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Has anyone from around New Your State, or any avid urban legend enthusiast even heard of the story of Onion Town? This was a very popular story told around the Mid Hudson Valley area, where there was an off the map small town, that was inhabited by an inbred family that would try and kill anyone who had found it.

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Has anybody heard about this creature before? Sound very interesting and seems legit.

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Hello! since I posted a story about my Dogman encounter in BC years ago (I will include that story at the end), I was asked a couple of times to expand on my paranormal encounters so I decided I would put my full story together in order as best as I can remember. None of these stories are fictional or exaggerated. These are my paranormal experiences or weird moments in my life, so far.

—The Beginning—

My paranormal experiences started when I was roughly six years old, my first experience was very unexpected since at this point in life I didn’t really know about the paranormal or spirits.

One evening, I was watching TV by myself in the living room while my parents were napping. As I was watching, I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck followed by what felt like someone pushing a firm single finger straight down into the top of my shoulder. As that happened simultaneously, I heard someone whisper “Hello” behind my right ear.

At that, I sprinted into my parents room telling them I heard someone whisper in my ear and that someone was in the house. They brushed me off and didn’t check for me. To this day, I wonder if this event somehow opened me up to the years of events that followed.

—Closet Encounter—

After this incident, unexplainable things started to happen in my house. My stepdad liked to scare me from time to time, and he would hide in my closet before bed and poke at my feet to scare me.

One night before bed, I checked my closet and closed it, knowing nobody was in there. Not long after I laid down, I could hear the door to my closet sliding opening. When I looked at the dark crack in the closet, I saw red eyes staring back at me. I ran, flicked the lights on, and opened the door, thinking my stepdad was in there trying to scare me again—but nobody was in there and those eyes were gone too.

—The Eyes in the Bathroom Vent—

Another experience I would have frequently involved the bathroom. When I took a bath, I would always see the same red eyes from the closet in the vent above the bathtub, just watching me.

It made me extremely uncomfortable, and I spent most of my bath time throwing a wet cloth at the vent. Usually, whenever I hit it dead on the eyes would disappear... until the next time I had a bath, that is.

—The First Apparition—

One night, my older brother and I were hanging out, playing games. He asked me to go upstairs to grab him a cup of ice cubes (he liked to eat them) as I was walking up the staircase, I looked up towards the railing that overlooked the downstairs. Standing there leaning onto the wooden railings was a figure dressed in a long, heavy-looking hooded robe. Its face was shrouded in blackness, and I couldn’t see any defining features.

I don’t know why, but I continued walking up the stairs but I noticed that as I moved, this entity stopped leaning on the railing and began mimicking my movements in reverse. Every step I took up, it would take one step backward toward the kitchen.

When I reached the top of the stairs, the figure had made it to the doorway of our kitchen, where it stood. It glanced in my direction and vanished right before my eyes.

--The Second Apparition—

I saw this figure one more time while I lived at this property.

I was upstairs on the computer, playing World of Warcraft, which had just recently been released. As I was playing, I started to hear cracking sounds, like someone cracking their knuckles. I thought I was alone in the house at the time, so it struck me as odd. I got up and opened the door to the hallway leading to the same staircase and kitchen area.

When I opened the door, the figure was standing at the end of the hall. It wasn’t looking at me though, but I could hear the cracking sound again, realizing that it was coming from this entity. I slammed the door shut and locked it. About ten seconds after shutting the door, I heard a strange sound that I can’t even describe. It was followed by what sounded like the door being pushed hard, like as if a big gust of wind had hit it.

To this day, I have no idea who—or what—that was, why it was there, or if it was trying to connect with me. I also wonder if this entity might be the same one with the red eyes I had seen previously. Was it getting closer to me?

--The Babysitter—

This next part I was unsure about leaving in, but since I’m describing my weird upbringing, I might as well.

I’m not sure if this person contributed to the weirdness I experienced, but she definitely pushed my brother and me to seek answers on our own, as you’ll see here.

My babysitter (I’m going to omit her name) was someone who had connections to our family. Her sister worked on our farm and had her own horses stabled there, so her mother often came along. After a while of her being around she ended up becoming our sitter.

