a large black figure that seemed to have red eyes and it was about half as tall as the house. I was terrified I started sprinting and so did my friend. When we got back to his house we got something to eat and got on YouTube and on the home page there was a video called 333 and it was an animation of the Simpson but the bullies broke into the house and killed all of them. It was a weird experience.

My uncle was diagnosed with PSP and went downhill very quickly. He decided to do MADE and the date he chose was last Sunday. My aunt sent a message to family saying that at 7:00pm (also his chosen time)we light a candle with a glass of water to help him go through the light. I’d never heard of this before but read a few things and decided to do this with my family. I have a fiancé and 2 kids under 4.

Currently we are on vacation in the US, my family is back in Canada and in different towns.

Sunday the kids napped in the car so I went in to Target to grab a few things and some fun stuff we can’t get in Canada. I spotted two different types of balloons that light up and thought my girls would love those and I can tie them to them on Halloween for visibility. The remaining ones I’ll bring home for the next special occasion.

Fast forward to last night Monday (uncle passed away 8 days ago at this point). I asked my daughter if she wanted a snack and she pointed to the bag of balloons, I laughed and said “you can’t eat balloons silly girl, what do you want to eat before bed”? This went back and forth about four times until I gave in and blew up 5 balloons.

My fiancé says “hey guys grab the balloons take them outside and make a little video”. I figured like them playing with them for a instagram story or something. Once outside he gets the three of us girls to sit in a chair while he’s recording and says “repeat after me, we made these balloons for you uncle (name), we miss you and love you”. Then we threw them up in the air and the video ends. I told him that was a really sweet idea, my aunt will love it.

I send her the video and she expresses how much she loved it and follows up with a second message that says:

“Awww, thank you so much. I asked Unc if he could show me he was safe, and if there was something else out there after passing , to show me with balloons 🎈 ✨💕💕”.

I was kind of shocked and couldn’t believe it. I wondered if it was him or just a crazy coincidence.

She goes on to tell me that this was the second showing, the first showing happened the day after he passed away. I asked her to tell me what happened. This is her message:

We had (great grandson)’s birthday party on October 11. There was a few balloons left from the party. After Unk passed away the next day this one green balloon came up behind (my cousin) and hit her on her butt and went to the left side of her and around her face and scared her. Then it started following (my cousin’s son)💙 around and would go upstairs to find (great grandson & his mom). Then (Cousin) yelled my aunt & her dog are coming over and the balloons sort of walked down the stairs and into the living room and waited at the front window until they arrived.

I had zero clue about her asking my uncle to show her through balloons. Another kind of funny point is, my uncle absolutely LOVED kids but with his hearing loss, dementia & PSP he would be a bit too loud and not understand social queues. My daughter is extremely stubborn. He would want to tickle and hug my youngest daughter but she would be scared and crying, every time a few times a visit over and over. My youngest never warmed up to him though. Which is understandable, sad to watch but also always reminded me of how much he loved kids and how great he was to me growing up.

I said to my aunt that maybe her stubbornness with insisting playing with the balloons was my uncle’s way of finally winning her over. He got his way and she got her way lol. Anyways what do you guys think? Was it him coming to say hello?

I’m interested in reading stories

Hi, I just want to share this real history that still give the chills just to think about. Me and my best friend at the time started to go to the woods for smoking as we were teens, and near was this abandoned house, it was actually very new and really nice but abandoned, so started go there to smoke once we heard foot steps and left thinking someone was coming but not giving importance to it. Next time I was there with my friend we heard footsteps very close this time we look from the balcony and we she this lady with a baby carrier that is dressed like maybe 1800? Not sure but definitely very far from my life time and while leaving we see other guy next to the other side of the house that seems that came from the same time as the lady ( and this area was kind of remote nobady should be there anyway) we run for our lives to never come back as we both seen the same. Few years later I'm telling this story to my brother and then he tells me, when he was a teenager (his 7 years older) him and a few dudes from his class whent with the 3 witches of the school to do some sort of invocation in this same house years before I was there . His story: They were there they light some candles all holding hands and the witches sing/say the same spell/words 3x and then all the candles go off and the door slammed really hard and all of them run for there life's ... And also told me that one other friend was there doing graffiti and broke a leg jumping the gate running from "someone" also after they did this. more then 10 years later me and my brother still talk about and still gets us curious to understand what happened and we really think that the stories are connected.

Does anyone was any ideia of what happened?

