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  1. An old work colleague and I were in the Bread & Cheese pub when she pointed out a fellow she knew sitting at the bar. He was only our age (which at the time was 25/26) and he was all alone staring into his pint at the bar. She started to tell me this story:
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  3. In the early 1980's a group of friends knocked at her door to ask her to come out and play. Her mother told her she couldn't go out until she had tidied her room/done her homework. Her friends told her they would be down at the castle [Hadleigh Castle, 13th century] and to meet them there. She set off later on, on her bike and was cycling down Castle Lane and she could see her friends all heading back up towards her. As they drew near she realised they were all distressed and crying and they all flew past her, all except one who was the fellow now sitting in the pub. He told her that they were playing near the south east tower when a HUGE black dog with 'orange eyes' and 'foaming at the mouth' appeared out of the cornfield. It was snarling, growling and snapping at the kids and after a few minutes the kids managed to break free and run. The kids families called the police and it was documented that a 'rabid dog' was loose up at the castle. No dog was found.
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  5. In the years after, all the kids began to die of either cancer, meningitis, road accidents, leukaemia and heart problems. The only survivor was the fellow at the bar.
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  9. This didn't happen to me, but to my mother and aunt when they were younger, and to this day is the creepiest thing I've ever heard. So one day when they were around 16 years old they were alone in the house for a couple of hours while their mother was out working. I don't remember exactly which one of them noticed this but one of them walked into the kitchen and was shocked to find that the stove had somehow been ripped open all the way into the oven. My mother described it as if someone had stabbed the top of the oven, slashed it, and then pulled that slash open with their hands.
  10. Both of them saw it and when I asked my aunt about this story she gave me the same description. Also, this was definitely not a visual hallucination because they both saw it, and both swear they reached with their hands from inside the oven to the top through the hole. They both swear they were sober at the time and I believe them because they were raised in an extremely religious environment so it's almost impossible they were drunk or high at that age.
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  12. When my grandmother got home they naturally went to show her the slash, only to find it was completely gone. The stove was completely normal and there was no sign of a hole ever being there.
  13. This experience is probably the only reason why I'm not completely skeptical about the supernatural. I've got other personal experiences of this sort but they all can be explained rationally one way or another in a way that makes complete sense, but this story is way beyond me.
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  17. There's an area of Quebec that my mom won't go near. Now, we don't go into Canada that often, but we used to have an aunt who lived in Quebec and she owned a cottage on a small, remote lake. My summers were spent at this cottage, and a lot of my family would also come up to visit.
  18. Behind the cottage was a huge forest that spanned for miles and miles. We used to go on hikes and remark about how untouched it was. You could easily get lost and never come out.
  19. One day my mom, my aunt, two uncles, and myself (age 13), were out on a hike heading towards a raspberry patch that we knew of when we heard a scream like nothing you had ever heard before. It was a human scream, from a female, but it was so loud that we all dropped to the ground as if someone was shooting bullets. I don't know why this was the reaction we had, but down we went. All of us stood up stunned and looked around. For about 2-3 minutes we looked in every direction assuming it was something near us. The scream was like it was on top of us and all around us at the same time. If you had told me a jet fighter had passed over us 30 feet up, I would have believed you.
  20. I remember my mom suggesting we go back. This sound clearly wasn't from any animal, nor was it from a machine. It was human....very human. My uncle suggested we keep going and everyone else kept going in further.
  21. By now 2-3 minutes had passed, and we were all on edge but we assumed it had to be something totally explainable.
  22. Then it happened.....and as god as my witness, I'll never forget what I saw.
  23. The scream came back, but this time it was accompanied by something. My aunt saw it first and pointed to it. Then we all saw it. About 50 feet away from us and probably 30 feet up in the air was a person gliding through the forest. It looked like someone sitting crossed legged, all in black, with long black hair. We didn't see where they started, but we could see them/it moving through the tree tops (just under the canopy) at what had to be 10-15 mph. We watched as it went past....deeper and deeper into the forest. We could see about a football fields length away and just stood their frozen until they were out of sight. Then we ran....we ran until we were back at the cottage.
  24. My mom never went into the forest again. My uncle went out with his rifle the following day but came back empty handed. The cottage was sold years later once my aunt passed away, and nothing was ever seen again.
  25. It was not a bird, it was not some pet monkey that escaped. It was a person. 100% a person...and whatever it was just flew through the forest as if it could fly on its own.
  26. My aunt went to her grave believing that it was a witch, and if you had told me for certain it was that would really answer a lot of things. To give you an idea of how it looked, think the girl from The Ring, only in all black.
  27. I'll go to my grave wondering what I saw. I hope one day I get an answer.
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  29. EDIT: Since everyone is being so nice to me about this and taking it seriously (and not telling me I'm full of shit and whatnot....because I'm not.....I know what I saw) I'd like to add in some more context to this in the event someone has experienced anything similar.
  30. The lake this cottage was on was sunken into the surroundings. It almost felt like you were surrounded by mountains, but those mountains were actually just the main level and it was the lake that was deeper into the earth. This meant that when we went back into the forest, we were almost always walking up a hill....a very gradual slope mind you, but a hill none the less.
  31. We used to see a lot of weird things in that woods, as you do in any woods, but these were things I've not really seen in other woods before. Giant boulders the size of a small school bus that had clearly been moved in recent years, areas with several healthy trees just broken in half not from being cut, but like they were snapped, and a significant amount of berries. So many berries that you could run a grocery store. I've never come across fields and fields of berries like this since that time. We used to joke that there were Sasquatch in the forest.
  32. Many years ago I saw a video of what appeared to be a witch, and quite frankly it's the closest thing to what we saw that I've come across. Below is the link to the video. Keep in mind that this is only similar, and not dead on....but every time I watch this I feel 13 years old and back in that forest again. Imagine seeing this only much closer, it was clearly a person sitting, and it moved faster....also, this was in the daytime in bright sunlight (well, as brought as a forest will allow it to be, but still quite bright).
  33. EDIT 2: I've got the location!
  34. This was at Little Lake Brompton, just outside of Sherbrooke, Quebec. On google maps it's called Petit Lac Brompton. To make it easier I've marked the location (give or take a few hundred feet) where this happened. Please keep in mind that back in the 90s, there were no roads or other houses here....it's been developed somewhat since that time, but not a lot.
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  38. I was about 12 years old, and woke up in the middle of the night needing to take a leak.
  39. I walked across the hall to the little bathroom, hit the lights, and was about to reach for the toilet when I glanced up and saw a face in the mirror.
  40. It was not my face.
  41. It was as if someone was on the other side, standing to the right, with their face right next to the glass, staring at me. I only saw it for the briefest moment, but it is seared into my brain.
  42. I screamed, and ran out of there to find my Dad. Of course, my dad investigated, then calmed me down, or tried to. Eventually we had a prayer session, because I was so freaked out. Eventually I must have gone back to sleep...
  43. Fast forward to my 30s. I’d forgotten all about the event. One night while visiting, my dad quietly brings it up. “Remember that one time you saw a face in the mirror...”. It suddenly came back to me in a rush of memory, sending a chill down my spine. “Yeah, I remember.”
  44. “Well...” he said, “I sometimes think about that night.” He looked down at the floor, with a serious expression. “I saw it too.”
  45. He went on to describe exactly what I’d seen. We have no idea what that was. Apparently when he investigated, he saw it and had a freak out of his own. Apparently the prayer session was as much for his own nerves as mine.
  46. I respect him for keeping that tidbit from me till my thirties, but I kinda wish he’d never told me at all.
  47. It was a man, young faced. The expression was, if anything, expressionless. Just a cold stare, as if it sees faces through mirrors all the time.
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  51. When I was in college, the freshman dorms were these massive ten story, apartment like structures. Every other floor (even numbered floors) had a little lounge on the east side of the building with a TV and couches and stuff. It was meant to be a community space.
  52. We noticed that on the subsequent floors (Odd numbers) this space still physically existed, but was walled up behind a brick wall for some reason. We managed to pry up some ceiling tiles, climb through rafters and drop down in.
  53. They were literally the exact same lounges as the even numbered floors, complete with dusty couches still there, just bricked up and not used.
  54. No one was ever able to explain to us why they had decided to wall off the student lounges on half the building. Or why they left the furniture there when they did so.
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  58. There's the urban legend here in Argentina, that in the sugar mills they offer as a sacrifice to the familiar at least one worker per year and when people get accidents or die in the mill its because of the familiar who was hungrier than usual and is most of the time kept in a tool room separated from the more modern facilities it's also told that better keep a crucifix in your person together with a faca on your waist to defend yourself from its harm. Usually presented as a big black and ferocious dog or a very well dressed person. It is said that a familiar that is content with its meal will lend to a better production for the year and thus more profit.
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  62. When I was in college (20+ years ago) I had a desk chair that was on rollers, the kind where the pedestal ends in a five-armed “star” with a roller at each end. The arms of the star were made of hard formed plastic, and were pretty thick. I was up very late one night cramming for a final, and went to bed for no more than an hour or so to take a nap. When I got up I went back and sat in the chair and immediately realized something was wrong: all five of the hard plastic arms were warped and bent at almost 90 degrees, all in the same direction. It certainly wasn’t like that an hour prior when I left it. Again, this was hard brittle, thick plastic, it doesn’t/shouldn’t bend, it would just snap under enough force. I suppose maybe if you heated it up to soften it enough, you could reshape it, but how could that have happened? I lived alone, doors were locked... it’d be the most bizarre prank in the world to break into somebody’s apartment with... a blowtorch or something? To reshape their chair legs? I kept that chair for years and years even though it was now basically unusable, because I thought that one day I’d be staring at it and the answer would come to me. I have absolutely zero belief in anything supernatural and nothing else bizarre has ever happened to me, but I think about this constantly.