Not long after she started sitting for us, she told us that she was a “witch.” She showed us really old Polaroid photos of her and two other people performing some kind of ritual with symbols carved into a table they sat at. She also showed us things she could do, like moving objects around without being touched.

For a long time, I thought this was just a fun story and tricks, but one day, I went inside from playing in the garage and made my way upstairs, where she was preparing dinner. She was unaware I was nearby. I witnessed one of our knives on the counter slide about two feet across straight into her hands and she just continued cutting as if nothing abnormal had just happened. She never saw that I noticed, and I never brought it up, but what that sparked in me was curiosity and because of that, I started researching “black magic.”

After looking around online with my brother, we stumbled onto some websites that gave directions on how to perform black magic rituals, and so we attempted it ourselves. We went outside, drew a pentagram with fallen leaves, placed a statue in the middle, and began to read off the ritual words we had written down. It was at this moment that our sitter looked outside, saw what we were doing, and ran out, screaming at us to stop. She started kicking the leaves everywhere and taking the statue we had placed. She scolded us, saying we had no idea what we were playing with and to never do something like that again. Not long after, she stopped sitting for us, and sadly, she passed away not too long after that. — While this part wasn’t necessarily paranormal, I think the context is needed to understand how my upbringing was and how these events may have created a domino effect for more to come. One thing was for sure, my sitter had an interest in the occult.

My last experience at this property was more tame but still creepy, I was getting ready for school in the morning and as I went to grab the hair comb it just flicked off the counter and hit the wall behind me, I know it didn’t just fall.

Note: This brings us to the end of the first house before we moved to rural BC near Lone Butte. I would like to note that these experiences so far are just the ones I could easily remember. They don’t include the noises I would hear, voices saying my name when nobody was home, shadows of people in my peripherals, and the feelings of being watched or sometimes touched.

—The Move to Lone Butte— At this point in my life, we had packed up and moved about 5 hours north to the outskirts of Lone Butte, BC—about a 20-minute drive from our place. The property we moved to sat on was roughly 100 acres of woodland. We were in the middle of nowhere, and our closest neighbors were a good distance away.

Anyway, here are my main experiences at this house. I won’t include everything, as there are just too many experiences of footsteps, things moving by themselves around the house, people talking when alone, shadows when nobody was home… you get the point.

—The Closet Slamming + Terrible Timing— My first major experience at this house was with my brother (who is very skeptical) and my stepsister. We were watching The Grudge at the time, and all of a sudden the upstairs closet started violently slamming open and closed for well over a few minutes. This terrified all of us and we didn’t know what to do, so we just ran outside and waited for our parents to come back home I did endup going back inside to grab shoes since the gravel was hurting my feet. When I went inside, I poked my head around the corner towards the living room just as the scene in The Grudge played where it's a close-up of her eyeball rolling from the back of her head to stare at you. I always found the timing to be so perfect it’s almost comical, but at that time, it scared me to death and I did not want to go back inside at all.

—The Schoolhouse & the woods— So, quick context about the property I was unaware of until I moved away years later. The property we lived on in Lone butte was around 100 acres and was old native land, the property had 2 barns, one for the horses and one was storage/workshop but it wasn’t always just a barn for storage, it use to be a old school were the catholic priest would bring the native children and force them lessons about Christ, this place on the property was burnt down at one point then rebuilt. It even had the old desk and chairs stacked up in the corner of it. There’s been rumours I’ve heard of possible mass graves being tied to places and that these school houses were not particularly kind towards the native children.

Anyways, my experiences with this schoolhouse along with my brother is that we’ve both seen the faces of kids in the glass and lights from the workshop would randomly turn on and off at all hours of the day or night. The woods at this property were just as spooky, we would find old leather belts tied up to trees, pickaxes, machetes, long and deep gouges ripped out of trees and prints of large animals around the forest. We also found what I think was a junk yard for old vintage cars, some have been there so long trees were growing through them.

—The Dogman— (Repost)

One night I was in the hot tub on the deck outside just watching the woods, taking in the silence, it was winter time and we just recently had a snowfall that left around knee height deep of snow.

