Mortician here, my name is Lucinda and I’ve been working at a morgue for about 5-6 months now. Had some strange occurrences as of late, thought I’d share with some people. This particular situation happened around 4 weeks ago, right on my birthday. My boss asked me to come in and apologized for the late notice seeing as someone else clocked out early and I was the only other in town atm, so technically I didn’t even need to be there. Don’t exactly enjoy working on dead bodies for my birthday but whatever pays the bills. So I had a patient come in and I was getting the embalming tubes prepped, when I kind of heard a thudding noise. And it would have been fine, had it not been a repeating sound. One thud is enough to send shivers down my spine, but 20-30 thuds later, I’m shitting my pants. When I looked around for possible reasons why that might be happening, I noticed a scalpel slightly out of place on my dissecting table. This was odd because I keep my area very organized and sanitary, no room for imperfections. Right after I saw this, a really loud and final thud sounded, then silence. By this point, I was obviously freaked out so I’m looking to finish this client and clock out. I head over to my patient, almost finished and I see the scalpel, the exact one that was out of place, was now missing. Only thing going through my mind now is what the hell. I ring one of my coworkers, out of town I mind you, and asked her to cover my shift. Still have no idea what the thudding noise was, don’t plan to find out. I ending up staying there for another hour and a half waiting for my cover to show. I did end up finishing the client, cleaned the area for the next patients, and waited in the lobby until my coworker arrived. Scariest thing about this whole situation was that after I left, my cover messaged me and asked if I left the main doors open. Huge, hard-to-open doors, were left open. But I’d left out from the back. Spine-chilling day I tell you. Comment under this post if you want to hear some of my other occurrences at the morgue! Thank you to people in my last comments for suggesting I post this story from ParanormalEncounters!

Hi All,

I'm sharing this because I need to know if I'm the only one experiencing this or if I'm just plain crazy. I've had recurring dreams that always, ALWAYS come true. But here's the twist - they only involve me and my close relatives.

It started when I was in grade 7. I had a dream about someone I'd never met passing away. I woke up in tears, told my dad, and then saw the poster of that exact person who had died. A week later, another person from my dream passed away. That's when my anxiety kicked in.

Fast forward to my teenage years and beyond, every time someone in my family passed away, I had a dream about it beforehand. My grandmother, brother, another brother, grandfather... the list goes on. I was terrified, guys.

So, Redditors, I'm asking you - has anyone else experienced this? Am I just coincidentally having these dreams, or is there something more to it?

Share your thoughts, experiences, or even your own creepy dream stories!

TL;DR - I've had recurring dreams that always come true, but only involve me and my close relatives. Has anyone else experienced this?

#CreepyDreams #Precognition #Paranormal #Dreams #Family #Death #Anxiety #Reddit

when my dad was telling me about when he first moved into our house, he moved in and rented it with two other people he didn’t know this at the time but both of them were not home He started talking to a person i will call chris and he heard Chris talking to him in his room and they were like having conversation from the kitchen in the room and then when he went into the room, there was nobody there and then like 10 minutes later the other roommate got home and my dad was like freaked out and the other roommate said that Chris hadn’t been home for the past seven hours lowkey scared

So Wednesday night I was at the park next to my school because my brother had practice there. I was there late because my brother's team gave them dinner so we stayed until 9:30. I went to the swings with my friend who is the same age as me. We went and messed around for a bit. I was looking at my school when I saw something. I told my friend, "Dude, the janitor is acting weird." She told me that the janitor leaves at 8 p.m. (It was 9 P.M.) I asked her if she was sure and she said that she studied it and they all leave at 8 pm. She finally asked what was the "janitor" doing that was weird. I said basically I saw something walking like a person and they were as tall as a person. They looked like they were gonna pick something up that's why I thought it the janitor at first. Then I saw it start crawling like an animal. I saw it with its spine up and it's butt down like a cat, but the thing is that it had the body of a wolf not a cat. My school also keeps their lights on all night and it shined right on it, but it didn't have any features at all it was just a shadow. It walked behind a building and I never saw it for the rest of the night. I searched up different "legends" and saw "El Chupacabra" and "Skin Walkers" look the most of what it was yesterday, but I never saw it again.

