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When I was 15 in 2005 I was a bit of a troubled kid, but not too bad. I started getting into smoking weed, drinking, and sneaking out of the house sometimes. I had a mix of friends....some good influence and some bad. I never thought of myself as a bad kid. I was very friendly and a wannabe hippie, I just wanted to be out with friends on my terms and sought fun times. I had a habit of sneaking out at night to see my boyfriend who lived up the road. He would knock on my my bedroom window at night and we would go get slurpees at 7/11, sometimes smoke a joint, and I would sneak back into my bedroom. Pretty harmless stuff, but now that I am a mom myself I know how wrong that was for me to be doing. My mom found out about my antics and I was grounded for life. And she didn't let me sleep in my room because she wanted to catch my boyfriend knocking my window at night and yell at him (lol). So I had to sleep on the living room couch for a bit.

One night I was woken up on the couch with hands around my neck. I looked up and it was a man I didn't recognize....I started fighting for my life....mainly kicking my legs into his stomach until he fell over and ran off into the darkness of the home. I ran towards my bedroom where my mom was sleeping and she was already trying to get out of the room as she heard me screaming. She asked me what was going on and I told her a man was attacking me. She immediately ran to check the back door and the front door and came back to tell me they were both locked. She asked me if it was possibly a dream. I said I never could have thought it was a dream, as it felt so real. But maybe? She went back out and noticed the kitchen window was open and called the police. While we were waiting for the police we saw a machete in the living room where I was sleeping - it was my mom's machete for hacking weeds and it was always in our shed in the backyard, never in the house so we knew someone brought it in. We also found that there were bricks and boards stacked outside the kitchen window that allowed for someone to crawl in. The police showed up and started asking questions. The only description of the man I could provide is that he was a man wearing a black shirt with a white stripe across the chest.. I have memory of police talking to my mom at a distance and she admitted to them that I had been up to no good sneaking out sometimes. After that, they were convinced that I had either staged the incident or perhaps I was asking for it based on my past behaviours. They couldn't find any evidence worth investigating until my little brother spotted fingerprints on the kitchen counter. The police were hesitant to take the fingerprints but we insisted and they did take them. They also interviewed neighbors and the house next door to us had about 6 or 7 men living there and they were all lined up in the front yard being asked questions. A day or two later we got report back that the fingerprints on the kitchen counter belonged to one of the men next door. The report of their interview with him fit the description of him wearing a black shirt with a white stripe and muddy knees on his jeans. It appeared we had found the guy and the initiation to go to court started. There was a series of court appearances and it didn't solve anything. One of our neighbors across the street is close friends with the man who attacked me and she wrote in her affidavit that my mom hired the attacker to do renovation work in our kitchen (to explain the fingerprints, I guess). Which isn't true, we had never met him before. We didn't hang around the neighborhood for long - mom didn't feel safe living next to the man so we moved 4 hours away to a small town. Litigation continued and many delay tactics happened after that and eventually 3 years later, I was convinced by court officials that I should not proceed with the hearing. I was 18 and didn't know what else to do so I just gave up. The man got away with it.

Either way, I survived and blacked out a lot of memories. My family and i didn't talk about it much, if at all, and I just continued on with my life. I was talking to my mom today....nearly 20 years later..... And lit of the blue I said "remember that time I almost got murdered?" and in response she recounted a lot of things that happened during and after the traumatic event and I have zero recollection of any of it. My life has been a big mess since this event - more chaos ensued after that and I have always kinda been "on the run" and almost seeking out trouble. But I am highly skilled at masking too.... I have a great career and maintain decent friendships, but it's gruelling to keep it steady. I got a late diagnosis of ADHD a couple years ago but I am starting to convince myself that maybe I don't have ADHD and it could be something trauma related.

Anyways that's my story about almost getting murdered 19 years ago.

This was really the only strange thing to happen to me. I was about 16, sleeping in my bed at night. I woke up when I heard a loud noise in the corner. My room was very dark so I didn’t see anything. But I could hear my cat over there going crazy just jumping around and scratching things. I tried to go back to bed, but she was just have the zoomies on that side of the room. It went on for a minute or so and I couldn’t take it so I threw a box of Kleenex over there hoping to scare her off. When I turned to throw the Kleenex, I felt a weight at the foot of my bed on top of my blanket. I lifted my foot a little more and reached down to them

There was my cat, sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed where she always does.

What the hell was making all of that noise?

I got so scared and threw my blankets over my head and forced myself to quickly fall back asleep.

About five years ago, I went camping solo for the first time. I’d always loved the outdoors—hiking, fishing, stargazing—so I felt pretty confident. I was also going through a rough time in life: work stress, a breakup, and just general burnout. So, I thought a couple of days alone in nature would help me reset.

I chose a spot in the Pacific Northwest, deep in a national forest about three hours from the nearest town. It was late October, so the air was cold, and I knew there wouldn’t be many other campers around. In fact, when I signed in at the ranger station, the guy at the desk said I’d be the only one out there for miles. “Good,” I thought. That’s what I wanted—just peace, quiet, and solitude.

I spent the day hiking up to a small clearing on the edge of a dense forest. It was perfect. You could see the outline of the mountains against the horizon, and at dusk, the whole area turned a soft orange-pink. I set up my tent, got a small fire going, and had a quick dinner before settling in. With no one else around, the silence was thick, almost humming, and I felt like I was truly out there on my own.

By around 10 p.m., I was in my tent, bundled in my sleeping bag, reading a book by flashlight. Then, just as I was about to turn in, I heard something moving outside. It was this low, crunching sound, like someone stepping carefully on dry leaves, and it was getting closer. I brushed it off at first—could’ve been a deer, or a raccoon sniffing around. I tried to go back to my book, but the sound kept coming, closer and closer, until it was right outside my tent.

I held my breath, straining to hear if it would stop or move away. But then, nothing. Dead silence. I was wide awake now, my heart pounding. I grabbed my flashlight and unzipped the tent just enough to shine it outside. I didn’t see anything at first—just the trees swaying in the night breeze, casting weird, shifting shadows. I gave the light one last sweep, shrugged it off as a curious animal, and zipped the tent back up.

But I couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling. I lay there for what felt like an hour, just listening, waiting. Then, just as I was starting to drift off, I heard it again—the soft crunching of leaves. This time, the steps were slow, deliberate, almost cautious, like someone trying not to be heard. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. It didn’t feel like an animal; it felt…intentional.

I reached over for my camping knife and whispered, “Hello? Anyone there?” Silence. I called out a second time, louder, but still nothing. I took a deep breath, and with every nerve in my body tense, I slowly unzipped the tent again. I shined the flashlight in a wide arc, searching the trees and bushes. Still, nothing.

I went back inside, pulled my sleeping bag up to my chin, and lay there, tense and wide awake. I kept telling myself it was just the wind, maybe a fox or coyote. But the quiet was unnerving, the kind that makes you feel like you’re not actually alone. Then, I heard it—a whisper, faint, but unmistakable, right outside the tent: “I see you.”

My blood turned to ice. I was so terrified I couldn’t move. I didn’t even breathe. I lay there, clutching the knife, waiting for something to happen, trying to tell myself I’d imagined it. But deep down, I knew I hadn’t.

The footsteps started up again, circling around the tent, slow and deliberate, then stopping just behind me. I could feel someone—or something—right there, separated only by the thin fabric of the tent. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. Do I run? Yell? Stay quiet and hope it goes away?

Then, suddenly, everything went silent again. No footsteps, no whispers. Just…nothing. I lay there, frozen in fear, until the first light of dawn finally started to seep through the trees. As soon as it was light enough to see, I grabbed my things, broke down my tent in record time, and started back toward the trailhead. I kept looking over my shoulder the entire hike down, expecting to see someone or something watching me, but the trail was empty.