It was around 2-3am and out of nowhere this very large wolf, bigger than one I have ever seen by far came out of the woods. I remember its coat being a shimmering silver and its bright piercing green eyes.

As this wolf was walking along the fence of our paddocks it locked eyes with mine and we just kinda stared at each other as he walked past me, both alone in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. What happened next till this day instantly makes my spine shiver, as the wolf walked past he walked towards our barn with our horses in it. It became darker as it entered the barn but the other side of the barn still had a bright light illuminating the outside that I could see clearly. This wolf as it entered, half way through it went from the shape of a wolf to a very large, broad shouldered person. The horses didn’t make a single sound and this person that now stood roughly 7 feet tall walked down the rest of the hall and rounded the corner towards the open field but didn’t emerge from the other side, I never saw it again.

My brother had his own encounter with this same wolf I’m guessing, he told me that he woke up randomly one night from the feeling of being watched. He then looked out his window too see a very large wolf walking away from his window so I’m guessing it was watching him sleep.

———-

I’m going to end it off here, I do have more paranormal stories and some UFO stories but it’s more just subtle creepy experiences and this story is getting way too long lol. I wanted to highlight the major ones I felt may of contributed to these experiences happening to me growing up.

If you have any questions I’ll do my best to respond or if you have similar stories share the link or DM me, Im always interested in hearing others experiences. If you made it all the way through this thanks for reading!

We all know about the Bermuda Triangle. But what are the other triangles? I’ve heard of a few others but I can’t recall their names. Thank you. Any help is much appreciated.

Here’s my favorite so far (about the Kraken)—it’s not perfect, but I’ve put a lot of effort into it. Hope you enjoy it! 🌟❤️

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The Elevator Game is a terrifying ritual that promises a journey into another dimension—but at a risk. According to legend, by visiting floors in a specific order while alone, players can open a portal to a strange and haunting reality.

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The Legend of Cropsey tells the tale of a sinister figure who haunted the imaginations—and fears—of Staten Island residents for decades. This urban legend describes Cropsey as an escaped mental patient, lurking in the shadows and preying upon unsuspecting children.

https://youtu.be/HzQheQ30Pj8?si=6F8kak3_YCM-7efv

The Legend of Cropsey tells the tale of a sinister figure who haunted the imaginations—and fears—of Staten Island residents for decades. This urban legend describes Cropsey as an escaped mental patient, lurking in the shadows and preying upon unsuspecting children.

Story here : https://youtu.be/HzQheQ30Pj8?si=4RCc9pSV5yB9PXE6

So I'm working on a little project about urban legends and right now I'm doing research on a story that I was told by an older kid when I was small (as urban legends are meant to be spread). Google has been less than helpful, so I thought I'd ask reddit if anyone remembers hearing a story like this. Here's how it went.

It was 2001 or 2002 in a small town in Missouri. I was playing with toys in my front yard when a slightly older girl from down the street came to join me. After a while she pointed out a man who was walking down the street, carrying either a small toolbox or a tackle box. "See that man?" she asked. She told me that he likes to kidnap girls and hold them captive in his basement (or shed, I can't remember which), then he cuts their tongues out with tools from that very box. She told me that if he catches you staring at him, it drives him crazy and he'll target you next. She then started freaking out at me, saying that he saw me looking at him and I better run. I was a pretty little kid at that point, so I was thoroughly scared and ran inside.

I know there's not a lot of unique or strong identifying details to this story (no hook hand, etc). Even the way it was told was very Old Man From Home Alone. It may be that this kid was really good at coming up with stuff on the spot. As an aside, after I ran off, that bitch stole my toys. We didn't find out until after my mom calmed me down and we went back outside. So maybe this kid was just a sociopath making shit up purely to separate me from my toys.

But regardless of her intentions, I think it's more likely that she did get this story from someone else. I can imagine it possibly have roots in the Cropsey stories or other similar legends. Really the only somewhat unique identifier is the tongue part. So if you've heard a story that shares that detail, let me know! And if you don't mind, please add the general time frame and location where you heard it (Kansas in the 80s, Illinois in the 90s, etc). Thanks!