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  66. When me and my Mom moved to a new house. She had some re-decorating to do.
  67. One of the things she wanted to change was to get some new curtains for our bathroom, the curtains in there were torn, dirty, browned and just ugly af. So she bought some new curtains. As she is quite short, she can't reach our attic which is where she wanted to store the old curtains (It was rented so we couldn't throw them away) so I put the curtains into a box then put them into the attic. The new curtains went up. All is good.
  68. The next day when I come home from school the horrible, dirty curtains are back up in the bathroom. New curtains are nowhere to be seen. I asked my Mom why she had changed the curtains back over, she was terrified, had no idea how it happened.
  69. Still bothers me to this day.
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  73. My grandma had Alzheimer's and maybe dementia when she lived with us. Her room was also like right down the hallway from mine so it was really common for me to be woken up in the night to her laughing, screaming, or talking. One night things where different, I could hear her talking and someone responding. I got up to take a look and I notice when I was getting out of bed my dog looked like something was wrong which was weird to me, so I went up to the door to hear things better. Grandma was paralyzed on her right side so I though this was just my mom coming to help her with something, but the responding voice was a male voice. My dad didn't live with us and I don't have any brothers nor did this sound like her own voice at all. My first thought was that it was my uncle but why would my uncle be at my house, if he was then there was something wrong with my grandma because he would only come this late when there was an emergency. I also would have heard him coming through the front door. I put myself against the wall in a way that I could see into my grandma's room but anyone in the room couldn't see me unless they were at the room door. I couldn't see anyone except my grandma's feet. I got close enough to make out what they were saying now but what made this weirder is that my grandma wasn't speaking English and neither was the person, they where speaking Farsi. This was the conversation I heard:
  74. Voice: They have been treating you well?
  75. Grandma: Yes, they have been treating me very well.
  76. Voice: Who is the guy in the hallway?
  77. Grandma: That is my grandson, he's a good kid.
  78. Voice: I think the dog sees me.
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  80. At this point I freaked out and made my way back to my room. I thought I was in a nightmare or something and I wanted to wake up. My first though was that I could pinch myself, that didn't work, so I tried to poke myself with my pocket knife. I did it pretty hard because it left a mark in my hand that stayed for a few days. I tried to go back to sleep and not listen but I couldn't. I watched the sun light come up through my window with this very uneasy feeling that I was being watched. My grandma lived for another 5 years with us and a few more minor weird things happened but this one always stuck with me.
  81. TLDR; My grandma had a conversation in her native language with "something" in her room.
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  85. This reminds me of a story I was told by my grandparents. They have a house with a cellar/basement, but not really, the front door is ground level but the back door which is a floor down, from the cellar/basement is also ground level, but only at the back of the house. The front is part is underground. Sounds weird and only makes sense if you see it.
  86. Anyway, not long after they bought the house, my grandpa decided to do some work in the cellar to make it into his workshop type place. It was pretty unfinished, just bare concrete. He figured he would make it into proper rooms. He was working at the front part of the cellar, ended up chipping away at the wall too much and made a small opening into another room.
  87. This room is not on the plans of the house from when they bought it. It is underneath the road at the front of the house, yet the council has no record of a room being under the road. There is no reason it should be there. They made the hole big enough to shine a torch in there. They saw a bed. At this point they decided to patch up the wall and look no further.
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  91. This isn't something I experienced, but instead my parents. They definitely aren't people who fabricate things for attention or entertainment and the emotion they conveyed when telling me this story leads me to believe they are 100% telling the truth. When I was a child, our next door neighbour (early 20's age, named Andrew) had taken his own life by sealing himself in his parent's garage and running their car until empty while they were away on vacation. When his parents came home, police and paramedics were called, numerous family members showed up in support and everyone was crowded near the garage at the far end of the house. My parents drove by their place while out running an errand, not knowing at all what had happened. They both unmistakably saw Andrew at the opposite side of the house observing the crowd alone. They both asked each other why Andrew was just standing there, so far away and just staring at everyone only later to find out what had actually happened.
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  95. I have quite a few experiences I can’t explain but this one just happened yesterday. I was looking out at the mountains (I live on another mountain so it’s a great view) from my window when I saw some people walking down the side of one. Very clearly humanoid figures. I watched them for a little while before going to paint, when I suddenly realized that for me to have seen them that clearly from so far away they would have needed to be HUGE. I rushed back over but didn’t see them again. That’s not the first time something similar has happened since I moved here either. As crazy as it sounds, I’m starting to think there’s giants in these mountains.
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  99. When I was in college I worked part time at a Jewish Cemetery in reception/office management. The cemetery was closed from Friday afternoon through Saturday evening for Sabbath. We sometimes stayed a bit later in the office on Friday afternoons to get bills out or checks processed. We heard a loud commotion by the cemetery entrance which was locked and only staff could get in and out. The office manager went to see what was going on and made me come with her. We went down to the gate to find an
  100. older woman (probably around 70) dressed to the nines begging us to let her in. She kept saying she needed to get back. This was in the suburbs of NJ so you needed a car to get around but we didn't see a car or anything, she was just there in this beautiful dress. We couldn't open the gate without the Cemetery Manager, so we went to go get him. We brought him back to the gate and no one was there. We looked at video footage of the entrance and you could see us (the office manager and me) talking but there was no one on the other side of the gate. The cemetery manager thought we were trying to trick him. I swear to this day we saw a woman in a fancy dress outside that gate. There were multiple cameras and not a single one picked up anyone on the other side of the gate and you could see the whole gate. All you could see was us. I don't know if it was a ghost or what. The office manager and I decided not to tell anyone else, but we would mention it to each other every once in a while.
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  104. I did some restoration work with a group of miners / prospectors at the Granite City graveyard in the Kootenai range of British Columbia. Someone went through the cemetery and desecrated every grave they could locate. Wooden head plates graffiti-ed, any visible burial dug up. There were bones sticking up everywhere and it was infuriating, who ever did it wasn't just looking for treasure, they wanted to destroy the place. I also once discovered a bunch of Chinese burials near Summit Creek by Barkerville. I was digging on bedrock, and these piles of hand stacked rocks on either side of the creek had little mounds on them, turns out I accidentally dug into one of them and had quite a shock. That spot in particular is really creepy, it feels like you're being watched / judged by people all around you. In the morning the area is usually filled with mist or fog and you can almost pick out shapes moving around in it..... I am sure it was only my imagination.
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  106. Just like the time I was taking my daily check I saw some young boys (3-4 of them) at a gravestone just standing there, but when I got closer one of the boy's heads looked as if it was turned around backward to watch me. That scared the shit out of me.
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  110. Was a security coordinator for a large electric company and had access to like 80+ facility's CCTV infrastructures. Was doing maintenance check on some random train station at like 3 AM, panned a camera as far to the right as possible to check that it was functioning, and this dude was on all fours eating a deer in the middle of the tracks. Watched him for like 10 minutes and went to get the other guy on shift, when I came back, the dude was gone. Rewound it, and the dude stopped munching on the carcass, wiped the gore off his face, and walked into the woods like he didn't have a care in the world.
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  114. Many years ago someone told me a story about how they got a bit lost while traveling between states. Somehow or other they ended up on a seldom-used county road out in the boondocks. This was before cellphones or GPS were common, so as evening got on they decided to ask for directions at the first house they came across. An old 2-story farmhouse type, but not abandoned-looking or anything.
  115. They parked along the side of the road and began the long walk up to the front door (they said there was no driveway connecting the house to the road, just a gravel footpath). It sounds stereotypical but about halfway there they started getting a funny feeling, like there was something wrong or "off" about this place.
  116. That's when they noticed someone staring out a window on the second story. Close enough to see it was a thin masculine figure, too far away to make out any facial details.
  117. Only, this man was upside-down in the window. As if gravity had flipped and he was standing on the ceiling. Just standing there and staring.
  118. They stopped in their tracks, confused. After a minute the man moved back from the window, turned, and disappeared in kind of a herky-jerky fashion from waist to head, like they were descending (ascending?) an inverted staircase.
  119. I told them it was probably just a couple of mirrors in the room creating the effect, but they said it freaked them out so bad they ran full speed back to the car and drove off. Even though there's a logical explanation, that story has always stuck with me.
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  123. I was young, 5-7, somewhere in there. I was sleeping in between my parents for whatever reason. I woke up, I remember the clock reading around 4 am. There was something standing by the window, looking out into the front yard. It looked like a man in a brown wool robe, about 6'4" or so.
  124. I started to stir and sat up in bed, and the thing turned and looked at me. Dear god, that face. Extremely pale white skin, lots of really pronounced wrinkles, and the face drooped like it was melting, down into a really pointy chin, almost similar to a Scream mask but with all of the features of a living being. Its mouth was hanging open and its eyes were wide, almost like it was worried or frightened.