When I finally got back to my car, I saw that another car was parked a few hundred yards down from mine, old and beat-up. There was no one around, but something about it seemed off. I didn’t stick around to investigate. I got in my car, locked the doors, and drove as fast as I could until I was back in town.

To this day, I have no idea who or what was out there with me that night. I told a few friends about it, but everyone said it was probably just my imagination, or maybe a coincidence. But I know what I heard. I don’t camp alone anymore. I don’t even go hiking alone. Whatever—or whoever—that was out there, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like I’d wandered into the wrong place, and whoever was there didn’t want me to leave.

Me and my friends like to listen to new albums as soon as they are released, which means we are usually driving around at 12-2am on Fridays. Today was no different, Lil Uzi released his new album Eternal Atake 2 (it sucked btw). The town we were driving in could be described as a unique vacation spot for the wealthy. literally its like a pod for wealth people. Out of the hundreds of houses there isn't one under 10 mil USD and the entire town is surrounded on one side with ocean and the other side forest for 50 kilometers. Also the houses are empty for most of the year because the families only use them as vacation houses because they are so far out the way. So the place is very eerie and on Halloween of all days. At Around 2am we were on a small road that hugged the ocean, pine trees were thick on either side. About 200 meters ahead we saw a car parked on the left side of the road on the grass. At 100 meters two cell phone flashlights started waving. At first we thought they broke down, needed some help. But the way they were waving there phones was so frantic, not to mention the two people were damn near encroaching into my lane. I slow down to a creeping pace about 50 meters out when I notice a huge generator off to the right side of the road, big enough for people to hide behind. Now I'm suspecting trouble. I mean what's the chances they broke down right next to this box. I start to speed up a little deciding I don't care what they want I'm leaving them. Then my friend says what if they tied a chain across the road to block us (were a little paranoid) so i slow down again. This whole time we are driving forward focusing on the people with flash lights to our left and the box on our right that I wasn't watching the road ahead. now I'm about to speed past the people with flash lights when I see the body laying in the road. I slam on my brakes just in time. Our first reaction is that this is a over the top prank for Halloween. But it wouldn't make sense in such a desolate place, and certainly not in the middle of the road. That's when me and my friends get a good look at him. He's not moving an inch, and blood is in a pool above his head. By this time Its only been a few seconds and I haven't rolled my window down to talk to the flash light people, and I never did. In the moment I'm assuming this is a hit and run and the flash light people found him like this and have already called the plolicia. But I cant be sure that these people didn't do this to him and are now going to try and clean up the witnesses so I zoom off the road and around the body and never look back. Luckily about 10 mins later a convoy of police are speeding past us in the direction of the accident.

Apologies for format, I'm on mobile. This is my 1st ever post, so I hope you enjoy.

This took place back between 2009-2010, can't be more specific on time as it was a really messed up time for me then.

Here's some context that I think is important: This is the Albertville/Boaz area in Alabama, where I'm not originally from. This awesome guy, let's call him George & his family had taken in my young (18m) stupid self. George, along with his wife, let's call her Kelly, had a group they would go on paranormal investigations with, that I joined having been interested in such from a young age. George had a stepson, let's call him Jim, who was my age & we became great friends. Kelly had a paper route that on some Fridays & Saturdays, that me & Jim would do.

So late one Friday night, me & Jim had decided to do the paper route since we had no investigations with the group planned that weekend. We leave the house probably around 1030-11pm, go to Sardis to pick up the papers & start the route. It starts in Boaz, goes through many back roads and ends in in Albertville. We are jamming out to music, cruising & just having an awesome time. When we get to this 1 area on the back roads straddling Boaz & Albertville, it's super dark & roughly about 0115-0130am. We have to turn down this gravel road that ends in a cul-de-sac, where we got to deliver some papers. We turn down the music head down this grave road & spot the houses. Back behind the houses is just nothing but thick woods. As we are putting the last papers in the mailbox, we hear this guttural shriek coming from the woods, we look at each other and Jim asks if I heard it too, I confirm but before I can say more we heard it again, closer, like it was at the edge of the woods just 100 yards behind us. Jim decides we're done here & we are leaving, just as he gets up to roughly 20mph we hear that damn shriek again behind us. I look over to Jim & he's looking what I thought was at me, completely ashen faced. It takes only a second before I realize he is actually looking out the window beside me, I turn back & see it. It's dark, darker than dark, as I can see it's silhouette against the surrounding night. The only lights are the car's headlights. It looked similar to a large bobcat, but as if someone had drapped a tattered cloth over it. There were no legs to be seen but it was obviously moving quickly. It comes up alongside the car, never looking at us & stays there for several seconds. We are coming to a stop sign as this gravel road Ts out onto the paved road ahead, Jim slows down some & the thing pulls ahead just slightly, as we get to the stop sign it moves quickly forward somehow jumping up over the stop sign, but as it does so it's cat like head turns towards us & we see 1 large burning red-orange eye. It never touches the ground again as we come to a stop it shoots off to our right, letting out the shriek 1 last time. Luckily our route continued to the left. We are obviously freaked out & finish the rest of the route in record time, getting back home around 0300 when ordinarily we get home sometime between 0600-0700. We had decided we were gonna wake George up & tell him what we saw but when we pulled in George was on the porch, like he was waiting on us. He looked like he was about to tell us something but the looks on our faces made him pause & ask us what's wrong. We tell him, then he starts questioning us about what time specifically we saw this thing, where were we exactly, that kind of stuff. After about 20-30 mins of that he looks at Jim and says "Well I'm sorry to say this but Rick (not real name) hung himself on Lisa's (again not real name) porch earlier this morning." Rick & Lisa were 2 members of this group that I hadn't met, they had left the group about a year or so before I joined. It seems that during their time with the group, they had dabbled in Demonology, & gotten themselves in quite the predicament. This was told to me months before when I was introduced to the group & told why certain topic/studies were taboo with the group.

Without going into much detail as I don't know much, Rick & Lisa had dabbled in dark stuff, messed with demonic entities & even gotten possessed. Though most of that was eventually fixed their relationship didn't last through it.

Well it's seems that during our route, Rick had gone over to Lisa's & was trying to get her to take him back. He was apparently out of it like he was drunk or high, but strangely (Lisa's words) coherent at times. After about an hour of him refusing to leave & making a nuisance out of himself, Lisa had called the cops. She told him that & that he should leave, but she said he got real quiet, she heard some shuffling on the porch & then nothing else. She thought he had left, this was around 0100, the cops get there around 0130, & Lisa seeing the lights, opens the door & sees Rick hanging from the porch roof beams with his belt around his neck. Lisa's house was along that same road the gravel road Ts out onto, roughly 2 miles away, if we had turned right, the same direction that demonic cat thing had gone when it left us.

George guesses that Rick had never truly stopped messing with the dark stuff & that what we had the misfortune of seeing was something coming to collect what Rick owed when he passed.

I have a few more interesting things that have happened to me in my life, but this 1 is probably, imo, the most messed up.

Edit: Something amazing happened & I feel the need to share. Jim & I had drifted away in years between this incident and now, but, unrelated to this post, he reached out & we actually got to catch up! It's been almost a decade since we last met, but I'm going next week to hang out, I got my bro back!