I'm also planning to make a post in my hometown's community facebook group to see if other local kids heard that story.

this happened to my friend's sister. to protect their identities, I will name my friend Hunter and his sister Sabrina.

here is their story.

Hunter is 18 and was about 12 when this happened. his older sister Sabrina was 15 and was going through a breakup with her boyfriend so she was feeling pretty low. To ease her heartbreak, she began attending a book club at her local library and was slowly recovering from what had happened.

one day, after book club, Sabrina went to pick up her messenger bag when she saw a slip of paper fall out. After picking it up and examining it, she saw it was a white envelope sealed with a pink heart sticker. her heart fluttered like a butterfly as she recognized it as a love letter and eagerly opened it. on a small piece of paper and written in red ink was the simple line "You're beautiful". smiling at the compliment, Sabrina placed the letter back into her bag and went back home with a spring in her step.

the next week, after book club, Sabrina once again found a love letter sealed with a pink heart sticker, this time in her copy of the book the club was reading. upon opening it, another small slip of paper reads in red ink "I like your hair". Sabrina felt a little creeped out, but was mostly flattered and once again walked back home in a good mood. the same happened the next week with the letter this time saying "you're eyes are like stars" which made her feel even better. it wasn't until a few days later that things took a more sinister tone.

while she was at school, sabrina was called to the headmaster's office. when she arrived, the headmaster told her a letter had arrived for her and handed her a white envelope sealed with a pink heart. when sabrina opened it, it said in red writing "you smell like roses". this compliment made sabrina feel very unerved and upon showing it to the headmaster, they decided to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

three days later, sabrina and her mother where visiting a family friend when the post came. things took a creepy turn when the family friend told sabrina that their was a letter for her. upon opening it, Sabrina was horrified to read "you're always in my dreams". when her mum read this letter, she became concerned for her daughter's safety and they decided to go home early.

two days later, Sabrina and her dad had gone to the cinema to enjoy a movie together. after finishing the movie, a worker went up to sabrina and gave her another one of those pink heart letters. after opening the letter with trembling hands, sabrina found that this letter read "you look so sexy in red". This freaked both sabrina and her father out as she just happened to be wearing a red dress that day. the two imeadiatly went home after that.

two days later, sabrina was buying groceries with her brother when hunter gave her one of the pink heart letters. when question about were he got it, hunter told her he found it on the floor and thought it had fallen out of her bag. with great reluctance, sabrina opened the letter which told her "you smell like jasmine flowers". this sentace sent sabrina into a fit of the vapours and the casheer had to call her parents to take her and her brother home.

the very next day, sabrina was having breakfast when she heard her mother scream while getting the post. when both she and her father ran up to see what was wrong, sabrina saw another one of those love letters. with a hint of reluctance, sabrina opened the letter and read "I want your heart". while this sentence seemed tame compared to some of the other things she'd read, Sabrina and her family quickly realised that this couldn't be ignored any longer. they called the police and filed a report, but they were told that they had no hard evidence.

the next day, sabrina was home alone while her family went to the police to file another report. she was watching a movie to calm herself down when she heard someone knocking on the door. upon investigating, her blood froze when she saw a white envelope sealed with a pink heart sticker, laying on the doormat. with trembling hands, sabrina opened the letter and written in red ink was two words "found you"

when sabrina's family arrived home, they found their family home swarmed with police. they had been called by their neighbor who had heard screaming and grew concerned. inside they found the dead body of sabrina, laying face up in the hallway, having been raped, strangled and her chest cut open and heart removed. all around her, little hearts had been drawn from her blood as well as a chilling message:

from your secret admirer

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So a few days ago, I was watching tv in the living room and I was a bit tired since I slept late. I tried to have a nap and when I dozed off I felt someone tap my back and in my brothers voice it said. YOU'RE NOT AWAKE? I woke up and looked at my brother on the other couch, it wasn’t him, he was watching tv the whole time. And then he pranked me when I woke up, he said you are in a dream and when I blinked he was gone, I found out that he was behind me. But the one that tapped my back wasn’t my brother.

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