Growing up in an old home was something I had grown used to as a child. I was used to the creaks and noises a home makes and could explain away the sounds to "settling" or change in temperature or loose floor boards or air movement from windows that had poor seals. It was at night though that things seemed different and the noises seemed amplified. My bedroom was always on the main floor of the home and the third floor was for the most part unfinished. After years of sharing bedrooms with older sisters, my father decided to "finish" the front room upstairs while the rest of the third floor was unfinished and genuinely creepy. My oldest sister was the first to move to the upstairs bedroom and for her the space was a sanctuary. She being the tortured artist filled the space with paintings of serpents and demons which years later were thrown into a fire she made in the back yard when she turned to religion. I remember she would speak of footsteps late at night outside her bedroom door and dark figures in the room always in the periphery and just outside of her vision. I was much younger than she, in hindsight these statements were disregarded as the drug/alcohol fueled rants of a troubled teenager. When she moved out, the room passed to my other two sisters who eventually moved on and well I inherited the space. I had not lived in that room as I was at college and then moved away for a few years to live in the city. But, I eventually moved back and I wanted to make it "my space". I had a couch I bought for my apartment that I moved into the room and a bedroom set. I decorated it like a really sharp studio apartment minus the bathroom and kitchen, But, it was my space and felt like home. During the daytime, I could relax and watch tv or get on the computer and check out the AOL chatrooms (this was a long time ago). But at night an ominous feeling filled the space and sleeping in my bed which was across from the door to the room filled me with dread. I would hear footsteps in the early hours and scratching outside the door and I always had this terror the door would fly open and I would see something. I began sleeping on my couch which was on the opposite side of the room and the sounds never stopped but at least I was further away from the door. I placed a chair against the door at night and knew I was being irrational but the fear was very real. Most nights I would fall asleep and then it would begin. The shape on the other side of the room would move closer to where I was and engulf me and I would fight it off feeling strangled and then I would wake up. But was I sleeping? It wasn't like I was truly sleeping and the cycle could repeat itself over and over again night after night. The shape, the terror, the waking up but not feeling like I was really asleep. The sounds, the footsteps. Sharing my experiences with my sisters who lived in the space, they shared similar experiences. The sounds and activity were amplified when my father decided to "fix" the space. The cold drafts that could not be explained. The uneasiness to this day when I spend time in that space.

Now it's been many years later and the home is lived in by just my elderly mother. She has come to terms with the noises and sounds that to her are like familiar friends. She avoids the basement because something always seems to be watching her or just over her shoulder. The basement that was my dad's safe space with his room bench and various things that a man in his 80's would collect. I still feel his presence and have kept his space untouched. He died in that house as did my oldest sister, the tortured artist. Their spirits seem to be present in moments that I catch a waft of cigar smoke, just enough to think did I really smell that or was it an olfactory memory. The smell of my sister's perfume lingers from time time. But beneath these occurrences seems to be something darker and more hidden. Something that resides in the shadows. Something that gives me chills when I have to be at the home alone.

With the passing of time, I've become my mother's keeper. I'm always at the family home and every room and every item slaps me in the face with memories of growing up. I've had to make a decision to sell my home so I can live with my mom and be more present in her declining years. I've given up my life to return to the home that brought me such uneasiness and the space I have to move into in the upstairs bedroom. The night terrors have started, the moments of sheer terror that I haven't experienced for 15 years have returned. The shadows never went away.

I just found this subreddit because I really have no where else to discuss this. I’m night shift RN. We recently had a coworker pass tragically but I’m newer to the hospital and only knew of him because he transported patients and he was always in and out of all the dept. I didn’t even know his name. Sunday evening someone mentioned his passing and when I asked for a description I knew exactly who it was (he had a very distinct look, walk and air about him. I had a fleeting thought of how sad that news was but I didn’t know him so I got busy and never thought of it again. The next morning when my shift was done I took the employee elevator to the ground floor and to an area mostly just for staff. As I exited the elevator to head right down the hall I saw the guy who I thought had died to my left just a few feet away. I glanced at him and thought “oh good, he’s not the one everyone was describing. Must be someone else.” Then I headed the other direction and went home. That night back at work, people were again discussing him and I finally asked if anyone had a picture of him. One of my coworkers pulled up his FB and my stomach sank. It was in fact the guy I saw in the hall, 100% not a single doubt. So I blurted out “I saw him this morning when I got off the elevator.” My coworker said “yeah, that sounds about right for this place,” he didn’t seem surprised at all. But I’m shook. I can’t reconcile this. I know who I saw without any doubt but I also can’t believe I saw a ghost. My hospital is old and known for excellent employee retention so I asked several of the long time employees if there is ANYONE else who works in his dept that looks like him (we wear specific colors for each department I.e. blue for RN’s, grey for transport/radiology, black for RT etc). They all said there is no one else who looks like this man. Anyway, I’m baffled. Why me, why him, and why can’t I accept the possibility that I did see him? I’m fascinated by this type of stuff but I’ve certainly never encountered anything paranormal or remotely this bizarre. And I can’t talk about it at work because it sounds insane. I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.