I don’t know what I saw but what ever it was let me go. So today is Halloween I saw some thing on my walk last night. I love to walk in the woods at night and make survival shelters and sometimes when I can’t sleep that’s what I do. I live in small town in southern Minnesota and we have a lot of woody areas but they are small and scattered across the parries. The biggest one is about 30min away by car and is about 1,000 acres. I am 6/2 and 50% Native American, love extreme sports and I have a good affinity for being alone in the night whether it’s in the middle of the woods,Parries or evening town. So please trust me when I say I don’t get spooked easily! So here’s the story I couldn’t get to sleep last night because I am going on a date today so I when my for a walk in the nearby nature park and I always bring my phone, knifes and my bb Gunn in case of emergency where I need to scare crazy people and animals. so I was walking down the trail and I noticed that it’s very quiet I could hear the wind Sprinkling rain and myself so at first I didn’t question the silence just when I suspect that I was walking into a predator territory I heard a couple birds off in the distance . So I kept tracking on to the my hidden camp site . I was going at a slower pace now just as precaution when I noticed movement off to my left whatever it was.It was big enough for me to pull out one of my knifes and hold my backpack in my hand as I walked but most things leave you alone if you leave them alone. So I walked another forty yards.when I get a half way proper look at it. Whatever it was it was taller than me when I was on at the every least ten feet of higher ground and I saw its eyes it was looking at me and I at it. That’s when I realized that I not welcome because there was no other sound be sides me and the sound of snapping branches and a a deep loud thud thud thud and movement of to my right so I carefully and slowly back away after dropping my knife and pack and keep backing up until I reached the parries then turn to walk back wich was not a good thing because ten seconds after that I herd a warning call like nothing else I herd in my life I look back and see three of them look at me so I back up until I reach my dirt bike and ripped out of there as fast as the bike could go. I am glad that they only warning me. Because they could of done me in because I only detected two not three so be careful on Halloween nights you might find yourself in a bad situation

So I was just chilling and just scrolling youtube through my phone and someone asked me to throw the trashcan during very late night (usually normal in my daily basis). It is on an apartment and im at the high point of the floor (22nd floor) and I must go to the parking lot floor where the garbage bin located by using an elevator. After I threw my trash in the bin, I headed to the elevator and it is dark at that time and there were not much lighting added to the parking lot. So as I'm in the elevator going up, it somewhat stopped at a random floor (15 or 16th floor) and of course I stand still as if someone would go in the elevator but no one entered. At that late night, it is so very quiet and no one could be seen going out at that time because it was too late. So while the elevator stopped, I checked if there was anyone and I see nothing and I didn't hear any distant footstep. Couple of days later I changed my schedule to more early in order to throw the trash and I didn't want that to experience again since it scared the hell out of me.

Growing up in the same neighborhood your whole life, you get to know the community and your neighbors pretty well. What happened one night made me want to move out immediately.

I lived in the same neighborhood from elementary school all the way up till I got out of college. Everything was within walking distance, the people were mostly nice and I was a stones throw away from 3 really nice parks. Our neighbors, we'll call them the Smiths, were an elderly couple who kept to themselves.

Their home was a 2 story that sat higher than ours so their backyard was set up in such a way that it was like they could look down into our backyard.

I will say I used to get a little creeped out when I would let my dog out to piss at night and I'd see Mrs. Smith standing in her backyard alone with the lights off. I would call out to her and see if she's okay but I never got a response. Sometimes I'd see her husband bring her inside, so I'm assuming it was dementia or something that was causing her odd behavior.

In 2016, I remember it being around the time the first Deadpool movie came out, Mrs. Smith had passed away and not too long after that so did her husband. Their house went up for sale and it stayed for sale for months. Without them there, their home seemed creepy to me. Maybe it was because they had just died but I was starting to feel uneasy about the house, like something else was there.

Then one night something happened that I still can't believe.

My little brother was out with his friends like always and I had fallen asleep watching adult swim. It was around 2am when I woke up and I headed to the bathroom. When I passed the living room my little brother was crying and he looked pale. My mom and dad were asking him stuff like "what do you mean it talked"? and "are you sure you saw that"? I asked what was going on and they just told me not to worry and to go back to bed. I was already half asleep so I just took a piss and headed back to bed.

The next morning my little brother stayed home from school and I asked my mom what happened. She said he had seen something in the Smiths backyard that scared him so much he couldn't stop crying. My dad even went out there with a flashlight to look around but nothing was there.

I went to my classes for the day and when I came back my brother was in my room. I said I saw him crying last night and asked him what happened. He looked at me and I've never seen those eyes on my brother before. He looked desperate and scared. I just told him it's okay and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. He swallows and tells me what he saw last night.

He said his friend Andrew has dropped him off and he wanted to come in through the side door instead of the front so he wouldn't wake mom and dad. Walking up to the door he said he looked up into the Smiths backyard and saw a big dog with black and orange fur.

He stopped and stared at it and then he said it began to speak.

The dogs mouth remained closed but he could hear it's voice in his head. It knew his name, where he had been and what he was doing. He said it's eyes were a red color that faded into black.

He managed to unlock the door, go inside and shut it. He said he stood there sweating and covered in goosebumps then he started bawling his eyes out and couldn't stop. Mom and Dad woke up and came to see what was wrong and that was around the time I woke up to see the rest.

I hugged him and told him I'm sorry. I mean it sounded like my brother had just seen a damn demon!

I was confused because the Smiths never had a dog and the only way one could get into that backyard was by jumping the spiked steel gate they had.

After hours on YouTube, Google and Reddit, I think my brother had a run in with a hell hound.

Seems these demonic entities are drawn to death and lost souls. I still have a hard time believing it but I trust my brother with my life. I know he isn't lying and that scares me most of all.

Edit: thank you supersilver18 for breaking down my post into easier to read paragraphs :D

Hello! First I’d like to say, if you’re reading this for a YouTube video (as some stories get to be on), please read "skinwalker" as "fleshwalker" or other walkers; it’s a bad omen to say their true name out loud. Secondly, this is my story.

Back in the month of June, I had gone on a church missions trip. This was my first ever and possibly last missions trip. I had just gotten out of the shower trailer after working a long, hot, and sweaty day. It’s important to mention here that the building we girls were staying in was a church school.

I had opened the back doors (because that’s where the shower trailers were located and closest to get in) and saw my older friend, who we’ll call N, walking to the bathrooms. She was in her faded Dr Pepper t-shirt and standard pajama pants. She had a drawstring bag with her as well. I assumed she had some feminine hygiene products with her since she had just started before we came.

I was going to call out to her initially but decided not to, as I didn’t want to disturb the other church groups staying in the school. I got to the classroom we were staying in and opened the door. Inside was my friend N talking with her best friend, who we’ll call H. There were two other girls who we’ll call E and A. E and A were gossiping and H and N were laughing.

I shot N a weird and confused look and asked, “Didn’t I just see you going to the bathrooms?” She reciprocated the weird and confused look and said, “No, I’ve been in here the entire time.” She was wearing the exact pajamas I saw her in. H, E, and A were all looking at me now, confused. A spoke next and said, “That’s some ghost stuff.”

We decided to ignore what I saw, but I couldn’t sleep later that night. At about 3 AM, I had to desperately use the bathroom, so I sprinted to the bathroom and did what I had to. Right as I was going to exit the bathroom, I heard it: creepy and weird raspy breathing. I stayed in the bathroom for about 30 minutes and didn’t leave until I had safely called my mom. The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, the breathing was gone, and no, the breathing noise was NOT inside the bathroom. I didn’t have a single experience like that again the rest of the week we were staying.

I'm from London in the UK and I was out with my 2 friends Demi and Ava.

The day started very normally with me and Demi in a park having a picnic, the original plan was we'd all meet there and hang out but Ava was running late.

It's the late afternoon, me and Demi spoke for around 30 mins about life and all sorts and that's when Ava arrived. She had gone through a break up so I knew that the day was gonna be one of those quiet ones. We chilled and then she suggested we pick up a disposable camera and take it for a spin which we did.