  125. It kept its gaze on me while it moved away from the window, in front of the bed, and out the open bedroom door. The second it exited the room, the lights turned on on their own and both of my parents jumped up on either side of me, breathing heavily like they'd both just woken up from a nightmare.
  126. To be clear, I was fully able to move during this, I don't think it was sleep paralysis, but I'm not sure what it could have been other than some kind of demon or really fucking ugly ghost. I've never seen it since, but I can still picture it clear as day.
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  130. Once I was in line at a convenience store when I saw something I couldn’t explain. A homeless looking old man had just paid for a 1/2 gallon of milk (plastic container) and was slowly walking toward the exit when I saw the plastic bag with the milk rip from his hand and slam to the ground exploding all over the floor. It was very odd, the speed and force with which it slammed down far exceeded what would happen if it was just the bag ripping and gravity causing the milk to drop to the ground. The old man instantly said to everyone in line, “Did you see that! Did you see him smash the bag from my hand! Did anybody see that!” Everyone ignored him as just a crazy old man, but I was really struck wondering what happened. The force and speed were like someone had smashed it from his hand, but no one was near him. It made me think that maybe sometimes when people go crazy and homeless they truly are experiencing a reality that can’t be explained and that others ignore.
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  134. A buddy of mine and me were in junior high (8th grade if I remember correctly) It was late at night. We were standing in front of his garage, when we noticed some kind of "creature" walking down the sidewalk a few houses down. It was dimly lit by a street light. I could only describe it as a mixture of a kangaroo and a wolf. However, it was walking (slowly) on two legs which made it extremely creepy. It had a long pointy snout, tall pointy ears that stood up, and arms that reminded me of a kangaroo. We both were like "wow wtf is that!" And kind of sneaked towards it. I think it spotted us and literally BOLTED off on all fours. Like extremely fast, so fast it was like a blur. Never to be seen again. We told our friends and my siblings but they all thought we were high or drunk or making something up. We were none of the above.
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  138. When I was around 4 years old, I used to go on long walks with my grandmother. She lived out in the middle of nowhere, so it was easy to end up in an empty field, or an orchard, or whatever.
  139. We were walking one day and we ended up in this dirt field. There was a canal, and just in the the distance a huge metal shed or maybe a warehouse. The ground was pretty bumpy and dippy, but we were just walking along. Then out of nowhere, the ground just opened up and a smoke or a mist started to come up from the huge crack in the earth. Just right in front of us.
  140. My grandma grabbed me and we quickly went home. We never really talked about it after that. And no matter where we walked, I could never figure out where exactly we had been. I can’t remember. I brought it up to her several years later, and she recalled it. Said she didn’t understand it. I’ve told people about this, and they say that I imagined it, or I was dreaming, or it’s a false memory. I know it’s not. I had a wittiness. My grandma remembered. I’ve tried to find the spot on my own, but I can’t find it. My grandmother is dead now, and this event exists strictly in my own memory. I’ll never be able to prove it.
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  144. When I was about five, I lived in a small house with my family in a quiet neighborhood. The living room and kitchen were divided by a thin wall, about five inches wide. One day, I was sitting in the living room, when something caught my eye; a child's arm was waving at me around the wall from the kitchen. At the time, my brother was an infant and asleep, so I was automatically sure it wasn't him. I called out to the person, but no one answered. Instead, the hand pointed its finger and made a "come here" gesture, wanting me to come to the divider wall.
  145. Being five and curious, I stood and crept toward the wall. The arm pulled back and out of view. I bravely stepped into the kitchen and looked around the divider wall to see...nothing. Then it occurred to me that, judging from the location of the arm, it would have had to come out of the wall divider itself. I looked, but the wall was as solid as ever.
  146. I still don't know what I saw, but for some reason, my brain equated it with Peter Pan. I even told my mom that Peter Pan had been hiding in our walls, telling me to come with him to Neverland.
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  150. When I was 10, my mother left me at my aunt's to raise me while she went to another country to make some money. I moved to another city, new school. I knew no one except my aunt's children. My new school was an all girls school and I was terrified, not like I missed being at home, I just didn't know anyone. And my aunt was really strict. A week after school began, I was day dreaming in class and saw a beautiful crystalline cube shaped earring in a corner. I waited for the class to finish and picked it up and hid it in my pocket. On reaching home I safely put the earring in my books drawer. I was so happy to have that earring, because it was beautiful and I hadn't ever owned anything that beautiful before. I kept an eye on that earring for weeks. Until one day during lunch break at school I found the other pair of the same cube earrings in the school corridor. My body just couldn't contain the joy I felt. I could finally wear the earrings. I hid it in my pocket and resumed class. When I got home I wanted to see the pair together. I opened the drawer and the original one was missing. I could swear nobody could even suspect I had it in the first place, let alone get into my room to steal it (back). I reached into my pocket to take out the one I just found and the second one's gone too. I was devastated, and very confused by all this. The next day I went to school and on my way back a homeless guy yelled at me "So you lost the earrings you stupid girl!" I never saw the earrings nor the homeless guy ever again. I only spoke about it last year, almost 20 years later to my partner. It was real, I know it.
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  154. This is one my grandma used to tell about one of her aunts.
  155. They lived in Laos during the Secret War. Her aunt started talking with one of the American soldiers and he started learning basic Hmong. After some time though, he stopped showing up. The basic consensus was that he was dead, but she kept waiting for him.
  156. When things got really bad and the bombs started dropping, they fled to the caves for shelter. One night, as everyone is sleeping, she hears a familiar voice. It's the soldier. He's mumbling in a very broken Hmong, "I'm back for you" over and over again.
  157. Her eyes are still closed until she feels something reach out and grab her shoulder and slowly move down to her hand. When it reached her hand, she said it wasn't a human hand at all...but like a large animal paw. She briefly opened her eyes to see a dark figure, clearly not human though, standing over her.
  158. Then, she heard her aunt get up. Something was said but she couldn't make out what it was. The figure then left and the aunt followed. This was still in the middle of the night, mind you.
  159. The aunt was never seen again. The story is that the dead soldier came back to take her with him. Or something else imitated him in order to take her.
  160. Edit: To clarify the story, the paw touched my grandma. I don't know why it touched her first. She knows it happened because they were all hiding/sleeping in the cave together.
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  164. My grandfather had been in WW2 and told us about when himself and a few other soldiers had been separated from his unit and were trying to get to a rally point near Normandy. They had gone through a clearing in a wooded area but had to drop when they heard something approaching. They were on their bellies in low grass when they saw some 20 or 30 German soldiers running across the clearing clearly in a state of panic, then they just froze in mid step. He said they resembled statues and that some weren’t even touching the ground, and that there was no noise whatsoever, even the birds had gone silent. After a few seconds came a loud noise like metal scraping on concrete and the frozen soldiers started to become blurry to the point at which they vanished without a trace. This had been reported by all of the soldiers that were present and all were called to the war office in London after their return to the UK. There, they were pressed on what they saw over the period of a few days, and were taken back to the same spot in France shortly after the war had ended. Surprisingly when they got there, there were other men sharing the same accommodation who reported similar occurrences in the exact same area. They were all taken to the woods and had to describe where and how the events took place. My grandad had said that the entire area was guarded heavily and that part of the ground was heavily excavated. The strangest thing of all the others he said, was that there were hundreds of dogs in the area, just milling around for no apparent reason. They returned to the UK with a gag order ordering them never to speak about any of this. He went back to the same spot in France before he died in 1985 and said that the area had been covered with unmarked warehouses and was guarded by an unusually professional security company. He reckoned they were military. I’ve tried to find out more about this but can’t find any records of it, but I do remember one of the guys who he was with the day, he used to come and visit sometimes and referred to the place as “the splintered woods”.
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  168. My boyfriend was born in Russia and he told me that when he was around 9, he went backpacking in the woods with his grandfather. His grandfather used to be in the military and has seen a lot of things in his lifetime, and was not fazed by much.
  169. In the forest there are some empty cabin type buildings that hikers could stay overnight. There is no supervision, it's just a temporary shelter.
  170. One night, my boyfriend and his grandpa were getting ready to sleep in a cabin when the door knocked. His grandpa asked who it was, and a man replied asking to be let in because it's cold outside. His grandpa didn't reply and stood still. My boyfriend, confused by the silence, asked his grandpa why he wasn't moving or opening the door. Knocks were heard on the door again and the man was asking repeatedly to come in. This persisted for a good minute until my boyfriend asked his grandpa again why he wasn't letting the man in.
  171. His grandpa told my boyfriend, "look at the bottom of the door." And that's when my boyfriend noticed it.
  172. There was a gap at the bottom of the door. The moonlight was shining. Knocking could be heard, but there was no silhouette of a person standing on the other side.
  173. My boyfriend was so utterly spooked out that he hid under the blankets for the rest of the night. He told me the knocking eventually stopped.