I had just returned to my bedroom when something strange happened. The air in the room felt heavy. My fan was off, the windows were shut, and there was no way any air could circulate. Suddenly, an intense chill froze me in place. What would you do in that moment?

My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I felt water pooling in my mouth, but it wasn’t normal—it was as if it was rushing down my throat faster than a speeding train. My body felt weightless, almost as though I was floating in icy water. The silence around me was overwhelming, almost deafening. I had to remind myself: I’m alive. I’m here*.* But something felt wrong. My feet felt locked in place, as if tied to the bed.

I was alone. My mom was in the restroom, and the house was eerily quiet. I could hear faint noises in the distance, but time seemed to drag. Every second felt like an eternity. My eyes darted nervously between the kitchen door and my bedroom.

And then… I saw it.

A shadow stood at the edge of my bed, staring at me through the window. My heart raced as I tried to process what I was seeing. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My gaze shifted to the bedsheet—and that’s when I noticed it. A black tail was moving beneath the fabric. The sheet seemed to lift slightly, as if something was stirring underneath. Then, in a flash, it disappeared.

I sat there, frozen, unable to move. My heart was pounding, my mind racing. Was it real? Was I imagining things? Or was it something else entirely?

What would you do if you saw something like that in front of your bed?

A few years ago I was babysitting my sisters and brother while my parents were at a vendor fair selling wares or whatever. Anyway, my dad is a very messy person, and keeps his stuff in a very organized chaos. So, one of my sisters finds his CBD chocolate without my knowledge, and she and one other sister, including myself, ate it, not knowing what it was. An hour later, I'm laying on the couch with a sleeping younger sister, about two at the time, and another jumping up and down on the couch, but I didn't think anything of it since she was watching some random TV show for kids, and was naturally a hyper kid.

I feel this.. X on my face, and a splitting headache. Maybe it was my muscles tensing up, maybe it was a side effect, I don't know, even now. My head starts spinning, and all the while I just hear the show playing and my phone playing music, as I loved (and still do love) playing music while doing almost anything. Eventually I called my mom, not knowing what was going on. Once I told her we ate "chocolate" they rushed home, to find me sobbing on the couch, not knowing what was going on and just overall panicking.

I kept apologizing and apologizing, as if it was all my fault. In a way, it kind of was. I should have checked the wrapper that was in the trash. I should have known something was wrong the moment I felt that X over my face. To this day, I still remember every detail, from the way I was throwing up in the bathroom, to hugging my little sisters in the aftermath, sobbing useless sorrys. I remember seeing my brother and other sisters, who didn't eat the chocolate, watching in confusion and fear. I tried to calm myself down, to stop them from being so worried, but nothing helped. I cried for about 4 hours.

We're all fine now, but it still traumatized me, to the point where I will not eat white chocolate if you begged me to. My mental health degraded a lot at that moment, despite already being depressed before. Even more so when my mom was (rightfully) saying they shouldn't have those in the house, or at least keep them in a safe, and my dad making dumb excuses for himself, trying to explain how it wasn't his fault, and how this was a good thing. He's done worse, honestly.

I had a nightmare recently that felt so real, it’s hard to shake off. I was deep in sleep, drifting through strange hallucinations, when suddenly I saw a little girl standing at the corner of my street, her gaze fixed on a specific house. This takes me back to when I was in 8th grade. My family had just moved to a new house, and back then, there were only a few houses in the area. The people in my village were mostly focused on their daily routines and spending time with their grandkids. Everyone helped each other, no messages needed—just genuine community. It was a place where folks went to bed early, around 7 or 8 p.m., and woke up at the crack of dawn.