We are from South London and Ava wanted us to go pretty far up to North London to a place called Stanmore. I won't lie it was a very beautiful area but then we got to the country park, for context when we say country park we basically mean a forest. I know what you're thinking you guys are going into a forest you brought whatever happens on yourself which is fair but me and Demi were looking out for our friend Ava.

So as the sun began to set we took a bunch of pictures on the camera and we were enjoying everything, after a lot of playing around and picture snapping we decided to have a lil rest, we chilled in a field and it was pretty nice, the sun was setting and we were gonna stay a little bit longer and then make our way back out.

While chilling I can tell you nothing felt off at all, it was normal, inviting. Like in those films you can always tell when the mood changes but at this minute everything was just normal.

A little bit later I really needed to go toilet so I left the girls and darted into the forest, I knew they wanted to have a chat about the breakup so I decided I'd let them have it. I found a tree and went toilet, this is when I started feeling uneasy.

It was those oh no I'm being watched vibes but I couldn't see anyone, the forest was just quiet except for the odd bird chirpping. I got back to the others and we chilled for a bit.

Then all the sound sort of drained from the area, there wasn't any sounds at all, no birds, trees rustling or anything. It was dead silent. We all noticed this and looked around at each other and then Ava saw it. We all looked.

Flying just above a few trees there was a bright light, we instantly were like plane, drone and everything we could've thought of but then it faded away and re-appeared in a whole new location, it was almost like it was playing for us, wanting us to run.

I realised Demi wasn't even focussing on what was happening so I followed her gaze and there was a human hand but it was WEIRD, it was waving but then hand was pale almost blue with veins and that sent us off we began running into the forest. I stuck with Ava but as we were running we realised Demi wasn't with us.

As we're running id glance back and id see something chasing us, I don't know what I never did get a good glance at whatever it was.

Me and Ava ended up making it back to the entrance but Demi was no where to be found, I called her a few times, she picked up once but we didn't hear anything for a few seconds until she asked for Ava which was weird because Ava was with me but then it cut off.

I was ready to go back into the forest and try and find her but Ava was begging me not to go in or leave her so I had to stay and comfort her. About 10 minutes later Demi came walking out.

She looked calm and collected but I don't know what it was she seemed off. It was like it was her but not her at exactly the same time, she was just sort of out the loop.

I didn't want to say anything in case she was dealing with something she saw. We all decided to head back home but this is where I think we may have messed up. Demi insisted on not travelling back with us. So we ended up going ahead and night she blocked us on everything, Instagram, our phone numbers everything.

I don't know what else happened but regarding the weird light in the sky I saw in 1984 someone had an experience similar with the light. But I don't know what to think.

I graduated from EPHS in 2011 and only went back when my little brother graduated. What I saw and experienced at that school made me never want to return.

For reference, this school is very very old. It was built in 1916 and was even used as a makeshift morgue for those affected by the Spanish flu outbreak. The morgue is in the basement of the building under the theater classroom. The basement was mostly closed off with the exception of the boiler room and the storage room. There's also these long pathways with short ceilings that lead to closed off rooms. One of those rooms is a perfectly preserved classroom that was abandoned and no one knows why. If you can get a light through you can see notebooks, lunch boxes, pencils, just all on the desks. It's like everyone just got up and left.

With all that negative energy it's bound to bubble up and it has. Teachers and faculty would tell stories of feeling cold and seeing things they weren't sure were there. It sounded like a load of bs at first but the school has photographic evidence of it's ghosts.

There's stories of suicide, tragic accidents, and even people using a Ouija board in the basement. I saw something one day that made me believe it all.

I was a theater kid back then. I used to get all kinds of crap for not being in football because I was a 6"7 juggernaut but whatever. The theater is where I liked to be. When I was a senior I had a lot of free classes so I spent most of my time in the theater or the theater classroom. Hell I even ate lunch on the stage most days. Sometimes I had a few friends join me but I was alone a lot of the time. Mostly by choice.

One day at lunch I went into the theater, turned on the lights, pulled out my mangled lunch from backpack and started eating. I didn't have mobile data at the time and I didn't know what the school wifi password was so I was listening to music on my ipod touch. As soon as a song ends I hear a loud crash above me that sounds like someone fell over with a box full of silverware. I look up at the catwalk of the theater and I see someone looking down at me. I don't know who they are so I wave and ask if they're okay.

No response.

I stand up and ask louder but still no response. This person looks like they're right on the edge of the catwalk too, like their torso is fully visible. They're wearing this dress that looks like somethings you'd wear to prom in the 80's. It's like poofy.

I take a breath and start to ask again but what happened made me sprint out of that theater. This person fades into nothing. Like they just became less and less visible until they weren't there anymore.

A cold sweat hit me, my armpits just felt wet, and I farted. I grabbed my backpack and ran my giant ass out of that theater. I tried telling my friends what happened but they just laughed and told me to shut up.

I only ever went back into that theater with someone with me and even then I had chills and I always felt like I was being watched.

Back in 2018 I was working security for the Plaza theater in El paso Texas. This was around November and El Paso Live!, the company that runs the theater, had hired some people to do a commercial for their annual Winterfest. I was posted in the Plaza theater lobby so I could watch all the equipment the camera crew had there as well as let the actors know where stuff was.

The actors were warming up inside the theater on the stage and the crew inside the lobby started calling all actors out to start filming. All the actors and crew members left the stage and the lobby so I was by myself. I sat down right outside the doors of the theater and started playing some pokemon go since there's a lot of poke stops around the area. About 10 minutes pass by and I hear knocking coming from behind the closed doors that lead into the theater. I didn't think anything of it because it's an old building and it creaks and pops sometimes. So I go back to my game and not 5 seconds later I hear 3 loud slams against the door of the theater. I stand up and step to the door. I was thinking maybe an actor was using the restroom and got lost? or they had lost track of time?

I opened the door and no one was there. The only lights in the theater were the aisle lights, the exit sign lights, and the ghost light on stage. I pulled out my flashlight and looked around the seating area to see if anyone was there. No one was there but something was. There was a light. A small but bright light that seemed to bounce around and spin in the center seating. I pulled out my phone and started taking picture after picture as this light seemed to move toward me. Then without any warning it shot all the way to the left side of the theater under an exit sign and slowly faded away. The entire time, I had my camera button held down. I back up into the lobby and start scrolling through the pictures I just took.

What I saw made my heart drop into my ass. There under the exit sign was a figure. This figure was small, it looked like a child with long hair. I went into the picture settings and tried raising up the contrast or whatever I could to make this figure more visible. What I saw made me not want to step foot in that theater again. Now I'm not scared easily. I'm 6"7, Halloween is my favorite time of year, and I was working downtown alone at the time. The enhanced picture clearly shows what appears to be a little girl with long hair holding a light of sorts. It kind of looked like a lantern. The flame of that lantern was the light that I had seen bouncing around not seconds earlier. The rest of the night, everything was quiet.

I work night shifts at a liquor store. There are some costumers who come in ask for almond chocolate nothing else and walk away. I asked my manager to order more almond chocolates since it's highly requested at night. My manager seemed surprised, during the day they barely sell any almond chocolate.

One night an odd guy walks in, asks for almond chocolate. I reply "I'm sorry we are out". Then he starts crying. He is going items frantically, he says " I need aluminium foil now". I ask him to leave the store. I sit down to relax and I Google aluminium foil and almond chocolate.

Turns out they do drugs using the aluminium foil. It's well known in the drug community chocolates with nuts are wrapped in foil to prevent turning stale. My fat ass would have never thought someone is more excited about the wrapping than the chocolate.