  174. To this day he has no explanation for what happened, but tells me that is the creepiest experiences he's ever had.
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  178. Before my now deceased grandfather (who was a very, very serious man, who never drank or smoked) died he told me about strange creatures that had terrorized rural residents outside of Rocky Mount, N.C. in the early 1900s. He called these creatures low-behinds, he said locals called them that because their back ends were noticeably lower than their front quarters. They were attacking people's chickens, cats, dogs and farm livestock. My grandfather was always very serious, and not someone who talked very much he spent most of his spare time studying the Bible. I remember asking him if what he was telling me was true and he said yes and I believed him and was terrified, because we were there in Rocky Mount visiting at the time. Even though we were in town I decided to start coming into the house before it was dark out. The creatures he described were supposed to be large and quite ferocious. If they'd ever attacked humans he didn't tell me that but he did talk about them killing livestock and people being terrified of them. Over the years I've searched for any reference to a low behind cryptid online and never found that phrase. The creatures certainly sound similar to what you've described people seeing in Texas. I haven't searched recently for any historical evidence of cryptids in North Carolina with rear quarters lower than their front but perhaps I'll look again. Something large and hyena like was in NC in the early 1900s.
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  182. A lady who works with my mom told us this story one day when they came over for dinner. We had been talking about creepy movies and she decided to tell us about some of the weird stuff at their new place.
  183. They had just bought a house in the Wilmington, NC area, had moved in, and everything was going fine until one day she opened the silverware drawer and found a tooth sitting on top of the silverware. It was weird and no one knew how it got there, but they threw it away and tried to get on with their lives. A couple of weeks later, it happens again. Open the silverware drawer... tooth. Now it's super weird but again the tooth gets tossed out and ignored. It kept happening. Over the next six months they kept on finding teeth every couple of weeks.
  184. They got a home security system with motion detectors and cameras and stuff because they figured they had a particularly sick prankster in the area, but even though they kept finding teeth the system never detected anyone leaving them. One day, she's at home and gets a call from her husband telling her to get out of the house right then because the security alarm went off saying that all of the doors and windows had just opened at the same time. She left for a few hours, but nothing had opened or closed.
  185. Finally, they got fed up and went to talk to the lady who had sold them the house. She still lived in town and had built a house that was almost an exact replica of the one they had sold to this couple. That in itself was a little weird, but she completely refused to talk about the previous house and shut the door in her face when they asked about it.
  186. They're not happy, but weird stuff is only happening every few weeks, so it's not enough to drive them out of the house or anything. The last incident (that I know of) was about a month or two ago. She went down to the basement to do the laundry and when she opened the dryer there was a tooth sitting on top of the clothes. She says that she felt something cold hit her in the face (almost like getting hit with a pillow) and blacked out. Her husband found her a little while later thrashing around on the floor. They called the paramedics and she came back around and was fine.
  187. That was the end of the story. No resolution, no explanation, and no other weird stuff lately. It was the freakiest thing I'd ever heard.
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  191. For about 18 months, my family lived in the sticks of Texas. I was 15-16, and my bros and I were too dumb and naive to realize we were living on the set for every Southern-gothic-slasher film ever.
  192. Half-finished house with a secret, heavily fortified bunker behind a bookcase? Check. Security cameras everywhere? Check. Lights flickering for no reason? Check. Mysterious infestation of spiders and wasps we can't stop? Check. Well pump fucks up and the water runs blood-red water (from the oxidized iron in the soil)? Check.
  193. The house overlooked 240 acres of thorny brush. We had an old house (like, a small two-room house built in the 1900s) we used as a shed. It was full of the junk belonging to the family who sold us the house. They'd split after a bad divorce. We never met the wife, but the ex-husband warned us, as we were moving in, "Don't cross the creek at night." We're like, what? He said there were some nasty hogs that lived across the creek, don't cross it, whatever.
  194. Six months after he moved out, we found a man's wedding ring in the gravel of the driveway. We laughed about it, and around the same time, decided to clean out the shed. It was full-- I mean FULL-- of the wife's belongings. Nice pots, pans, books of poetry, family albums, you name it. We called her family and asked her if she wanted it. No one wanted it. We did find a giant meat freezer that stunk, and, being smart guys, decided to open it. Inside was a life-sized wooden statue of an African-American woman with her eyes gouged out, her arms sawed off, and rusted barbed wire wrapped around her neck.
  195. This isn't the creepy part. The creepy part is that a few months after it, my brother & I went exploring in the woods, found the creek, and crossed it. Hanging from a nail, on a tree, on the far side of the creek we were never supposed to cross after dark, was a woman's wedding ring.
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  199. This Christmas, I went to my partner's very affluent family's dinner and gathering. At one point, I was in the study and noted the patriarch closing the door of a dark room behind him as he went into it. It was the door immediately to the right of the opening of the dining area, I'm sure. I didn't see him come out, but saw him later.
  200. At the end of the evening, we are saying goodbye, and I ask for my coat. He turns and opens the same little door, and it is a small coat closet with a full rack, not enough room to turn around in without brushing into coats. No smoke smell. The whole family was right on the other side of the door in a central area. No one else seemed to notice.
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  204. A couple of years ago I had been on a trip for a few days working on a project. I got back home in the evening and all my housemates had gone to bed. I was so tired that I dumped my bag on the floor four feet away from my bed and went straight to sleep.
  205. A few hours later I hear rustling and wake up, I open my eyes, its dark but I can make out a human figure going through my bag. I assumed it was one of my housemates, I lifted my head and said "what the hell are you doing?!" The figure lifted its head and although I couldn't see it's eyes I knew it was looking back at me. We both stayed still for probably only a few seconds but it felt like ages.
  206. Slowly it started moving back and went underneath my desk where I couldn't see it, so I jumped out of bed "haha very funny douchebag!" And turned on the light. There was no one under the desk. But my bag was wide open and all my clothes and stuff messed up.
  207. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
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  211. Back in the 50s, my parents moved from Harts to 14 Mountain on Rt. 10. We moved in a house that was set right beside the old Curve Inn Tavern.
  212. We hadn’t lived there very long until we started hearing noises on the stairs. It sounded like someone walking up and down the stairs. Mother was getting really aggravated and scared. She told my dad that every morning about the same time she could hear this.
  213. One morning dad’s ride to the mines didn’t show up. He had to stay home that day. Mom was washing clothes in the kitchen and my brother and I were watching television. She had dad in the kitchen telling him that she was glad he was there that she wanted him to hear the sounds that she heard every morning at the same time. He said ok. He got him a cup of coffee and a cigarette and went in to the living room to wait on the noise. Sure enough it started. The footsteps started at the top and went to the bottom step. It turned and went back up. She said, now do you believe me? I am not crazy. The boys hear it every morning like clockwork. We agreed.
  214. Mom went on back to the kitchen to finish her wash. Dad sat there looking over the steps. Smoked another cigarette and sent me to the back room to get him a claw hammer. He started to take down the wall by the stairs. Sure enough he shined his flashlight back inside the hole and told me to go get my mother. He took her up to the stairs and showed her what he had discovered. She went wild. She said she wouldn’t spend another night in that house and for him to find another place to live that day.
  215. They took what they had found and burned it in the fire barrel. We never spent another night in the house. Mom stayed with our grandmother until dad found us a place to live back at Harts. What they found was a mummified sheet, covered with dried blood. It was tied at the head and the feet with rope. The body had been moved sometime after it had been put in the sheet. Dad never said a word about it. There is a culvert on the left side of the curve, it goes underneath the road. Years later a man’s body was found in that culvert. Some of the older residents probably remember it being found.
  216. We moved out of that house, and it burned down back in the 80’s. No one that has ever lived there after us mentioned hearing anything strange.
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  218. This happened to me a couple of years ago, when there still used to be smoking compartments in trains. Some friends and I were going home by train, when me and a friend decided to go for a cigarette. When we were on our way to the smoking compartment, we suddenly found ourselves in a part of the train that didn't look like anything we'd ever seen before. Everything from the grounds, the seats to the ceiling was chrome. What made it even stranger, this part of the train was packed with old people, and by old I mean 80 years plus, and we could smell them. It's not that they smelled unwashed or anything like that, but just old, like the kind of smell you get in a retirement home. The people were just sitting there, staring at us. None of them spoke a word while we made our way through the compartment, but they all looked at us as if we were ghosts. We left the compartment, and got back in the normal part of the train again, where my friend and I both realized that we experienced exactly the same and just how surreal that was. We smoked a cig, and decided to go back to our other friends, and were pretty nervous about going through that strange part again. However this time the train was completely normal, no sign of chrome or any old people at all. The most frustrating part was that none of the other guys believed a word of what we said when we explained them our fucked up experience and said we either made it up or smoked some crazy shit.
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  222. Behind the neighborhood was an elementary school that everyone went to.
  223. The elementary was built on an old abandoned farm land. The previous owner had killed his wife and children in the 70's or 80's I believe over infidelity and then killed himself. His dilapidated barn still stood there behind the school in a fenced off area with overgrown grass. Kids used to dare each other to go there at night some did. Many kids experienced various paranormal activities in and around the school.
  224. Every recess I used to go outside and play with this group of kids whose last name was Honeycut. They were identical twin girls and their younger brother. They were always kind of weird looking, ultra pale with purple bags under their eyes, striking green irises and chiclet like teeth. Quite frankly they looked malnourished.
  225. We used to spend our recesses playing out on the older jungle gym by the fences. We'd dare each other to go over there through a small child sized hole in the fence but never actually did it. But one day one of the girls "M" decided she was going to go ahead and go through the hole. So her brother acted as the look out while me and her sister held the edges of the fence.
  226. When she climbed through she was completely swallowed by the grass and we lost sight of her. After a few minutes her sister urged me to go through the fence after her. I'm a chicken with a strong flight response so that was not happening. Eventually I spotted sight of her again holding hands with a man. He looked to be about 40 years of age, a Caucasian man with brown hair. Something about him seemed off... and when I saw him I was instantly frightened. He was leading M towards the barn.