So, in my dream, I felt myself wake up. My sleep was disturbed, and I slowly walked to the living room, where my grandparents were asleep. Restless, I decided to get some fresh air. I carefully opened the drawer to grab my keys without making any noise, but the sounds of the night—crickets, barking dogs—seemed amplified. I slipped on my shoes, unlocked the gate, and stepped outside. And there she was—the girl. She looked around 5 feet tall, with long hair, wearing a torn, old-fashioned dress. It felt eerie, but I approached her and asked softly, “Hey, who are you? Why are you here?” As I looked closer, I could see sorrow etched into her face. Her eyes were full of tears, and she had a scar that looked like a mark that would never fade.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and my mom was waking me up. I shook off the dream, got out of bed, and started my morning routine. But even while brushing my teeth, I couldn’t shake off the little girl's face from my mind. Her eyes, so full of despair, and her trembling lips haunted me. Later, I hopped on my scooter and headed to leave my mom to her work, but flashes of the dream kept hitting me, like bursts of lightning while driving. I kept glancing in my scooter's mirror, half-expecting to see someone following me. I tried to tell my mom about it, but every time I began, I felt a strange tightness in my throat, as if something was stopping me from speaking.

After a long, busy day at work, I eventually left my house and sat with my mother in my backyard.Suddenly, I noticed a shadowy figure in our building wall with long hair on our neighbour's terrace, just standing there. When I pointed it out to my mom, it quickly moved to another terrace and vanished. My mom gave me a hard hit in my head and shout at me as, “You watch too many ghost stories and making yourself much involved into it. There’s nothing there. Let’s go have dinner.” and she went back into my room.

But now, I can’t stop thinking about that Little Girl. Was it just a nightmare? Or… is there something more to it?...

I apologise for any grammar or mistakes, I'm typing this on my phone and English is not my first language.

Long story. This happened in 2020.

I had thurely debated if to write this at all or not, it freaked me out to the bone. At that time I was just scared and wanted to put the incident behind me. With time, I realised I had to make some kind of sense of what happened. I will start with the fact that I had lost my faith in God around that time; but it's not like it would change the facts.

For the context, I live in eastern Europe in a big city. My neighborhood has 4 and 8 stories apartment buildings. It was 9 pm, not even that late.

That day was cursed, I swear. I had a shitty time at work (different job back then) and I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus. Maybe if I had taken the bus, this thing would have targeted someone else.

My neighborhood is smaller than others, as I was 2 streets away from my building, I got on the main street, made a right and a sharp left on a S shaped street. (Im shit at explaining)

I look up to the sky for the stars and I see what looks like a black sheet outside of a window at the eight floor. I pay no mind to it and I continue walking, taking a right turn.

Time kinda slows down from here as something crushes into me from behind knocking me on the asphalt. It didn't hurt that much, but I was confused. I thought a car had hit me, it was that powerful. I felt a hand grabbing my shoulder and raising me up on my feet. The pain started to settle in and I couldn't see well with one eye. In front of me was something. I couldn't discern if it was male or female It looked like a meat grinder had been dragged across its face, misplacing the facial features of a human.

I think I blacked out, i don't really remember. I was in and out of conciousness. Every time I was waking up, I would stare into that fucked up face, get tunnel vision and pass out. It felt like I've been doing this for hours.

I come back again, this time, staring at my shoes. A tiny light was glowing next to my left foot, and my first thought was that I dropped my phone. As my eyes focused, I realised that it was a street light. As i was suspended in the air, this thing was already biting into my arm. I don't know if it was from the fear or the cold, but I couldn't feel it.

I thought about how little it matter all the inconveniences that happened that day. I thought about my life and my family. I was in the middle of watching breaking bad with my sister, and I won't know how it will end. How my grandparents kittiens will grow up without me to witness it. How my bucket list will remain only a quarter done.

And I realised that this is the end. A wave of relief came over me. I was about to die.

In an act of despair, I gathered all my strength and slapped it as hard as I could over the eyes. It made a gross noice and dropped me.

I landed on my back, which knocked the air out of my lungs. Everything started to hurt and I tried to scream but nothing came out. I managed to roll and dragged my body on until I got on my feet and run to the nearest structure to hide behind. The pain had intensified now that I was up. My whole body was hurting. Now my arm felt like it was on fire.