"It was October 29th, 2024, and we were all 15. About two weeks before, I had organized a Halloween meetup with my three childhood friends at my house, which is pretty isolated—set far away from the city and near some empty farms. It’s been a tradition every year to invite my friends over to camp out in a tent outside my house, but this time, I wanted to add some extra excitement.

For privacy, I’ll call my friends Ray, G, and Adam. Ray was the funny, tall, and average-built one. G was shorter but super chill, the kind of friend you could always relax with. Adam was my best childhood friend; we’d hung out almost every day each summer since we were ten and had been in the same class for six straight years.

They planned to arrive around 2 PM, and we aimed to head out to our “camp” area by 4 PM. Ray and Adam arrived first, so we set up snacks, packed our backpacks, and just joked around like any other 15-year-olds. We planned to get to the camp area using a couple of motorized bicycles and my dirt bike. I had my dirt bike, Adam had his own motorized bicycle, and I also had a second bike that Ray could use.

But, soon we realized that Adam’s bike had a busted clutch cable. We spent a while trying to fix it, but we only made things worse. By the time G showed up at 3:30, we had to adjust our plan. We decided that I’d take G on the dirt bike, Adam would ride my other bike, and Ray would wait back at my house while I made a return trip to pick him up once we got the others set up at the camp.

The camp area was about 8 kilometers away, requiring us to cross a quiet highway and then follow a bumpy, gravelly farm road. This “camp area” wasn’t anything official—just a flat spot in the middle of a field where I liked to go to chill and clear my thoughts. By the time G and I arrived, it was already getting dark, so I rushed back to get Ray. When we finally all gathered at the spot, G and Adam had already set up the firewood but hadn’t lit the fire yet.

It was pitch black, and the place felt eerier than usual. We got the fire going and started grilling sausages, enjoying the solitude. The area is always empty—no one ever uses that road. Then, out of nowhere, we saw a helicopter fly over us. We laughed nervously, wondering if they’d spotted the fire and thought it was some sort of cult gathering.

About three minutes later, we saw car headlights off in the distance, maybe 2 kilometers away. The car seemed to just be sitting there, with its lights on, but after a few moments, it turned them off. We thought it was weird but didn’t give it too much thought. Then we noticed a massive tractor, one of those with crop-cutting blades in front, slowly moving through a field about 200 meters away. We didn’t think anything of it at first, but then it started heading straight toward us.

We quickly moved our bikes and bags out of the way, but the tractor kept getting closer, like it had no intention of stopping. At the last second, I grabbed our helmets and moved them just before the tractor rolled over the fire, extinguishing it. Then, it stopped right there, turned off its lights, and just stood still.

It was pitch dark, and we couldn’t see inside the cab. We all stood there, creeped out, wondering why it would almost run us over and then just stop. The tractor stayed in place for what felt like an eternity. None of us could see a thing inside, and the thought that someone was just sitting there, silently watching us, gave us chills.

Finally, I told everyone to pack up as fast as possible. Two of my friends somehow squeezed onto the back of my dirt bike, and Adam got onto the motorized bike. We sped off, with one of my friends clinging on and nervously looking back. He said the tractor was still just sitting there in the dark, without its lights on, as we got about 100 meters away.

After a tense, silent ride, we finally made it back home about 20 minutes later. We tried to brush it off, only mentioning it once, but the whole experience left us shaken.

Now, thinking back, I can’t help but wonder what the driver’s intentions were. Why would someone drive so close to us, extinguish our fire, then just sit there in silence? I keep imagining that while we were staring into that dark cab, maybe the driver had already slipped out of the tractor, silently watching us from behind one of the wheels, hidden in the shadows just a few steps away, for those straight 5 minutes"

The thought still sends chills down my spine.

I don't even remember how I got separated from my dad but I did when I was 9. It was at a festival. I somehow ended up hugging a stranger for a long time. I realized they were not my dad when they asked if I wanted food. They sort of tried to prevent me from leaving. Then asked "are you looking for someone?". Then I found my dad and he was relieved. I didn't tell my parents about the guy though. I felt embarassed. It was scary to me as a kid tbh. I don't know how I even ended up hugging them or thinking they were my dad. They didn't look like my Dad even.

I was walking to school in Grade 11 and I was across from the school when a lady came up to me and asked if I was lost. I said I wasn't and she didn't believe me. There was a man with her who I think was her husband. They kept asking if I wanted to get coffee with them if I was lost. I told them I was going to school. I'm still curious about it. I was wearing a backpack across from a school so I don't get why they thought I was lost. I'll always wonder what would've happened if I was actually lost.

I was having a dream and suddenly heard someone say" Wake up Somebody's watching you" over and over until I woke up. I was really shaken cause I was sleeping under a window on the first floor. Nobody was there but I was still pretty scared. I then never slept down there again. Also my dog will randomly growl at that window at night.

A lot of weird things have happened in my life to be honest. I have met a lot of strange people and here’s a story involving some of those.

I will start by saying that I don’t remember a lot of what I’m about to tell you, because I was only between four to five years old when it all went down, but my parents have filled in the gaps. My mother knew a lot about the family I’m about to tell you about, so she’s told me a lot. Let’s get into it.

When I was four, my mom and dad were friends with a married couple. I do remember that the woman had the same name as my mother, which I thought was pretty funny back then. The couple had two children; A boy the same age as me and a girl around the same age as my older sister. Naturally, that resulted in our parents deciding that the boy and I were gonna be besties whether we wanted it or not. My sister actually got along very well with their daughter and they became good friends. For me however, it was a different story.

This boy scared me. The only things I really remember of him was him breaking my toys every time they were at our place. He would rip the limbs off my Barbies and take out the fillings of my plushies. I was always in tears, picking up the pieces of my broken toys after they had left our house. I don’t remember what my parents ever said or did about it. I only remember feeling dismissed when I told them about it and they kept forcing me to invite him to my room every time they came to visit.

I also remember lending him my favorite My Little Pony movie I had on VHS and it was never seen again. I was so sad about it, but my parents didn’t seem to care much and eventually they just forgot about me ever having let him borrow the movie.

My mother would usually sit in the kitchen with the boy’s mother and talk and they never wanted me around. I couldn’t seek comfort. The woman would even laugh at me and say to my mom right in front of me “What a weird daughter you have” and my mom wouldn’t even defend me. That’s a moment I will never forget, because that’s the first of many times in my life I was being bullied. That woman was probably the reason why her son was so violent and acting out all the time. My parents have told me in later years that she was an absolute psycho in their opinion. She scared her son all the time and was really mean to him. For example, she liked to joke about putting him in the oven and cooking him for dinner. She even said “I will raise the temperature so you’ll die quickly” and laughed at him while he cried in horror. Why my mom wanted to spend so much time with her, I will never understand, but my mother has always had a tendency to make friends that like to manipulate and control her to the point she’s too scared of them to even defend herself or her own kids against them. It has happened more than once over the years.

I will never forget that pit in my stomach that appeared every time I heard the doorbell ring and that boy came rushing in, ready to make my day a living hell. One time he had brought a doctor’s kit that he had gotten from his parents. Imagine the dread spreading throughout my body as he gave me a big smile and said “We’re gonna play doctor today. You’ll be the patient.” I think that was the first time in my life I literally thought I was going to die. I realize now that he couldn’t possibly have killed me with a bunch of plastic toys, but back then I was terrified. In my head I was certain he was going to do the same thing to me as he had done to my poor toys.

He asked me to lay down on my bed as he opened the kit. My heart was racing, but to my surprise, he was actually gentle. For once, he acted like any other kid, pretending to listen to my heartbeats, took my temperature and gave me flu shots etc. That was the only time I remember not having anything to cry about after they had left.