  227. When I saw that I took off running towards the lunch ladies and exasperatedly told them what happened. Since I wasn't one for fibbing she believed me and her and the rest of the lunch lady crew plus the gym teacher started searching back there for her but they never found her. I admittedly was kind of shaken up the rest of the day.
  228. The next day when I went to class I was super antsy because I wanted to know what happened to M. During lunch inhaled my food and made my way out to recess. Once outside I located the Honeycuts, only to see just two of them; M was still missing. I inquired about M, but both of them looked at me skeptically; Like they had no idea what or whom I was talking about. They informed me they had no sister and that it was just the two of them. I thought they were ribbing me so I played along with the joke.
  229. At the end of the day I found them as their mother was coming to pick them up. I asked her about M and she too looked at me like I was crazy, and told me I must be mistaken. Perplexed I went my way home. When I got home i got the bright idea to look at my yearbook from last year. I searched the name index for their last name, only to find that only the two of them were listed in the yearbook.
  230. I freaked out after that I and tried to forget that it ever happened...
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  234. NOTE: This comment was made in reference to an entity with a 'camel-like head'
  235. “Yep! Head of a camel. Sort of... I thought more of a sheep, but one could say camel. Seen that. Long ago. It was in a small town in Germany where I lived with my granddad and grandmother. I don't think I was going school at the time but still old enough to remember. Must have been 1973/74, I reckon.
  236. There were two (still have now) churches, both Roman Catholic. The one on the main road used to be unlocked during daytime. My Nan went in (no other people in at that time) to say a prayer or to light a candle or both. I asked whether I could have a wander around to look at the wall paintings and figures of Saints in detail (that were everywhere). As long as I wouldn't "run" or make noise she said I could look around. So I did for maybe 5 to 10 min.
  237. My Nan was now chatting to a lady in a corner close to the altar. I was down the other end. On one side were all the confessionals. All empty of course at the time (or so I thought). Being a nosy little devil, I had to peep through one of the windows of each one...maybe 3 or 5 of these were there. Just before the last one, I peep in and there IT stood at the place where usually the "confessor" would be seated. It kind of looked up at me... it looked dark, it wore a suit or something. I turned and ran. I was scolded for running (sh*tting myself I did, really scared). I told Nan to look into each confessional on way out. She did. She told me to look too to make me see there is nothing unusual. I looked. The "one" was empty too. But I could see the empty little bench in there (but IT stood. It never sat on anything). Clearly I could see the grey velvet seat cushion and on the cushion was a small book, like a prayer book. No book in the other alcoves. Of course, I didn't sleep for the entire week as we lived right next to the other Roman Catholic church. Still puzzled. To this day, I know I had seen something."
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  241. “I was driving off the road in the desert south-west when I had a similar encounter.  I noticed a car with 2 people standing outside the car.  As I approached, I decided to slow down and ask if they were ok.   I got about 20 feet to them and noticed they were turned with their back to me and neither of the two moved at all.  Then as I got right next to their car I stopped and yelled out the window “are you guys ok?” The closest one to me turned his head only toward me and I almost passed out when I saw his white featureless face, just like a mannequin, its head moved fast and jerky and it nodded no at me, just kept nodding faster and faster.  I punched the accelerator, drive right past them and kept looking back.  They remained motionless except the one kept nodding his head real fast”.
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  245. There’s a ton of local small town cryptid folklore/actual sightings that never make real headlines. And then there’s bizarre personal encounters with things (that are also unreported) that don’t match known cryptids. I apologize, I’m being vague. Just saying.
  246. I know a guy who claims the following.
  247. Years back he went camping somewhere at a river on the CA border with his wife & young son. They set up and were doing their thing. Dad notices his son is standing at the water’s edge, staring at something in shock. Dad goes to him to see what’s up.
  248. He was staring at a 6’ long lizard body (on all 4 legs, like a lizard) but it had a very human-like head and face. It craned its neck and was staring back at them.
  249. Dad freaks out, chucks everything in the truck including the tent which wasn't even broken down yet. They leave and never go back.
  250. Wtf was that thing?!
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  254. One time at dusk when my mom and I were visiting my grandparents' grave, I saw something light up inside a nearby mausoleum. We were the only ones in the cemetery and I didn't see anyone walk by that mausoleum. I went to check it and in there, well out of reach, on top of a grave was a lighted candle. Nothing was lit when we passed by that earlier and there was a locked gate in front where you can just look in. I told my mom as it was blazing. My mom so very calmly told me that it was getting dark and it was time to go but I noticed that she was walking really fast and I was trying to keep up. Outside on the roadside, I asked her again what could have happened. She said she doesn't know but it was better that we were not there.
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  258. Late to the party so will get buried, but I have a couple of experiences my dad told me about his childhood home growing up.
  259. He grew up in a pretty basic house on a small estate in the south of England. No fancy Victorian or Edwardian type thing with loads of history, just a run of the mill prefab brick house like every other house built in post World War 2 England.
  260. Anyway he told me of a story when he was about 8/9 and laying in bed one night not long after turning his lamp out to go to bed. He’s laying there like any other night trying to dose off when he hears a noise beneath his bed directly under where his head is on his pillow, whatever was making the noise then proceeds to travel down the length of his bed to where his feet are when all of a sudden the animated head of an elderly woman pops up at the foot board of his bed, no body arms or legs just the glowing face/head of this elderly woman. As he stares at her in shock she screws her face up at him and he calls out for his mum or dad he can’t remember who. As he does this the elderly woman begins to mimic him in a childish/baby like voice.
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  262. In my dad's words he “literally pissed the bed in fear”. He said as my nan came bursting into the room the woman’s head disappeared as quickly as it appeared. But he swore my nan caught a glimpse of the elderly woman’s head floating there as she entered the room. As he remembers it she let out a gasp and had her
  263. eyes locked at the footboard of my dad's bed as she’d come through his bedroom door. She denied having seen anything and put it down to my dad's over active imagination and watching too much Star Trek.
  264. But I can tell by the way he tells the story and how vivid he says it all was, down to him pissing his bed with pure fear that he saw something evil at the foot of his bed that night.
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  268. Ok so I am super hesitant to post this, and may not keep it up. I work for a large construction company in Virginia. I am very level headed. Don’t believe in anything out of the norm... I’m not into sci-fi or fantasy, so saying this is awkward for me. I keep an open mind to lots of things, as long as there is some logic.. I was running an excavator on top of the blue ridge mountains. And I mean dead on top. I could see Jarmans to my west, and most of Albemarle county to my East, past that really. A clear view of the steam from Bremo Bluff power station. So anyway here is the tough part for me. As I was moving rock and dirt with the excavator something caught my eye. I was near the edge of a clearing in the machine, and as I spun the machine around I noticed something kind of clamoring to the top of a rock. Not a small rock, not quite large, maybe twenty inches tall and the diameter of small cars hood. What I saw was only ten or so feet from me. I said “gnome” but it wasn’t what it sounds like, not like a garden gnome. No hat. Nothing like you’d imagine. I can’t describe what it wore, but it did have some kind of clothes on. Wasn’t naked for sure. No hat. No crazy long beard. I remember it’s face clearly. It was rough and dirty. It did have a scruffy beard. Long wild looking hair. But not even shoulder length. But what got me the most was its eyes. This guy climbed to the flat top of the rock, stood up straight, kind of brushed itself off and looked me dead in my eye. He looked surprised as I was. Kind of a shocked look. He couldn’t have been more than six inches tall, but from the brief look seemed aged, like adult. It disappeared in a flash, not a literal flash but maybe I should say in an instant. I got out of the machine and told one of my crew who was close I was going to stretch my legs and smoke, and for him to take a break. I walked to the rock but nothing out of the ordinary was noticed. So I don’t know what else to say, I saw it, 100% sure of what I saw. Can’t explain it. First time I have mentioned it to anyone.
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  272. ‘I stopped at a gas station one morning around 5am.  I was standing in an aisle when this short, stocky man came into the station.  He walked with an awkward gait.  He looked as if he were dragging himself through the aisles.  My first thought was that he was hurt, or maybe that he had been in a car accident.  Every step he took seemed to hurt him. The man didn't appear to be looking at anything on the shelves, he was just walking up and down the aisles aimlessly. I remember feeling fear at the sight of him.  The woman behind the counter didn't seem to notice the man, which I felt was quite strange. Now as the man dragged himself through the aisles, there was this overwhelming smell of rotten meat lingering in the air.  Even the clerk seemed to notice it. As I got a closer look at the man, he appeared bloated and discolored.  He was wearing a pair of beat up jeans and a faded t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it. He just didn't look right. On his head was the exact same baseball cap I had been wearing in the picture of me at the bonfire with my family.  I had just looked at that picture a few hours earlier.  I didn't know what to think.  It was too much of a coincidence.  The man looked like Frankenstein's monster.  He seemed to be cobbled together with mismatched body parts, which is why it seemed like he was dragging himself in excruciating pain like a zombie when he walked. As I meandered through the aisles that morning, I caught a brief glimpse of his eyes, which to me appeared as though they were painted on his closed eyelids. There was just no way the eyes were real.  I did not want to look at him for very long because I felt that to do so could be dangerous.  The man appeared to be dead. He was an animated and bloated corpse walking around a 7/11, which sounds absolutely preposterous to sane and rational people. He never said a word to me or anyone else.  He circled around the station and just walked out.  There were no overt threatening gestures made toward me or the clerk.'