I couldn't see or hear the creature anymore, but I wasn't taking any chances. I was hyperventilating and shaking violently. The smell of blood made me throw up. There was only one thing on my mind, and it was to get home, it didn't matter how. I found out soon the extent of my injuries as I failed to lift myself from the crouching position I was in. Panick had settle in.

I never screamed like that in my entire life. I didn't care who heard me, or that it was night. I needed help. It felt like an eternity until i heard it.

My phone was ringing. It sounded so alien.

It was a little distance away, and I managed to drag myself over. With my back on the ledge, I answered. It was my mom, she was frantic and I was so relieved. I cried.

While I tried to give them as many descriptions as possible, I noticed I was on the rooftop of an apartment building. She asked me if I was hurt and I looked at my torn arm. It was bleeding heavily.

I knew that they won't be able to find me in time so i had to do something and I mustar all the strength I had left and rose up with all the pain.

I managed to open the rooftop cover and get in.

Here is where the time speeds up. I don't really remember how I found my dad, but we met somehow. When he saw me his eyes widen and fill with tears. The adrenaline had passed and now i was just sleepy. He kept talking to me even if I was tired. He got me straight to the emergency room.

I somehow manage to get rest for 3 hours.

The next day I was discharged. I told him everything on the ride home. My dad is a firm believer in the paranormal. But even he was pale and silent as he drove. My mom had tears in her eyes when she saw me walk through the door. All of them listened as I recounted my ordeal. All three were silent. We proceeded to pray together and slept some more.

I don't know what to believe anymore. I figured I should get this out here. I am aware how it sounds. Believe me or not, this is what happened to me.

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Had a lot of comments on my last post of an encounter I had with a client, really appreciate the curiosity! Today’s story is a long one. So again, mortician here, my name is Lucinda and I’ve been working at a morgue for about 6 months now. A really recent experience I had was about a week before Halloween, specifically October 25 (also Happy Early Halloween everybody!), I hadn’t had many patients that day so I was reading my book in the lobby while I waited for any of the bays intake alerts to sound (if you’re unsure what that is, it’s for when a patient is called in for examination). The layout of the lobby from when you walk in is immediate desk in the center, to the right is a door leading to my work space, examination room, embalming station, crematorium, etc., then to the left is a small waiting area, rarely used. I was in the furthest seat to the left in the waiting room, so furthest spot from the door in the lobby, when I hear a door slam. I hear stuff like this all the time, nothing to worry about in my office. Typically when something like this happens, it’s that one thing and nothing else. The 25th was different. I pause on my book for a second and shortly afterwards resume my reading. The building is awful old and many of the lights and doors haven’t been replaced in years if not decades. So, doors are creaky and lights flicker often. Never cut off. The lamp in the waiting room was one of the oldest, given since no one uses it as frequently as the others. I had been using this light to read since it was fairly dark out at 7:00 pm in October. When it cut out, I was sitting in pitch black. I hadn’t noticed because the book was so good, that the door slamming noise never stopped. When I got up to turn on the light the intake bay alarm sounded. The sound is louder and more obnoxious than the alarm which wakes you in the mornings. I’m a jumpy person. Of course I jumped. When the alarm finished, and I got the light on, the slamming noise ceased. In utter confusion I had to investigate. Any typical day I promise I would not have investigated LOL. I got back to my station, got the body moved in to my examination table, and was finishing on the procedure when I heard the slamming noise again. Again I remind you, very jumpy person, don’t let things like that slide, and must know source of noise. I left the body on the table and walked through the crematorium where the mortuary cabinets are. Very cold room unless the heat from the crematorium seeps by the door. Every metal door, even the ones with bodies in them, was open. Hair on my arms and back of my neck stuck up and an immense shiver shot down my spine. Now speed walking out of the room, I heard a thack. More of like a crusted creaking noise from the main door into the room shutting slowly. Right behind me. Silently sobbing to myself, I race into my office, connected to the holding bay, which is where my patient is. I realized I’d never finished with my patient after (ever so kindly) forcing the rest of my shift to my coworker. Only other thing I can recall is the freezing temperature the whole building held after that incident. Spooky day 👻🎃