(Trigger warning: Skip this next paragraph if you’re sensitive to animal abuse)

Then we have the animals. Those of you who are interested in true crime will know that most serial killers start with animals. This kid was as close to a psychopath as you get without actually turning into a serial killer (as far as I know of). Mom told me about all these things because this is all stuff I either never knew about, or don’t remember.

The family had a cat and none of them had seen it for a few days. It was an outdoor cat, so it wasn’t that uncommon that it was out for a day or two, but they were starting to worry. The mother asked the boy if he had seen the cat. He said no. It took around two weeks before one of the parents went out to the shed they had in their backyard. There they found the cat, starved to death. It turned out that the boy had actually locked the cat in there on purpose and pretended he had no idea where it was.

Another time when he was at our place, my mother had some newly hatched chickens and ducklings in the basement from eggs she had incubated herself down there. The boy and I had asked if we were allowed to go down there and look at them. She gave us permission. After we had been down there for a while, she went downstairs to check on us. When she came down the stairs she gasped in horror as she saw the boy standing there, throwing the fragile little chickens against the concrete floor, attempting to hit the water bowl as if they were nothing but toys. She never let him near any of our pets again. I’m sure there were more incidents involving animals, but these are the incidents I remember having been told about.

Now to what I think (and hope) was the last straw for my parents. The boy and I were outside on a hot summer day, playing in the backyard. Our parents had a pleasant conversation further away. This is one of those things I don’t remember at all, so I’m only going off of what my parents have told me.

The boy had gone investigating and found a pair of hedge cutters. Not the electric ones, but the classic ones that look like giant scissors. He sneaked up behind me and my focus was on something else entirely so I didn’t notice him at all. His father looked our way, just as the boy had placed the cutters on each side of my neck, ready to make the cut. His father screamed “Stop!” and ran towards us, literally kicking his son to the ground to save me. I don’t think I ever grasped what had happened at all.

After this, the boy and his father spent an hour and a half inside a little playhouse we had. That’s how long it took for the boy to utter the words “I’m sorry”, because he refused to see that trying to cut someone’s head off with hedge cutters is wrong.

Like I said, I HOPE this was my parents’ last straw. I don’t remember if the family visited us again after that incident, since I don’t even remember the incident itself. All I remember is the relief of eventually never having to see that kid again. I’m pretty sure he’s part of why I became a victim of bullying for years to come, thanks to me being afraid of everyone around me and acting “weird” around people. As far as I know, he’s living a normal life today with a girlfriend around 30 minutes from where I live. My mom has seen him a few times over the years and she says he’s become such a “quiet and charming young man”. She thinks I should meet him some day to see that he’s not like he was back then and maybe that would help me get over the trauma he caused. I just told her “No thanks. I don’t feel like becoming his first murder victim.” I hope I never see him again.

I actually have two stories to share considering both are rather short experiences, but still frighten me to this day.

There was one night I was sleeping over at my sister's house, I dont remember what I was there for, I assume just a regular sleepover, probably when I was around 13-15. I had just gotten into bed after turning the lights off, it was pitch black in that room, something I wasn't used to at the time since normally I slept with my door open with light peeking in at home, though this time at my sister's house I had the door shut, and there was no form of light coming in aside from probably the window. I struggle to fall asleep right away, especially back then, so I think I laid on my back like I always did, waiting for my body to choose whether it wants to sleep on its left or right to I could toss over. However, before I could get even close to that, I felt something. It started around my feet, I thought it was just the blanket dipping beside my feet, but then it kept going up my body, the blanket dipping harder, like something was pushing down on it. To better explain this, imagine you're under a blanket, and someone climbs ontop of you, hands and knees trapping you between them. That's what it felt like. It felt like someone had just climbed onto me. I was terrified, I thought it could've been a cat, but it felt far too much like a human above me. Out of instinct and fear, I kicked my legs up to push the blankets and whatever was on me off, but felt nothing but the blankets as I stood and ran to the light. I turned the light on and nothing was there. I even checked for a cat, but still, there was nothing, just me. I slept with the light on the rest of that night, it was difficult but it was better than whatever I had just felt. I told my dad and my sister about this I think, both of them seemed frightened by it too.

This next one was when I was maybe 16, maybe a little younger. I was sleeping peacefully in bed but then kind of just woke up suddenly, it wasn't exactly uncommon, but most of the time when I woke up in the middle of the night, I'd be thirsty, yet I wasn't. But then, after only, maybe a few minutes, three max of being awakened by nothing, I heard a scream. A scream of bloody murder. It was terrifying, and loud. I sat in bed for ages, terrified of what might’ve just occurred. Was someone just murdered? Was it a neighbour? I decided to go straight to my mother's room after a while to check if she had heard it too, only to find her awake. It turned out she had a nightmare, a terrifying one too. It wasn't uncommon for her, she's suffered from nightmares for years, but God it was terrifying hearing that scream moments after waking up. I dont remember what time it was, but if I had to guess, I think it was around 3 in the morning, but I dont know for sure. All I know is that it was still dark outside. I've had multiple instances where I've woken up just before something weird happens, though this one was one that has stuck in my brain for years, and I will never forget it.

In addition, this isn't really a scary story, less scary, more just.. weird. But my dad said recently when he was sleeping next to my mum, he woke up and saw an orb. Its dark in that room at night, so its not like he could've seen a bit of dust or anything. He said he saw an orb, and that it flew into my mother's mouth, and apparently as soon as it did, she woke up. He told her about this too.

Most of my family believes in ghosts and such, especially my dad's side of the family because my grandma believed in them and all supernatural stuff, which is why this kinda stuff frightens yet intrigues me. These stories all scare me, greatly, but it's also very interesting.

In my fucking small rural town, there is a dude dressed as Art from terrifier apparently walking around our less than 2 mile long town, stealing shit, I am 14 I have a lot of life to live, I am not ready to die

This used to happen almost daily, but for some reason it stopped in December. My room is not that big. I have a queen sized bed, a large drawer, and a built in closet. My bed is under the window, facing the door, with the closet on the right and the drawer on the left.

I usually listen to music until I fall asleep, usually around 10 or 11 PM. But one night I was really vibing to the music through my earbuds, so I stayed awake a bit longer. It was around 12:30 AM when I suddenly felt the bed vibrate, like in Jurassic World when the ground trembles. At first I thought it was just me shifting and shaking the bed.

But a minute later the vibrations got worse, and it felt like someone was punching the bed from the window side. Even though I still had my AirPods in, I could faintly hear tapping sounds. I thought it might be a bug or something small, but then it hit me. My AirPods have noise cancellation.

I took them out, and I swear the pounding on the bed was real. It was slow but heavy. This went on for a fat minute as I stared toward the window with the curtains closed, of course. Then the pounding turned into light tapping, and that is when I was like nope. I pulled the blanket over myself, though I have no idea why I thought that would help.

Suddenly I heard rats running and scratching inside the walls. It sounded like they were moving from the window toward the closet. I stayed under the blanket until I eventually passed out from the heat.

The next morning, when I got ready for school, my mom asked why I was so sweaty. I told her what happened, and all she said was, “Do not open the window.” Like, obviously? Why would I even do that?

I wanted to clarify, I live in a rural area with the town being about 10 minutes away on car. My closest neighbor is a good 6-7 min walk away from me. My window is tall and high up and I have aggressive outdoor dogs. I only had one small tree at the time which was on the other side of the yard.

I just want to know what this could be, because even though it stopped for a while, I am scared it might come back. On top of that, I have noticed that things around the house have been moving on their own, which makes me worry that whatever it was got in. Even though the knocking stopped, one day this week all my dogs started barking like crazy right at the window.