We had recently been stationed to Texas and this was a brand new house, we were the first family to live here. Some of the encounters from this particular ghost come from my brother and mother. This ghost was harmless, but very present.

We had a dog at the time, she never growled, never bit anyone, and was the most gentle dog I have met to this day. She was very much my brothers’ dog but she watched over everyone in our family. One night she is in my brothers room with him, and she gets up and starts barking and growling where his door frame is. All the hair on her back was standing up, we have never seen her do this. A switch happens, and she then starts wagging her tail and lowering her guard, acting as if it was someone she knew was greeting her. Our dog was not shy to strangers either, she greeted everyone as if they were her best friend. After that she hopped back on his bed and went back to sleep.

We would hear footsteps outside our home, as if someone was on watch, walking around the perimeter of our house. My brother once saw a man standing in our backyard from the window, he calls to my mom and they bolt outside to confront the intruder. The man was gone, my brother said he looked like he was wearing some sort of uniform or chefs outfit.

My dad was back from deployment at this point, and my parents were asleep in their room. My mom wakes up, and in a daze turns over to look at my father, when she sees a boot. She looks up, and sees a man in a military uniform standing on the bed, one foot on either side of my dad’s head looking down at him. My mother goes back to sleep. I do not understand to this day how she fell back asleep but she says she was not fully awake and it didn’t frighten her at the time, but when she woke up in the morning she remembered what she saw.

Another day my mom was cleaning out her closet and reorganizing, looking for things to donate. There are books the military issues that lists the soldiers who have passed away including their picture. At this point we had quite a few of these and my mom kept them in her closet. She had them on her dresser while cleaning, when she left and came back, one of the books in the stacks was placed on the floor, turned to what seemed like a specific page. My mother thinks this soldier ghost who watched over us was trying to show her who he was.

We were never frightened by this presence, in fact I remember it fondly as the ghost who protected us.

Thank you for reading! I have a few other ghost stories I have shared on my profile and I have more I plan to write about.

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Edit: Since posting my mom has read over this encounter and had some things to add!

The same night our dog had acted up, my dad saw the shadow of a man in the light coming from my brothers room. He grabbed his gun and looked but there was no threat, of course. The next morning my brother told my parents about the weird encounter and they put the two together.

I had originally thought our “prankster” ghost was a different entity but my mom thinks it was the same guy, so the rest is the story of the pranks he pulled.

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My mom was in the kitchen, opened a drawer to get something, closed the drawer, and turned around. When she turned back, the drawer was opened. She thought she must’ve forgot, closed it again, and turned away. Around the 4th time she said out loud “Ok, you’re funny! Now stop it.”

My brothers friend house sat for us one time, to watch the dog, my hamster, and our cat. Every time he came into the house, my bedroom door was wide open although he was sure to close and secure it as to not let the cat in to disturb my hamster. We had carpet in this house and besides the supernatural, they could not understand how the door would be found open everyday.

One day he came in and found every cabinet in our kitchen wide open, we had approximately 20. He told my mom he fed the animals and checked on everything as fast as he could and got out of there. My mom found this amusing, laughed, and said “Our ghost is a bit of a funny guy. He was messing with you.”

My mom mentioned how she wondered if the ghost would follow us to our next home, but he didn’t.

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So this is a story I’ve been holding onto for twenty some years now. I’ve never told this story to anyone but I’ve been finding myself wanting to talk about it lately so figured I’d share it here.

My uncle passed away in the mid 90’s from AIDS when I was five. He and I were extremely close, and thankfully my parents still allowed me to visit him after his diagnosis despite the extreme stigma at the time. I knew he was sick and this was really the first time I’d ever been aware that someone wasn’t going to get better.

He eventually passed away about a year after his diagnosis despite being in a clinical trial (my family later learned he was unfortunately in the placebo group). I don’t remember the funeral itself, but I remember coming home from the funeral. I was extremely upset, ran upstairs to my room, and shut the door. I laid on my bed in the dark crying for what felt like hours but was probably only a couple of minutes. My parents came in to check on me and asked if I wanted dinner but I told them that I wasn’t hungry. They said if I needed anything to come get them and then closed my door.