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  276. Back in 1982, in Essex, England, at Warley Hospital, Brentwood, I encountered a ‘stick person’ in the grounds of the Hospital as I was walking home one night. It lopped across the roadway having been seemingly pressed up against a wall. It stopped when it saw me and raised its arms in fright and quickly walked off into the undergrowth. It was very tall with very thin, extremely long arms and legs and a very small oval head. Totally black and no obvious clothing. I saw no face even though it emerged very near a streetlamp and so it was well illuminated. I was terrified and to this day, no one believes me.
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  280. “What I’m going to tell you is the honest truth. I’ve had experiences before but this incident, I still doubt as to what I saw. This happened two summers ago (2018) in downtown Chicago.
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  282. If you’ve ever been to downtown Chicago during the summer after working hours you know how crowded it can get. I’ve been living here 13 years and I’ve seen my share of homeless weirdos. I commute using the subway everyday and seen some weird people. The city has many and at first that’s what I brushed this sighting off as.
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  284. I was walking to the comic book store coming up to State street. There’s lots of shoppers and tourists going about their business when I saw what I will refer to as a homeless man on a corner on his knees. It was only when I looked at him again that I was confused. He looked like a Caucasian man that had a scar on his face that made him look a little deformed. He was wearing an oversized hat, but I could see he was bald. He was on his knees and muttering something partially covering his face. I’ve never stared at someone before but there I was in the middle of State Street shocked and confused. He didn’t look normal. His eyes were huge and I felt really sorry for him. His facial expressions just had lots of sorrow.
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  286. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed him. A young boy in his teens with his dad was looking at this thing the same way I was. I heard his dad tell the young boy not to look at him, but I could see the boy was also in shock and confused. He also knew that wasn’t a human. Something about this humanoid was not right. Everyone else who walked by dared not look and ignored this humanoid. It was my signal to cross the street and I walked away but I kept turning around to get a glimpse.
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  288. The last thing I remember that was odd was how his eyes blinked. It reminded a lot of Smeagol from the Lord of the Rings movie. He didn’t look real. I think about this sighting a lot and sometimes brush it off as it was just a weird looking homeless human. The more I recall the sighting the more I’m convinced it was not a human. That’s exactly what this thing was doing. Trying to hide in plain sight in front of hundreds of people. It’s mannerisms we’re strange too. The way it kept its head down but occasionally looking up to make eye contact was bizarre. It almost felt like I was looking at a wild animal at a zoo. Very bizarre.”
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  292. Me and a friend saw a teeny tiny person.
  293. This was in the 90s and there was a really nice pub about a mile from where my friend Jason lived and the walk there from his house took us along one of the canals (this was in England, the West Midlands to be precise). One evening, I'd gone over to his house, we'd walked over to the pub, had a couple of pints, something to eat, and were on our way back.
  294. It wasn't late, early evening and still a decent amount of light. We're walking down the track beside the canal when we hear a splash in the water behind us. Turning around, we see - about 40 feet away - the ripples of something moving through the canal towards the bank. Now both of us were keen birdwatchers at the time so we were guessing it was something like a coot or a moorhen. So we were both pretty fucking shocked when what looked like a tiny little naked-ass man, about 8 inches tall, climbed out of the water, shook himself off and dashed into the hedgerow.
  295. We were both frozen for a few moments before we headed to the spot where the little man had gotten out of the water. Didn't find any trace of him.
  296. We got back to Jason's place and spent a couple of hours trying to rationalize it but there was no other animal or bird that we could think of that we might mistake for a tiny person.
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  300. Was sitting in my room reading a book, facing my open door. Saw my brother walk past into his bedroom next to mine. Heard him close the door.
  301. Thirty seconds later, my dad comes up to my room, ashen-faced. "Where's your brother?" He asks me.
  302. "In his room," I answer without hesitation.
  303. "No he's not." My dad continues to look absolutely horrified. "Your brother's not home."
  304. We check his room. It's empty. We both saw the same whatever it was walk into my brother's room. Still gives me goosebumps.
  305. Edit: For everyone asking, my brother was out with friends. He didn't come home for several hours. It was a second story with a straight drop down and hard-to-open windows, so no chance of a prank or window exit. We didn't tell my brother until we moved to a new house.
  306. Edit 2: My dad got a better look at the thing than I did. He asked where my brother was so that I would have to independently confirm that I'd seen someone, that the someone looked like my brother, and that it had entered my brother's room. He's clever that way.
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  309.  
  310. This story seems like it's just a creepypasta or something, but it's real, it happened and is still happening as far as I know. I'm not kidding, nor embellishing anything. I think I'm forgetting some parts and I keep getting chills as bringing this up reminds me of how I felt and still feel.
  311.  
  312. My grandmother's house isn't super old or anything, it's actually really nice, has been remodeled multiple times, and is in a really nice suburban area. Other than one room her house is fantastic.
  313.  
  314. I agreed to watch her golden lab for a week once while she was out of town and that dog refused to go into that room. If I went in there she would whine and shiver and stare at the corner of the room across from the door.
  315.  
  316. I had always been afraid of that room, but I hadn't been in there for so long that I assumed it was just some dumb kid fears I had made up. I grew up watching a ton of horror movies and had a well developed imagination. So I didn't pay much attention to my younger self, I chose to stay in the bedroom because it was the middle of summer and it was the coolest room in the house
  317.  
  318. I didn't really notice anything until I decided to sleep in there. That night the room was super chilly and I felt someone sit at the end of the bed. I assumed it was the dog, but when I opened my eyes the dog was at the door staring and whining. I looked down and saw they bed rise as if someone sitting had stood up, and saw movement out of the corner of my eye like someone was ducking under the side of the bed.
  319.  
  320. I did what any rational person with decades of watching horror movies behind me. I walked out of the room, closed the door, and slept in the den.
  321.  
  322. The next night I kept hearing noises in the room. Rustling, once it sounded like someone dropped an empty cardboard box. Throughout the day I would hear a random series of knocking from down the hall. As night approached it happened more often. I decided I couldn't deal and took the dog to the park. When we got back everything was quiet and the dog was happily running around so I went out for dinner with a friend.
  323.  
  324. I came home to chaos. The dog was rage barking and growling in the hall. I went up the stairs and looked. She was foaming at the mouth, shivering, hackles raised, she had peed, she was enraged and terrified of something.
  325.  
  326. I looked in from where I was, trying to follow her eyes and it hit me. The door had been closed when I left it the night before, now it was open, the lamps were on, and there was a super dark shadow up in the corner across from the door. There was a pressure in the room, coming from the doorway. I still don't understand it.
  327.  
  328. I just kind of froze until I heard something behind the door. The next part actually has me getting spooked as I write this. I looked at the crack between the door and jamb and saw white eyes looking at me for just a second before the whole thing seemed to end. The dog suddenly calmed down and looked super confused, snorted a few times and walked off like nothing had happened. I closed the door, went to the garage and got some rope and tied the door handle of that room to the door handle of the room across the hall.
  329.  
  330. When my grandmother got home she asked about the rope. I told her a little about the room and all she said was "Yeah, sometimes that room is no good, better just stay out."
  331.  
  332. Thanks, grandma.
  333.  
  334. I refuse to go back in there, I don't even like going to my grandmas house, but that's partially because my family is insane and because of that room.
  335.  
  336. Now some even more odd stuff with that room.
  337.  
  338. There is no cell reception in that room. You have full bars, you're on a call, the call disconnects when you walk in there.
  339.  
  340. The lan line phone (They are old) has weird static that sounds like a conversation that is too low to hear.
  341. My grandfather has his computer in there and gets super aggressive whenever he is in there. Recently he has started falling to dementia and now refuses to go back in there.
  342.  
  343. My mother, who has a ton of emotional issues, used to stay in that room. She is super aggressive and abusive, has no anger control, and instantly re-writes reality for herself any time she is faced with negative reactions to her actions.
  344.  
  345. Every animal that has been in that house refuses to go into that room. The most recent animals refuse to go to that part of the hall.
  346.  
  347. The bedrooms is always cold and seems far darker than it should, regardless of the amount of lamps or time of day.
  348.  
  349. If you're in the bathroom, across the hall and one door down, you can hear someone pacing across the hall.
  350.  
  351. I had a friend come over when I went to watch the house again a few years later. I slept in the den after telling him about the room and set him up in a different room. He decided to test the room and slept in there. In the morning he was pale faced and kept asking me why I was messing with him in his sleep and how he didn't appreciate me shoving him awake or yelling in his face. He was mostly convinced it was a prank, but eventually confessed he actually moved back to his original room mid way through the night.
  352. I've brought multiple friends over the years and 9/10 of them had something happen or felt something.
  353.  
  354. The GOOD news is that over the decades (I'm almost 40) whatever is in there has never left the room. It's not spreading or whatever. You will have no problems with sleeping in the room across the way or going into the cabinets next to the room. The worst you'll hear is muttering or knocking on the door. If I inherit the house I'm walling that room off.
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  357.  