Mortician here, my name is Lucinda and I just started working at the morgue about 5 or 6 months ago. Had some strange occurrences as of lately. One in particular really messed with me for a while. Happened around 2 weeks ago, had someone come in and was casually doing my job when I heard a grumble like noise. Now it’s normal for the bodies to make such noises even after death because of gas build up, I’ve even had bodies just straight up raise their arm or leg for a second out of muscle reflex, however I tend to talk to myself, as if talking to the patient in a way. Not like I’d expect an answer. This time when my patient had a gas build up, I’d assumed the noise was their stomach rumbling, under my breath I kind of mumbled something like, “damn girl, you hungry?” Doesn’t seem professional, I know, but who’s listening, right? I turn to my embalming machine for a second to fill it with some different components, and not even 3 minutes pass before I hear a raspy whisper-like groan, saying, “very much.” I’ve never walked out on a client, but that day I almost did. If you want to hear some of my other stories, comment on this post!

Alr I'm 21 right now when it was happening I was 15 yes I know it was old but my school had a typical story that it had a a graveyard on the forest and yea the school was around forest area kinda scary but around that age I just roam around so I didn't care but one typical time it was like my friend asked me hey bro wanna visit the forest I was like u crazy? That thing scary as hell he was like eh don't worry I got 4 people more I was like in my brain HOW MAN JUST HOW but anyways I said OK and the comming Saturday we went to explore there we did thought to backoff because it was fake and I saw nothing but like a bit more and we found a cabin and it had something written with blood like go run don't come here we didn't trust it and went there anyways so the first thing we saw was A fricking skeleton and some skin of human so we ran the heck out of there and one guy was brave to stay and make a path with putting woods in the ground he still didn't came back till 7pm we started the journey at 11am and found the cabin a 1pm and he started putting them at 3 or smt because we GOT LOST IT was scary but we went back there and he started it at 3pm as I said so after that he came around at 7:30pm and we spend time eating and finding way back to the cabin and he stayed and we also helped him get around 20 sticks so we went out and i don't why he said nah I'm good I will rest a bit and start at 3pm IT was werid specially it was so scary and he could be lost but he insisted on staying and he came back the cops did abit and there they said a new body was found... it was not our friend but someone from our school it was werid so and after that our friend got arrested

So i just woke up from one of the worst sleeps in my entire life... i was having one of the most weird dreams at first, but it was a place i know i had 100% dreamed about before, some dark city with a weird heart shaped concrete bridge with oxidized copper green highlights.

I was just kinda swinging around whining and griping about random shit, typical dream stuff, but this is where it gets really weird... after a while, i went through a hole in sadi bridge and ended up in a place that looked a lot like my actual garage... infact, my brain had replicated a verson of my garage illuminated by only moonlight from the cracked open garage door PERFECTLY...

I opened the door leading into my house and two of my cats, again, perfectly re-created, were standing there waiting for me. After i had closed the door, i walked about 4-5 steps down my hallway before i felt, what felt like a very strong wind thqt damn near blew me over, and it was like it was comming through my garage door.

I stood there kinda confiused for a bit before a voice had said "i think we have a wisper." Which startled the shit out of me, do i just kinda booked it to my room, which again, was perfect to my real room, only lit by purple LEDs and everything.

I had closed the door behind me, but opened it right back up to look down my hallway, and from the hallway i had seen some weird dark figure peaking around the corner to the halway that lead into my garage.

I tried to punk it but jolting forward and screaming at it, but it didnt even move... then it raised uts hand and pointed at me and said something in a voice i dont recognize... and im almost positive ive never heard it before... but it said to me, "you are going to die tonight." In a soft warm monotone voice...

I then slammed my door and shot awake... im kinda freakin out rn, but hey, if i die, at least i made a post about it! (Im not going back to sleep...)