Awhile later, my door creaked open by itself. I thought it was my parents coming back to check on me again, but no one said anything. I got up and looked into the hallway but no one was there. I closed the door and sat back down on my bed. A few moment later, a record on my record player starts playing by itself. It was a very basic record player where you had to physically put the arm on the record to get it to play. I got up from my bed and stared at my record player for a few seconds. I hadn’t remembered leaving a record on the record player, and the one playing wasn’t one that I usually listened to. However, it was one my uncle would put on when he came over.

Confused as to how the record had started by itself, I moved the arm back over and unplugged the record player. I hadn’t even laid back down on my bed for more than a few seconds before the record started playing again. I checked and it was still unplugged, the arm was still in its resting position, but somehow the record was spinning and I could hear the song playing. I started hearing a noise from across the room and when I turned around I saw that my rocking chair was rocking by itself. Not scarily fast or anything, but it was rocking almost in time with the beat of the song.

I wasn’t sure what was happening or what to do and I froze. I just sat on the edge of my bed and didn’t move. Eventually the song on the record stopped and so did the rocking of the rocking chair. As soon as they both stopped, it felt like someone put their arm around me even though I was the only person in the room. It was a weird feeling; in that moment I was no longer scared, but felt comforted. I decided at that point to just go to bed.

I woke up the next morning wondering if I’d dreamed everything that happened, however my record player was unplugged, the record that I never really listened to was still on my record player, and a blanket that had been on the back of my rocking chair was on the floor. I put the record away and put the blanket back on my rocking chair before going and waking my parents up. I thought about telling them what happened, but I didn’t think they’d believe me. I’ve always questioned whether or not my uncle actually visited me that night, but I’ve never been able to figure out any other explanations.

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In a small village in Indonesia, nestled among lush forests and winding rivers, there existed a story that parents told their children to keep them safe. The story of Wewe Gombel—a ghostly figure who kidnapped children who wandered outside after sunset.

Dewi was a curious and adventurous child, often ignoring her parents' warnings about staying out too late. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she found herself engrossed in a game with her friends near the edge of the forest. The golden light faded into twilight, and soon it was dark.

"Dewi, we should go home. It's getting late," one of her friends whispered, glancing nervously at the trees. But Dewi, stubborn and daring, insisted on playing a bit longer.

Suddenly, a chill filled the air, and an unsettling silence fell over the forest. The friends froze as a soft, eerie humming drifted through the trees. Dewi turned toward the sound, her heart pounding in her chest.

There, emerging from the shadows, was a tall, gaunt woman with wild hair and hollow eyes. "Wewe Gombel," Dewi whispered, terror seizing her heart. The ghostly figure moved closer, her bony fingers reaching out. "Come with me, child," she beckoned, her voice like the rustling of dry leaves. Dewi's friends scattered in fear, but Dewi was rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away from the apparition.

Wewe Gombel's eyes bore into hers, filled with a sorrowful longing. "I will protect you from the night," she said softly. Dewi felt an icy grip on her arm and a cold, overwhelming dread washed over her.

In a desperate bid to break free, Dewi remembered the stories her grandmother had told her about spirits and how they could be warded off with prayers and symbols of protection. Summoning all her courage, she whispered an ancient prayer under her breath. Wewe Gombel recoiled, her expression shifting to one of rage. With a final, haunting wail, she vanished into the darkness, leaving Dewi trembling and alone.

She ran home as fast as her legs could carry her, tears streaming down her face. Her parents hugged her tightly, relieved but angry at her disobedience. Dewi never forgot that night, and the story of Wewe Gombel became etched into her memory.

From then on, she always heeded the warnings and never stayed out after dark, knowing that the ghostly figure of Wewe Gombel still lurked in the shadows, waiting for the next child to wander too far from home.