  358. As a kid I'd tap in a pattern on my bedroom floor sometimes. Once I heard it repeated a couple of seconds later, coming from the ceiling/attic. The only other person in my house was in the living room at the time.
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  361.  
  362. I was at Bible camp, staying in a cabin with about 9 other guys and two camp leaders when we were visited by some kind of creature.
  363. I should preface this by saying that the camp was located in a beautiful spot, but it was in the middle of nowhere. Right on the edge of total wilderness, about 2 hours from the closest city.
  364.  
  365. One night it started raining, just an absolute monsoon. The kind of thunderous rain that made it hard to hear your own thoughts. Everyone got settled in and went to sleep.
  366.  
  367. Around 3 in the morning I wake up with this horrible sense of impending doom, I've never felt it so strong before. It was then that I realized the bell in the mess hall was ringing. Holy shit it was eerie, why the hell was someone ringing it at 3 in the morning?
  368.  
  369. At this point some of my other cabin-mates were awake too, but all of us were still groggy and disoriented.
  370. Just then, we see the door start to open. It slowly but deliberately swings open, and standing in the doorway, we could just make out the shape of this thing. It was massive and filled the entire door frame, much taller than a normal man. Its head almost looked bird-like and I vividly recall its arms hung unnaturally far down its sides.
  371.  
  372. At this point everyone woke up. Everyone froze, we all saw it. My cabin leaders bunk was closest to the door, and this thing turned it's head and looked directly at him. He started to pray out loud and the next thing I remember is just squeezing my eyes shut and when I opened them again it was gone and the door was closed.
  373.  
  374. The craziest thing about the story is that all 12 of us saw it. The next morning we told the camp director and he asked us not to tell anyone about it, apparently it had happened once before at this camp.
  375.  
  376. I'm still friends with several of the guys from that cabin and we still talk about it, almost 5 years later. The area of wilderness that it took place in has also been on the news several times lately as people have been going missing there. Gives me chills every time I see it mentioned.
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  379.  
  380. I've told about this before, but about 7 years ago I was at my mom's house (I live next door) and this white car pulls into the driveway. We weren't expecting anyone so I assumed they were lost and needed directions, and went to the door.
  381. A white woman in her 50s or 60s got out, along with a 9 or 10 year old black girl. Surprised me because I expected the kid to stay in the car if they just needed directions. I open the door and the woman kind of nudges the girl towards me, both with big smiles on their faces. I said hi, what can I help you with? She asked if I was [my name] and I said yes. She told me they went to a neighbor's house looking for me, and they pointed her to our house.
  382.  
  383. Thy just kind of stared at me expectantly, like I was supposed to know the girl and be happy to see her. When I didn't react, the woman told me they were here to see the dentist. Uhh... no dentists here. Small ranch style house in a fairly rural neighborhood. No, no dentists here. Not anywhere near us. The woman and the girl just kept smiling. They didn't look confused. They just kept saying, "Are you sure?"
  384.  
  385. Finally they left and later I asked the neighbor who directed them to our house and she said she never told the woman my name, that the woman asked for me specifically. It's always kind of haunted me. I really feel like I was supposed to know that girl. Like (if I was a guy) this would be someone trying to introduce me to a kid I didn't know I had. I honestly started wondering if I was nuts and had given up a child for adoption. It was that strange of a feeling! My mom firmly believes the girl will come back someday to tell me what it was about, and I think about it frequently. Drives me insane to wonder what they really wanted.
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  388.  
  389. I was 15 or so, we had just been at a youth event in a city nearby and we had given a ride to some other kids because we had a minivan, so afterwards we dropped them off at home first. They lived way up in the hills out in the middle of nowhere, and it was after 10 but there was a nearly full moon so we could see fairly clearly.
  390. On the way to their house, I looked out across a field beside the road, and back by where the forest started (maybe 70 yards from us) I saw a bunch of dark shapes. I started to ask if anyone else saw them, but realized everyone else in the van was already staring as well.
  391.  
  392. They were standing on two legs, but hunched over. Some were shuffling around while others were just swaying gently.
  393.  
  394. We have no idea what they were, I guess they must have been bears because that's the only non-human bipedal thing around. To this day, though, it's like a family in-joke to call them creatures of the night.
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  397.  
  398. Halloween night, I was no older than 12 and my dad was taking me to one of those walk through haunted houses. This one in particular was outdoors and advertized as having a "Jurassic forest" with dinosaurs etc. My adolescent self couldn't resist and the man my father was stopped at nothing to give me the moon. The directions to the place weren't your typical directions very "turn here when you see...” so naturally my father can't find the place and travelling from Alabama end up somewhere near a large lake in Waterloo, Tennessee far from any lights or sign of civilization.
  399. While turning a large dark bend in the road we notice a a glow-in-the-dark cross, the kind marked for those killed in car accidents. That mark the place of the tragedy. As we neared closer someone that appeared to be kneeling at the cross stood up as we passed.
  400. I remember turning around and looking out of the back window. seeing nothing but brake lights reflecting off of trees.
  401. I recall stating to my dad "someone was at that cross on Halloween, late at night all the way out here" he responded "yeah, that's pretty weird".
  402. Because we were heading in the wrong direction we eventually turned around and when we came upon that spot with the cross in the road no one was nearby.
  403. We eventually found the haunted house we were looking for. Good memory of me and my dad. That shape standing in front of that glowing cross at night left such an impression I remember vividly to this day.
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  406.  
  407. A strange thing happened to my wife and I back in around 2005/2006 while driving at night in the UK.
  408. We were driving from my wife’s parents' house in Somerset quite late on a Sunday night back to our house in London.
  409.  
  410. It was a clear, dry evening. There was nothing remarkable about the weather or anything else for that matter. Towards 10pm we were approaching a town called Corsham in Wiltshire. I was driving and my wife was navigating using a road atlas. As I remember, the surroundings became more built up with street lights and trees in a spot where a couple of other roads joined ours. My wife said that we needed to keep going straight and pointed directly ahead. There was no traffic waiting to join our road so I carried straight on.
  411.  
  412. I double checked both roads again when suddenly a thick patch of mist shot across the road from right to left in front of us. It must have been about 10-15 meters across, about 5 meters high and, my guess, it was travelling at about 50mph. The speed it appeared at was quite alarming and I instinctively hit the brakes and saw our headlights (the “pop-up” type) temporarily disappear into the mist which then engulfed the car as it passed over us.
  413.  
  414. As this happened I became disoriented. I was fully conscious and knew that something odd was happening. I went dizzy and experienced a sensation of my car seat being spun backwards 360 degrees with me in it. I could see the road ahead but, due to the dizziness, it suddenly appeared to go vertical and then fall to the side before becoming “normal” again. In the meantime, I knew I was driving and that there was no other traffic so made a conscious effort to hold the steering wheel straight with both hands and braked to come to a halt. The mist carried on its way and after a few seconds everything cleared.
  415.  
  416. A bit shocked, I asked “What the fuck was that?” to which my wife answered “I have no idea, but I feel like I’ve just been spun backwards in my seat and I went really dizzy”. We pulled over to the side of the road and gathered our thoughts before continuing with our journey. We were both quite shaken.
  417.  
  418. We’ve no idea what might have been in this mist to cause us both to get disoriented in the same way. It arrived, travelling at speed and was then gone. It wasn’t a windy evening, this mist seemed to be “travelling” rather than just blowing around if that makes sense. There was no smell to it so I don’t think it was a chemical cloud of something that disoriented us both but I guess it could have been. The car was always maintained properly and wasn’t leaking any fumes into the passenger compartment. Besides, the car was a convertible and, while we had the roof up at the time, it wasn't nearly as air-tight as a normal car so any fumes wouldn’t necessarily hang around. I’m not a meteorologist but there was no reason why there should have been any mist around that night. I was driving so definitely hadn’t been drinking. Nor had my wife. The car has quite a firm ride so there was no “wobbling” effect from soft suspension.
  419.  
  420. All things I’ve considered but haven’t come up with a viable explanation. It was only when looking around online recently that I found that Corsham seems to be quite well known for underground mines and buildings. I think there was something more to this mist than normal. I’d love to know what.
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  423.  
  424. My friend broke down about an hour away from where I lived, so I went out to get him. When I got there it was pitch black and he was being helped by some strange guy with no car (inbred foothill type guy) he was just messing around with my friends engine or what not. Another guy walks up out of nowhere and asks what’s wrong, so I explain that my buddy broke down and we're helping him. The guy says “well it’s a good thing you're here this area isn’t safe after dark” then he walks away. I notice how fucked this all is, I mean we’re in the middle of nowhere and a guy just popped up to tell me I’m in danger. The mountain guy gets my buddy’s car to run, and comes up to talk to us. He said it was like 3 different things wrong with the car, and that we should leave it here and drive it to the local mechanic in the morning. But then says “don’t stay here though, this town gets dangerous after dark... real weirdos come out” then he walks away. my buddy and I jump in my car and are freaking out the whole way home. Who tf were those guys, and why did they both think that. Also the mountain man was not in on the other conversation he said that line as sincerely as the dude who popped in for like 5 mins
  425. TL;DR: went to pick up my stranded friend at like midnight, and was advised by multiple locals that the town was not safe and to leave quickly.
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  428.  
  429. I cannot drive, for medical reasons (blindness migraines triggered by flashing lights). I do, however, use Lyft/Uber a lot.