Ok So about 6 -7 years back , i was in my 10th standard , I have never experienced someone death before, if anything happened usually my parents would go to visit but not me , that time my grandmother whom i was so close was suffering from cancer , which i didn't know till last few days ,i just thought that maybe she was ill and she will recover, about 15 days before she gone , my parents finally told me all about so that i can be prepared, i was so scared not a single movement i left her side , things became worse from the last 2 days , she can barely breathe, it was something i never see , someone suffering so much , that day my parents didn't allow me to go near her , as they know i might not be able to handle the stress, after she pass away i was also quite ill for about 10 days , i can't even sleep alone , after 2 years i finally thought i have move on and i can finally sleep alone , i don't know what happened that night , it might be sleep paralysis, or may be my mind , i was still scared to turn off lights, so i sleep while keeping lights on , about midnight 1 or 2 am , i can feel as if someone is walking in my room i could hear slow but strong foot steps , unconsciously i open my eyes , it was bright as day due to lights , a white or a blur smoke figure, i can see its wearing long clothes that its covering from head to toe , i can clearly see a faint face same as to my grandmother she use to wear a traditional big round nose ring , i can see that nose ring , and her white gray eyes, i know it sounds like straight out a movie, but this what i see i still remember it clearly , but at the same time i feel that this was all in my head , till today i can't confirm it .

Im writing this after it happend. I'm 14 I live with my parents in a 2 story house. It was around 3 am when I woke up to something falling in my bathroom. I didn't move as I was scared you could say. Noting happend for a few seconds but I heard my bathroom door slowly open. I got confused at that point but then I heard slow moving steps of some sorts on my carpet. I thought it was my cat at that point. After the steps got to the foot of my bed they stopped. And then it started making noises, it sounded like a cat grooming it self but I soon sounded like a person licking they're own skin. Suddenly it stopped. Then I felt something go onto my bed it felt like a cat on the bed but I heard no jumping noise. I could feel it putting pressure onto my bed (I'm not sure how to explain it, but there was something on my bed.) Then it stopped moving. I sat in my bed for what felt like an hour but then I moved and turned on my lamp nothing was there. I ran out of my room and I got my mom. When we went back into the room nothing was there

If anyone has any possible explanation for this please tell me

So this happened to me when I was around 13 or 14. My family had decided to visit Shimla (India). Being the religious people that my parents are they had decided to visit all the major nearby temples, whether in Shimla or in adjoining districts. So this incident occurred to me while we were on the way to visit this one particular temple which is kind of famous among the people living in Shimla but I don't recall it's name as I had no interest in temple visits and was being forced by my parents to tag along with them. The only thing I remember is that the temple was on the peak of a tall mountain and the path to it was very steep and narrow. So we were in the car along with a driver. My mother and I were sitting in the back while my father was in the front with the driver. In order to pass the time I was looking out of the window. Now I think this would be a bit hard to imagine but I will try my best to describe it. On the side that I was sitting on you could see the mountain and the parallel road which is above the road we were on and it will take you further up on the mountain, while on my mother's side was the mountain ditch our cliff. But these are not two seperate roads but just one single narrow road which is winding upwards. As I was gazing on the road up above us which we will be on after taking the next turn, I see an old uncle and he is so old that he is bent at the waist and walking with a stick very slowly. I watch him for a few seconds but soon some trees block my view as the turn which will take us to this particular road arrives. As soon as we turn and I have a clear view of the entire road I do not see him anywhere. He has completely vanished. And there is this single road to walk on, no other path, on one side it's the steep mountain with no way of climbing it and on another there is the cliff from which falling off will guarantee death. There was no other car aur any other person apart from us on that road. I looked for him in the tress or at the side of the road, everywhere in that small space but he had completely vanished. This incident still gives me the chills and I am not able to forget the image of that old, bent over grandpa.