I worked as a dispatcher for a pretty small ambulance station near a fairly large city in the middle of the U.S. (idk how specific I can be since this is a true story…) and I’m going to tell one of the craziest stories I have from this job. We had a patient who we will call Susan, she was a dialysis patient and one of the services we offered was to take very unwell or disabled patients to and from these dialysis appointments. She lived with her son who we will call David. He was in his late 40s and his mother, Susan, in her late 70s or so. Every week like clockwork, we would have a unit bring Susan to and from her dialysis treatments three times a week. Everyone knew her at the station because we had been doing this for quite some time with Susan. We were all familiar with her and her son, whether it was the crew seeing her in person and taking care of her, or speaking to her or her son on the phone frequently about the appointments as I had done. Everyone knew her. Naturally, when crews had news about her health they would report back to keep everyone in the loop with how she was. At one point she was not feeling well at all. But she wanted to go to her dialysis appointment, so naturally we obliged and took her in. At this appointment while receiving dialysis treatment, she lost consciousness and was promptly taken by our crew to the hospital. When it was time again for her dialysis appointment, we gave the hospital a call to see if she had been released and was able to go to the appointment. The hospital staff informed us that she would likely be released the following day and would be receiving that dialysis treatment in the hospital. Then the next treatment time rolled around and we called the hospital and we were told she had been released from their care the other day. This was great news but a little strange due to the fact that we were always her first call to transport her to or from any hospital or appointment and we hadn’t transported her anywhere. We quickly moved on however and called David her son to see if she was going to be requiring us for her treatment that day. He informed us she wasn’t feeling well and that she wasn’t up to it, but that he was considering taking her back in to the hospital. We tell him that if he needs us to just give us a call and until further notice we cancel her trip for the day. We never get a call. Next appointment rolls around and we call David again to ask if she will be going, he says she’s sick and she’s back in the hospital. Weird again since we hadn’t taken her but doesn’t seem that off considering her health had been deteriorating. Next appointment, same thing happens. We call David, his moms in the hospital, we move on. Now is where things took a bit of a turn. When the next appointment came up we had tried calling David to ask about his mother’s status but he never answered or returned our calls. So, being that we had a contract with Susan and were to take her to these appointments unless told otherwise, we sent a crew to collect her for treatment. When the crew arrived at scene, they knocked on the door to no response. They knocked again and were greeted by David smoking a cigarette. David seeming surprised, the crew said they were there to pick up Susan for her appointment. David responded stating he had forgotten to call but Susan was still in the hospital not doing well. The crew gave their best wishes and David shut the door. But the crew felt like something was off. They immediately radioed to dispatch that something was wrong and they requested we call the hospital David said she was at to see if she was still there. The hospital had no record of her being there since we last knew. So we had the crew leave the scene and we called for a welfare check on Susan at her son’s home. We heard nothing the rest of the day from police, David, Susan, or anyone else involved. The next morning I came into work and the very first call I took began with “This is Sheriff ****** with *******, I’m calling to report back on the welfare check you asked us to perform yesterday.” I was nervous as he sounded concerned and I didn’t really expect them to call us back with any news. He proceeded to let me know that upon arrival to the home they spoke with David who was adamant his mother didn’t feel well but that she was home from the hospital. The police asked to just check on Susan to make sure she was alright and eventually David obliged, letting the police in. Once entering the home they were met with a grim scene (though I imagine they smelled it first). They continued to explain that what the officers observed was the dead body of Susan propped up on the couch wrapped in blankets, as if watching the television. But she had been dead for a while. They approximated around 2 weeks. When speaking to David, they found that he had been changing her clothes regularly and “watching tv with her”. Obviously he was suffering from some sort of mental issue and grief but the thing was…. he had never taken good care of her until she was dead. (No, no news coverage, no updates from police further than that, nothing. Stuff like this happens in your home town and you’ll never know. Crazy right?)

This happened a couple days ago and I still don’t know what to think of it. I was outside at about 8:30 with two of my friends. Since it’s fall it was completely dark out and the only light we had were our phone flashlights and a very dull back porch light. We were walking around and goofing off. Earlier in the day we were sharing some scary story’s so in this situation we were a little on edge. My friend C and I kept looking over to this swing in my front yard and almost expected something to walk in front of it but through the night every time we checked nothing was there. After a bit of time being outside we all walk over to the back porch about to go sit on it when I saw something in the woods. It looked like a women that was pretty average height with long stick straight hair and that’s all I could make out. I told my friends and we started looking to see if it was still there, it wasn’t. Where I live there are a lot of deer so I just assumed I saw a deer that was just standing weird. But through out the night I couldn’t get it out of my head. We went back outside later that night and heard scratching near us but it didn’t sound like anything an animal could make it freaked us out but we didn’t make much of it. In the morning I looked at the spot I saw it in and there was nothing that could make that shadow. Realistically it was nothing but I can’t get rid of this feeling that I really saw something. Side note things similar to this have happened before in and around my house but nothing ever that clear.

My mother and I are moving to a new home. The house we are moving to is down the street from the house where she saw "the devil". I didn't mention that these houses are across the street from a cemetery. The house we are moving to is right in front of my family's burial plot. I thought it would be cool to share this. I hope I don't see the devil there.

Originally this happened about 5 years ago, it was an afternoon on a Friday in the middle of a Californian Spring. This day was going pretty bad because at the time I was failing my 8th grade year and the principal told me that he had notified my mother about it. When she came home, she took me to the kitchen and started getting me in trouble for not appreciating the chance I had in this country.

I was in the height of puberty, so I was a really annoying teen. To explain this next part, I’m going to describe the layout of the house. The kitchen is connected to both the living room, which was to my left, and the laundry room, which was to my right and had a door. The kitchen is pretty big, so it’s also our dining room.

Back to the story. As a normal teenager would, I started rolling my eyes at her, and that’s when I noticed the laundry room door was 1/4 of the way open. I looked inside and I clearly fucking saw this really tall guy with a top hat literally Abraham Lincoln but in shadow form.

I stared at him for a fat minute or two and then busted into fucking tears. It just felt wrong, like I wasn’t supposed to see that like it wasn’t meant for me, if that makes sense. My mom obviously noticed and asked what was wrong, so I told her. Naturally, she didn’t see shit because the figure disappeared the moment I looked away.

That was five years ago.

Now, I’m taking online classes and staying home all day. Yesterday, while getting some papers out of my room, I heard water pouring, like a waterfall. Then I heard clicks and a guy mumbling. I looked around furiously and saw that, for some FUCKING reason, my iPad was playing ASMR.

I don’t know why, but I got the same feeling I had five years ago hopeless, depressed, and scared, but also like I was being nosy, like I saw something I wasn’t supposed to again. I can’t explain it. I decided to let it go and watch YouTube on the TV to calm myself down. That’s when things got worse, my YouTube feed was filled with Hat Man shit, which freaked me out even more.

Anyways, what do I do? I ignored it the first time, but I don’t know if I can do that again. I’m saying this here because on the other thread i was ignored.

I watched my coworker get arrested and then found out he had a sinister plan for me.

I worked with this man for a little over three years. We worked pretty closely on some projects over the last two years and even sat near one another at work. In September I showed up and saw about 10 detectives at my place of work. I was a bit startled as this was quite unusual for my area. I looked around and saw that my coworker was in handcuffs and looked quite disheveled (which wasn’t out of the norm to be honest). I walked up to the detectives, introduced myself and let them know who I was in relation to him. I asked what was going on and they filled me in on why he was currently being arrested. For the sake of the case I won’t share more than he was a disgusting person.