The Cursed Saloon of Dodge Street The Legend: Deep in the heart of Omaha's Old Market, whispers persist of a cursed saloon from the city's early days as a rough-and-tumble cowtown. The building, now a trendy restaurant, is said to be haunted by the ghost of "Smiling Jack" Mallory, a notorious gambler and gunslinger who met his demise within its walls. Locals say that on the anniversary of his death, which falls on Halloween night, Jack's spectral form can be seen stalking the building, a malevolent grin plastered across his face. Patrons have reported feeling cold spots, hearing disembodied laughter, and even seeing glasses fly off shelves seemingly on their own. Some claim to have caught glimpses of Jack himself, a shadowy figure with a Stetson hat and a glint of malice in his eyes. The Historical Connection: In the 1860s, Omaha was a booming frontier town, attracting cowboys, outlaws, and fortune-seekers. Dodge Street was the heart of the action, lined with saloons, gambling halls, and brothels. One such establishment was the "Golden Nugget Saloon," owned by a ruthless businessman named Jebediah "Jeb" Carter. Jeb was known for his crooked dealings and his quick temper, and he often resorted to violence to settle disputes. One fateful night, a high-stakes poker game turned deadly when Jeb accused a young gambler named Jack Mallory of cheating. A gunfight ensued, and Jack was shot dead, his lifeless body slumped over the card table. Jeb, fearing retribution, bricked Jack's body into the saloon's cellar, where it remained undiscovered for years. The Spooky Twist: Legend has it that Jack's spirit, fueled by anger and a thirst for revenge, refuses to leave the saloon. He is said to be particularly active on Halloween night, the anniversary of his death. Some say he targets those who gamble or engage in dishonest behavior, while others believe he simply enjoys tormenting the living. There are even rumors that Jack's ghost can influence the outcome of games of chance, sometimes helping those he deems worthy and hindering those he despises.

OK. I've been working at the same restaurant downtown for years [6]. Things go off a random times the oven and towel dispenser. Both are motion activated with a laser. The oven would randomly turn on when no one was near it.

My coworker was in the front and I was the the back doing boring tasks when the oven kicked. I come the the kitchen the see she's freaked out.

Now I have others saying they've seen a dark haired man in the corner of their eye. Like no no no!

My coworkers would talk about a ghost in the building (hospital) who would occasionally roll a ball to you when you're working.

Usually the story about the ghost was hearing doors open and close and a few times seeing a bouncy ball coming down the steps. Of course I don't believe it... at best I figured a security gguard or environmental services employee is playing jokes on them.

Fast forward to the next weekend, when working alone, I saw a roughly 1.5" diameter black ball bounce past me... I don't believe in ghosts so I needed an explanation. I initially could find no trace of the ball I saw but wasn't willing to accept that I'd imagined it... after searching for nearly an hour I finally found it (it bounced high enough to land in something unexpected). Looking closely at the ball I noticed a hole with threads in the ball... using that hint I was able to find a geared butterfly valve handle that had black threaded balls on the ends. The vibration from the equipment had loosened them up over time (or maybe it was the ghost?).

I will start with saying was 17 years old and completely sober, had maybe drank alcohol 2 times in my life and was never a believer of anything paranormal. I always thought stories I heard or read were the fakest thing in the world and grew up with parents who talked down on anything paranormal or any ghost stories.

I was driving my girlfriend at the time home from her dads house to her moms house on a pretty desolate back road, not much traffic on that road whatsoever especially at night and there is only 2 houses on this road which are spaced out pretty far. This road has a 35mph speed limit and is pretty much 100% straight for about 1.5 miles and then there is a 90 degree turn which is marked well.

This particular night I had been driving on the road for probably 3/4 of a mile and I checked my rear view mirror which I normally do multiple times while driving and I saw some headlights behind me probably 1/4 mile back and didn’t think much of it but the lights were getting brighter and closer at a pretty good rate. I was driving about 40 mph and kept my speed, before I knew it the headlights were right on my tailgate and it looked as if they got in the other lane to pass, the 90 degree turn wasn’t too far in front of us now and I thought holy shit this asshole is about to pass me with a turn coming up. I saw the headlights in my drivers side mirror now and I started looking out of my window to see who it was driving like that and flip them off because it was a stupid move to pass there. But there was absolutely no vehicle that passed me, no more headlights, no sign of any sort of vehicle being there. My girlfriend had seen this happen as well. She told me to stop at the 90 degree turn and turn around thinking that maybe the car crashed in the ditch or went off the road. I turned around and drove back that way, went really slow and looked on both sides of the road. There was no sign of any vehicle, no tire tracks, no smoke from a crashed car absolutely nothing. I had goosebumps the rest of the night.

I still think about this moment frequently, I have told a few people the story but mainly keep it to myself because I think it sounds nuts. I still cannot explain what happened that night and it still gives me goosebumps to this day.

Has anyone else had any experience like this?

We were a military family who moved quite often. Of all the 14 homes I have lived in, this house was the most intense haunting I have ever experienced.