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When I was 7 me and my family went to a camping event far away from our town and a lot of my parents friends took their children to the camping spot as well.When we all got there everyone had to park the cars far away from the camping spot it was a long walk from the cars and the campsite but when we all got there we set up tents and started a fire we all socialised and ate food over the campfire however when it got really late some people wanted to sleep in their cars instead of sleeping in the tents which was annoying for the parents because it would mean they would have to walk for about 30 minutes to the cars and 30 minutes back to the camp.Everyone else stayed in the tents but before we all got to sleep someone suggested we all went into the woods nearby except I didn’t want to go with everyone else but if I didn’t I would have had to have spent and hour by myself at the camp in the pitch dark and because of how young I was I had a big imagination about what might be in the woods surrounding me so I decided to go with everyone else but mainly stayed close to my sister who was much older than me.After a few minutes of walking my leg caught onto something hidden under some dirt me and my sister decided to dig it up and what we found was strange it was a large log like object that was wrapped in bandage with red liquid oozing from it we unwrapped it and saw a red jelly like substance with sticks and a razor inside it we both looked around the area and saw unpackaged baby products that were covered in a brown green like stain we started going in deeper and saw women’s products scattered everywhere they had red stains on them but they weirdly looked like they had just been used by someone me and my sister then turned behind a tree and saw a dirty old sleeping bag underneath some leafs next to a single log of wood and posters and flyers ripped and torn everywhere and so me and my sister decided to go back but when we looked around us only to come to the horrifying realisation that we had split off from everyone else and were alone in the deep woods and not knowing which way to go back we tried retracing our steps to no success and only ended up deeper into the woods but when we looked behind one tree our hearts almost stopped we saw a terrifying man his teeth yellow and rotting his eyes bloodshot he was wearing a stained green t shirt with a jacket that had holes and even more stains than the shirt he wore a beanie and had a big dirty beard with what looked like food in it.The man just stood staring at us and smiling his eyes looking at us up and down I looked down and saw what looked like a large black hunting knife and as I kept looking at it I realised it was exactly that the blade was almost broken and looked look it had been used without being cleaned.Me and my sister held eachother’s as the man stayed at us as our eyes filled up with tears.We wanted to run but we were so petrified we just couldn’t it was as if the air was being taken from our lungs.For after what felt like years we both ran through the forest quicker than we ever have before the tears dropping from our face and our screams filling the silent forest I looked behind us and the man was still staring and smiling at us with his horrific grin before finally we ended up back at the camp with everyone else we told our dad and he decided to walk us over to the car and slept in with us.The next day we all went back to the camp and me and my sister were horrified the tent we were meant to sleep in had been ripped and torn and inside we found a bloody yellow tooth that looked like it had just been torn out we all then left and me and my sister took a sigh of relief when finally leaving the campsite.

Hey ! im just looking for do some real content for a new page that I want to start, I will give credit on every video to the person who experienced the story (I just want to pick up the best stories, not to long to narrate, remember is for social media :)

My idea is to interact with people making them a video according to their experience Also I want real stories because everything is AI today lmao

My email: myfaithonthis@gmail.com

Thank y’all !!!

Me and my friend were at scotberg Oregon And we were camping in my grandpas property and we were messing around he threw his backpack with a book inside it hit my head and I got a concussion and we decided to stay up all night so I did have worse symptoms so we were up at 3am talking and we felt like we were being watched and you can,t see inside the tent so I have the human ladar on my phone for my YouTube channel for modeling and I went outside and used it and looking in the shadow there was a person standing there but when I looked with out the phone nothing was there we used flash nothing, so later we go back in and look at the recording and we watched the practice to show it worked to my friend and then we saw the video we’re the figure was and it was there I deleted the app and went inside with my friend