Over the course of the next 3 hours I watched as they dismantled his work station, went through his belongings, took evidence pictures and so on. I was pulled in an out of rooms answering questions about his character, what I knew of him and my feelings about him as a person. I told them he gave me a weird feeling in my gut. That I’ve always told my husband I wouldn’t be surprised if the cops ever did come looking for him. That my husband even thought he was weird, and if I ever went missing that he’d be the first person to be suspected (didn’t realize how real this almost was).

The detective on site told me that they served a search warrant at his home and were looking there for any evidence. It sounds like they found more than they anticipated and were looking to see if there was anything else, unrelated to what they were currently investigating. I was asked my name and my husbands name for confirmation for something they found- which I did think was odd but I let it go and called my husband to update him on the happenings of the day thus far. However, the last hour I was pulled in for the final time and advised by one of the lead detectives, who couldn’t even look at me, that I needed to ensure I was safe and protected in the event they didn’t book him that day. Come to find out, he had been journaling about me over the course of at least a year. Saying he wanted to be with me but the “problem” was that I was married.

His journal then lined out a plan to set my husband up for “cheating” on me. And the end resulted in my death- caused by him (my coworker). The officer said that everything in between was more vile than he’s ever heard- to the point he was crying when he was telling me to make sure I was safe… crying- A DETECTIVE- and didn’t want to “scare” me. Thankfully, he was charged and it looking at a long long time in prison. But I still think about it. It keeps me up at night. It just shows you never really know someone- even your coworkers.

Disclaimer: The topics of overdosing and abusive relationships are mentioned in the post below; if you are sensitive to these topics, you have been warned.

I have previously posted in this subreddit about the 2016 Clown Sightings, and you folks seem to like my storytelling, so I'll tell you about another encounter that my family and I had with the paranormal.

The exact year is lost to me, but it was possibly during 2021-2022; my mother was dating her then-boyfriend and was honestly in an abusive relationship that attempted to work things out, but they didn't mesh well. In the fast food industry, I worked as a main backline cook at our local Hardee's (Carl Jr's for you Westside folk). And I was still living in the same house as the house previously mentioned in my other post in this subreddit, a neat, short 712-square-foot house that my mother is renting.

In 2016, my biological grandmother died of an "overdose," although my mother thought at the time and still does think it was her brother who had a hand in her death. My mother's brother often stole my grandmother's medication behind her back and sold it/used it, and these medications were vital to her health. Then, physical and verbal abuse was introduced in my grandmother's household, with my mother's brother often lashing out at her both verbally and physically. Then, one day in 2016, someone checked on my grandmother and found my grandmother's front door open, and her corpse laid out on the bed. My mother took this death hard and didn't have enough money for a proper burial. She didn't want her incinerated remains to be dumped in an unmarked grave, so she bought an urn and a personal shelf. Over the years, this shelf has transformed into a memorial, filled with nostalgic/personal items, music boxes, grandmother's decorations, and her urn with her ashes. This memorial shelf is in the living room, next to my bedroom door.

One day in 2021-2022, my mother was using the bathroom, and her boyfriend and I were in the kitchen, fixing our plates and preparing our supper. The house's atmosphere was still and quiet, with a movie in the living room being paused. However, from within the living room, one of the music boxes had begun to play a song, and nobody was in the living room to operate the music box, with just our two cats lying asleep on our couch. It spooked me; however, my mother was welcoming and accepting, believing it was her mother reaching out from the afterlife.

The strange part is that we played every single music box on the memorial shelf, and none of them had the same song that played while everyone was out of the living room. I was closest to the living room and could hear its song correctly. The house was quiet enough for everyone to listen to it play. Not one single music box on that memorial stand even sounded similar to the song that played in the living room.

I enjoy the idea that my grandmother was tinkering with her little music boxes or trying to reach out to her daughter, and so does my mother. My mother always says: "It's not the dead you have to fear; it's the living you must fear."

Watching a free movie online right now "Curse of King Tuts Tomb". Which caused me to remember an oddity I noticed on TV in the old days when I had one.

I believe I was watching "In Search of". It was an old series covering odd subjects such as the supernatural, unusual discoveries and history and was quasi scientific and not just full on rabbit hole content. An attempt being made at a certain level of sobriety and reasoning.

The episode in question was about the discovery of what would have been "fifth pyramid" as I recall the subject from my many years ago viewing.

The pyramid had never been built but archeologists had discovered the base, which had been completed but for some reason never built upon. It would have been the largest in the world if they had finished it. But, perhaps it was started and never completed due to the collapse of one of the late Egyptian dynasties.

Within this base was discovered the burial of a mother and her infant.

One of the documentary scenes which was most interesting as I watched it was the filming of the uncovering of the burial and the removal of the mummified pair.

It was on a searing Egyptian summer day at about noon. The sun was directly overhead and the desert sky was a seamless blue without a hint of cloud anywhere. The team was swaddled and muffled against the heat and the researchers and a couple of Egyptian helpers had arranged the mummies on a litter and had come to the edge of the base of the unbuilt pyramids foundation . Inside the base the ground was several feet lower and a couple of wooden steps had been built to be able to struggle with the load up and out of the depression.

It was not easy going getting up these steps with the litter, the merciless sun beating down and absolutely still baking desert air. The litter bearers were hunched over under the strain of stepping up the stairs and lifting the load and at the same time the footing appeared to be pretty tricky and they were obviously having trouble navigating these difficulties.

And then it happened. As the first bearers reached the upper edge of the foundation the sun completely eclipsed and the team was obliterated by a howling darkness. The scene became as black as night as if a huge storm had come up instantly. Winds screamed filled with sand blowing sideways at over a 100 miles an hour. The litter was almost torn from their hands and it looked as if their clothing might be shredded and torn away by the high winds. They could almost not overcome this sudden intense change of pressure and velocity and struggled mightily to clear the last couple of steps. It seemed to take forever although it was probably only a couple of moments or so.

As soon as they had cleared the last step, in that instant, the sun was again searing and bright, the sky without a hint of cloud, the air motionless and hot and everything was as it was before.

What was most amazing, to me, was that not one of the spectators, the team, the Egyptian assistants, the cameraman, or the narrator gave the slightest indication that anything truly extraordinaire had just happened, the scene concluded after a few more moments.

Definitely a supernatural event of the first order. Egyptians had a lot of ceremonial shamanistic magic regarding their burial cult and and there are even a lot of modern day strange accounts one can read about visitors experiences in the Great Pyramids. Check out Paul Brunton's book, "A Search in Secret Egypt" if you want to read some amazing experiences.

There is a curse that is said to be self inflicted when disturbing the sacred loving burial of our ancient ancestors. Something Archeologist in the pursuit of renown, overlook.

As we all know, don't disturb the peaceful rest of the dead.

This happened to one of my classmates not to me but still worth telling the story. So it was around October, November.i lived far from school so i was going there by car. At the time i has in 4 grade and when i arrived to school eventing seemed normal. I whent to class and we stared taking about the subject.

Our teacher decided to ask a question to a girl in my class. Then she started crying she came up to the teacher and said that ... When she was walking too school she decided to take a sort cut that not many pepole toke and new about. Then she got approached by a man in a car he said to her different questions like were are you going, why are you here, how old are you and so one. She said that she got colser to the car an saw that the man did not have any pants on and no underwear too and side that when she saw that she ran toward our school and couldn't continue telling the story after that

The hole class was in shock. The teacher told us to be careful to not take to stagers and so one And told her rhat she would contact her parents and the director of the school to see what can we do about it.

Context i live in a small country in Eastern Europe and those kinds of things do not happen to often and the guy was never caught and it never happened again. The girl was in 4 grade 9-10 years old which is just disgusting how can a person do such a thing.