From the moment we stepped foot in that house, I could feel an insane heavy weight and darkness there.

There were a few bizarre things about this house. For one, someone was watching me. I felt as if I was being stalked in this house every moment of every day. I can remember how uneasy I felt. The two rooms I despised the most were my parents bathroom and my own bedroom.

At the time, I was around 10-11 years old, my brother was about 15-16. We had chores as normal kids do and one of those had to do with cleaning parts of every bathroom in the house, including my parents. My brother and I both refused to go into my parents bathroom. I have no idea how to describe this feeling, there were many mirrors in the bathroom and it felt like someone was standing right behind you at all times in here, at 26 the thought of this room gives me chills to this day. My mother did not question our concern and never forced us to be in there, thank god.

My bedroom was the worst for me. I did not spend much time in here as I felt the most seen in this room, and the dread I felt was immense. I would go to sleep every night hiding under the covers because it made me feel better, because I knew someone or something was watching me. I would hear whispers in this room, and my door would sway some nights. I felt as though my bed was a table that people were congregating around, as the whispers were different people, in different spaces around me. I could never make out what they were saying but to be honest I did not try to hear them. I ignored them every night.

I was lucky enough to have a box tv in my room, and it sat on my tall dresser. One day I’m in my room watching tv, laying in front of the dresser. I get this image in my head of the whole thing toppling over me, killing me. I disregard the idea as the dresser is real wood, extremely heavy with the added tv on top. The dresser handles start to move and the dresser sways a bit by itself. I got up and never laid in front of it again.

My brother and I would hear footsteps throughout the night, a few times we thought it must be a break in, but it never was. I never physically saw anything in this house, but I have never had a more fearful, intense, and horrible feeling living somewhere.

Thank you for reading.

Private Tan had just joined the Singapore Armed Forces and was eager to prove himself. The first few weeks of training were grueling, but he was determined to push through. One night, after an especially exhausting day, he collapsed into his bunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Around midnight, Tan was jolted awake by the sound of distant drums. Confused, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, straining to listen. The rhythmic pounding grew louder, accompanied by the faint sound of marching feet. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quietly slipped out of his bunk, careful not to wake his fellow recruits.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air sent a shiver down his spine. The moon cast an eerie glow over the camp, and the sound of the drums seemed to echo from the nearby forest. Tan followed the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. The closer he got, the more distinct the sounds became—drums, marching feet, and even the faint clinking of metal.

Suddenly, the trees parted, revealing a clearing bathed in moonlight. Tan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw them—rows upon rows of ghostly soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of the Imperial Japanese Army. Their faces were pale and expressionless, their eyes hollow and empty. They marched in perfect unison, their movements mechanical and precise.

Tan’s mind raced. He had heard stories of the Japanese occupation during World War II, but he never imagined he would witness something like this. He wanted to run, to scream, but his feet felt rooted to the ground. The ghostly soldiers continued their march, oblivious to his presence.

Just as Tan thought he couldn’t bear it any longer, one of the soldiers broke formation and turned towards him. The ghost’s eyes locked onto Tan’s, and a cold, malevolent smile spread across its face. Tan’s blood ran cold as the ghost began to advance towards him, its footsteps silent on the forest floor.

In a panic, Tan turned and ran, his heart pounding in his ears. He didn’t stop until he was back in his bunk, gasping for breath. He lay there, trembling, until the first light of dawn crept through the windows. When he finally dared to look outside, the forest was silent and still, as if nothing had happened.

Tan never spoke of that night to anyone, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the ghosts of the past were still marching, forever bound to the land they once fought on.

This happened about 6 years ago, when I was 15. I don't even know what the hell it was. I was hunting, and I had just stumbled upon a massive buck in a clearing while it was grazing. I was about to take my shot, before this ear piercing shriek rang through the forest. It sounded like a mix of a man screaming in terror and a cougar screaming in pain. I heard it running towards me while it screamed, but I was paralyzed with terror. I heard it get close enough to the point where it should've been in the clearing, but I didn't see shit. The deer didn't even notice the noise, it just kept grazing. At one point, it couldn't have been more than 3 feet to my left, but I still didn't see shit. Mind you, it was broad daylight, so I would've seen what it was if it was possible to see. The sound kept going for another 30 feet behind me before stopping suddenly, the forest was suddenly filled with a eerie, unearthly silence. I'll admit, I pissed myself a little. But who the hell wouldn't in that situation? Does anyone know what this thing could've been?