So guys I recently moved to a house it’s 500yrs old and was actually a family house of a farm. Now we are still renovating this place and before we moved my father did here alone the work, he told us that he heard things. That he heard how someone was downstairs and after going there no one was ever there, he thought that one of us came to him but no one was here. He told us a story about how he lost a key; He closed the door behind him thinking that he’d have the keys in the car because he searched all over the place and couldn’t find them, including the car keys. So his reasoning was that he probably left them in the car, he went to the car but no keys. He knocked on the neighbours wich gave him a spare key and he went inside finding the keys under a bucket he moved around. He couldn’t explain why or how but they were there. He told me those things when we moved in and I was kinda scared and suddenly the vacuum fell down. Nothing was touching it but it suddenly fell, he said „told you the house lives“ and the renters that had the house before us said "You‘ll have an active house". Everytime I walk down the staircase from the first floor to the kitchen I feel like something wants to push me, or is standing behind me. When I walk past the stairs when I’m downstairs out of the corner of my eye i see something standing there. I actually tried something and it works pretty well, when I walk down I just hold out my arm or hand and say „if you need help I can help you“ and walk down. It’s strange but I get a better feeling and I usually see no person standing there. I was trying to sleep and I recorded a sound because I heard it before and that two times. One time I was showering (door locked obviously) and thought I saw something, I got out of the shower once I was ready and got out I saw something in the background of my reflection turned around and the door was unlocked.

I‘m a little scared (sorry for the bad English it isn’t my first language) Cas

I (32F) am a single mom of two kids (no other info for privacy reasons). I moved to Ohio a few years ago from another state, but have never even been close to, traveled through, or visited Columbus my entire life.

Last 2 years, I have had a handful of times where I had lucid dreams (where I knew I was dreaming in the middle of the dream and called it out to characters). The dreams would get either bizarre or frightening following my discovery. It's getting to a point where I either have no dream at all, or I have a lucid dream. I don't bring this on. I actually would like these to end.

A few days ago, the dream I had went from frightening to mortifying. I dreamt that I woke up and saw 3 people in my living room. I could see them from my bedroom. I immediately hid my kids in the closet and confronted them yelling at them to get tf out of my house. I continued to yell until I noticed they weren't moving and had a sinister laugh.

"What's so funny," I asked gritting my teeth. They said, "we're not in your house. You're in our house. Go outside if you don't believe us." I stepped outside and the house looked completely different than my own and had a different set of numbers on top of the door.

When I walked back in, the house morphed entirely into a different house and they were sitting in different spots but had not changed their expression or positions of their body which were still facing toward me. I asked where I was and they told me the street and city.

At that moment, I came to the understanding I was dreaming, but before I could catch myself, I yelled out, "YOU GUYS AREN'T REAL. YOU'RE DEMONS", in which even I was shocked by my abrupt allegations. It didn't feel like I was saying it but someone else was speaking through me. I caught myself and said "jk jk" and started nervously laughing.

The male of the group spoke up and told me that I wasn't dreaming. That this is the end for me. I asked for clarification. He said without blinking, "Ma'am. You're d3@d. We are the one's that are still alive." He then asked if there was anything more he could help me with, in a customer service voice. I said, "yes! Wake me up!!"

As I wake up, my child, who still co-sleeps, reached their arm around me. I said "awe good morning sweetie. Did you have nice dreams?" I can't remember their response, but they spoke clearly with no errors. They have a speech delay and I immediately knew it wasn't them. I tried to get out of the grip but I couldn't and started freaking out. After struggling for what felt like eternity, finally I woke up for real.

A couple hours after I brought the kids to camp, I decided to look up the specific address that I surprisingly remembered. (For privacy reasons, I will not give out the address because I don't know the folks who live there, but I will say it's located in Franklin County, Columbus, Ohio).

The house was exactly like the one in my dream, down to the font and size of the numbers on the door. I don't believe in astral projection, but that is the only logic I can come up with. I've never been anywhere near this house. So does anyone know of anything that has happened in this area that can piece this together or is everything just a coincidence and my brain is playing tricks on me??

Sorry this was long, but I needed to be precise. If you read this to the end, thank so very much.

When I was 5,6ish we had one of those blue inflatable pools and I was having a good time playing for a hour ,mind you not I’m kid I don’t know being watched feels like ‘ I have this weird feeling and I look behind towards the fence and I freaked out seeing this blurry orange thing sprit towards the forest , there were claw marks everywhere the pool had slash marks ,it popped , my parents don,t know what to do cause they saw it to . I have flashbacks every time I get in a pool of this what every it was