  430. We picked up a hitchhiking ghost. I swear to fuck, we picked up a hitchhiking ghost.
  431. I always do the rideshare/pool options, because I'm cheap and don't care. I was on my way home late from The Arsenal bar in LA, and it's on the other side of the hill as where I live. We took the canyons back home.
  432. Of course, the phone dings with "______ will be joining your ride!"
  433. No biggie. I'm sitting in the front seat because the back was already full. We drop those people off and go to pick up the new person. She gets in. Doesn't talk, but doesn't pull her phone out either.
  434. Driver is kind of like, "Eh what the fuck do I care" and I'm schemozzled on $5 Jack and Cokes because it was trivia night and my team came in third.
  435. Now, we're arcing up through the canyon, and it's dead quiet and dark. Not too many other drivers out, and not a lot of homes. The girl finally pipes up. "You can let me off here."
  436. The map does show her destination is 'here', in the middle of a pitch black empty field. The driver asks her, "Are you sure?" in that tone of voice that says, "Ma'am I don't care if you are on drugs, but if you get murdered I get a one-star rating."
  437. "Let me out here."
  438. So, poor bastard, he does. Pulls over, goes to get out to open the door for her, but before he can even get the seatbelt off, her door is open and she's gone.
  439. I mean, gone.
  440. Gone, gone.
  441. I don't know if she took off in a dead sprint and we missed her or if she dissolved into the mist.
  442. All I know is that the back passenger door was open, there was suddenly no girl to be seen, and we were in the middle of an extremely creepy canyon road that was somewhere between Sunset and Laurel Canyon and both the driver and I were just super, super done.
  443. I finished the ride in silence, got to my house, and went in without daring look behind me. Slept holding onto my cat and my stuffed pony I've had since forever.
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  446.  
  447. About 20 years ago, I was driving home from a late wedding DJ gig. I was driving south on a major interstate which was relatively empty at 2:30 AM or so. At one point, in the "narrows", the retaining walls on each side get very high as the highway snakes underneath overpasses. Out of nowhere, a young woman jumped down from the retaining wall onto the highway and directly in front of my car. I hit the brakes hard, came to a complete stop, and nearly slammed into her. She looked up, ran to my passenger door and got in looking terrified. She looked between 16 and 20 years old, long blonde hair, and her clothes looked a little dirty. Not homeless dirty, but like she'd fallen down a few times. "I just need to call my mom," she said.
  448. I tried to calm her down and began moving back down the highway and behind me about 50 feet, I see another figure jump down onto the highway out of my rear view window. I didn't mention this to her and she didn't look back or see the other person. I sped up and went about 4 or 5 exits south. She kept saying over and over, "I just need to call my mom." This was before most people had cell phones, so I told her I would take her to one of the 24 hour grocery stores and she could call her mom. I asked her if she needed money for a pay phone, what was wrong, etc. She said nothing other than, "I just need to call my mom."
  449. I pulled up to the grocery store and stopped. She got out quickly, but not running, then ducked into the grocery. She didn't say a word to me or look back. I pulled into the gas station across the street and called 911 and told them the entire story and let them know the young woman was inside the grocery store and a description of her. I have no idea what happened. I don't know why she did that, what happened to her, who the figure behind us on the highway was - nothing. Really made me super uneasy. I think I did the right thing. I would have tried to do more but she seemed really fragile emotionally and somewhat afraid of me (I am a guy), so I wanted her to just be able to get to where she needed to be.
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  453. Was driving with some friends at around 2am, rainy cold night, along a winding section of road with a steep drop off to the river below on one side. We pass a small pull-off and notice a car with no lights on. As we drive by we catch a glimpse of a person standing next to it, and as the headlights hit him we see his shirt is covered in blood all down the front. We don’t stop, but turn around and drive back slowly. I roll down my window as we approach, and he just stands there, blood all over his shirt and pants. His car looks fine, couldn’t have been a crash. Out the window I ask if he’s ok, and over the pounding rain and roar of the river below I hear the most distant and sorrowful “I’m fine”. Gave me chills, I don’t reply and slowly drive off as my buddy calls the cops. About half an hour later we drive by again and there is an ambulance and a couple cruisers, turns out the guy slit his wrists and was going to jump off into the river, cold rainy and pitch black. Scary where your mind can take you...
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  457. I've told this before and it always gets buried. We were driving in the mountains in Colorado with some friends on our way to a ski lodge in Telluride. On the way to our hotel we were driving up and down these winding roads deep deep in the mountains which seemed like forever. It was pitch black outside and around 3AM and we had to at least be 45ish minutes from the nearest town, and it was cold, like see your own breath below 10 degrees freezing cold. As we were driving along, my friends and I all see 4 figures walking on the road coming towards us. We all get weird feelings inside but I did especially, and the hair on my neck stood up. Something didn't seem right. We were way too far away from a town and it was wayyy too cold for hitch hikers or hikers of any sort. We get closer and closer and as we got right next to these "people" we slow down and we realized that they had NO Faces! 4 people walking in the dead of the night wearing black hoods and cape like gowns and they literally had no faces. And by no faces I mean like no eyes, mouth, ears, just blank white pale faces. I'm familiar with ski masks and these were not ski masks. They had hoods on like something from Scream almost. My friends and I all freaked the fuck out speeding away, and my toughest manliest friend of us all was crying, mind you he was in his late 20s. It was the most afraid I've ever been and it still scares me thinking about and typing out. No idea what they were or anything. Demons maybe? It will forever be a mystery. We didn't sleep well the next few nights/months.
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  460.  
  461. My Grandfather always used to tell us this story every Christmas after all the food was eaten and darkness crept in, the topic always came around to ghost stories. My grandparents had had their fair share of supernatural experiences.
  462. It was the year 1948 November my granddad Cyril Barry had just come out of the army he had fought for his country in Italy, North Africa and Holland during World War 2. He had spent the evening with some of his colleges at the legion Club in Street (Somerset). My grandfather admitted to having several drinks, but swears he was not drunk. He walked home alone his house was only 15 minutes away the time was 11.30pm when he left the club.
  463. Most people had retired for the night, in 1948 with no television most people went to bed at 11.00pm. With no street lighting and very few house lights the walk home was almost in pitch blackness. The weather was also cloudy it had been raining so there was very little moonlight to navigate with. Halfway home my Cyril saw lights in the ground floor window of a house up ahead.
  464. Cyril decided he could do with a cigarette before he retired for the evening and as my grandmother wouldn't let him smoke in the house he had better have one now. Cyril decided to use the ambient light from the window to roll a cigarette. He lit the cigarette and turned and glanced through the window that he had his back to. The sight before him made the hairs on the back of this neck stand to attention, my grandfather had seen numerous horrors during the war but the sight before him scared him more than any of those.
  465. Sat at a large table in a large crimson room was a person with a goats head, the head had two horns each about 10 inches in length. The goats head was white it also had a hairy beard, the thing did not seem aware of my granddad outside. My granddad could not see anyone else in the room the thing appeared to be alone. My granddad ran all the way home, scared out of his wits and told my grandmother what he had seen.
  466. The next day he retraced his walk home and found the house where he had seen the goat headed person. The house where he had seen the thing was empty it looked to have been empty for some time the table he had seen in the centre of the room was covered with a dust sheet and the crimson paint looked chipped and faded. My granddad tried to avoid passing this house from then on and took an alternative route home for several months until the house was bought and occupied.
  467. My grandad was never quite sure what he had seen he thought that perhaps it was a devil worshiper, perhaps even the devil himself.
  468. Story sent in by Damon Rudge
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  470. When I was about 8 or 9, I was at a friends house, we were living on the Isle of Wight at the time. My friend lived in a big house just set back from the beach. We were playing with his star wars figures, and I noticed what I thought was a black cat.
  471. I asked my friend when his parents had gotten him a cat. He stated, "We don't have one." He seemed little agitated at my question, so I went into the hall and there it was again, right by the stairs leading down to the living room. I said, "Well, what is this then?".
  472. When he came into the hallway, it dashed down the stairs. He naturally didn't see it, and looked even more upset. His mother was sitting down in the living room, and I called down to her to see if she had seen the cat. She was extremely upset, and told us to go back into my friends room, and stop playing around the stairs.
  473. It had been arranged that I was to spend the night, but my parents showed up about a half an hour later, and took me home. I never really knew why. I figured I had upset his mother somehow, and she was just mad at me, or punishing him for playing by the stairs. Several years later, when I was about 17, an event at home got my mother and I onto a discussion about the supernatural and ghosts, she proceeded to tell me about what had happened at my friends house all those years ago.
  474. The family had seen black creatures, of varying sizes, and they had been terrorizing the family. The origin of these creatures had almost always been the bathroom, which was right next to my friends bedroom. They had been attacked several times causing injuries to the family. What I had seen was one of these creatures, one of the most violent from what they said. His mother had called my mother in a panic, they had never appeared to anyone but family members, until now.
  475. I learned that later that week, the local vicar and several vicars from the mainland, had gone to their house to try an exorcism. They were violently attacked, and one member of the group had become possessed momentarily. They apparently had no further problems from then on, but every time I go by that house, I get this sinking feeling. Like it's watching as you go by.
  476. What brought me and my mother into this discussion was odd as well. I have had several times when I was at home, alone, up in my room, and hear the kitchen cabinets open and close. Sounds of glasses, and the fridge opening. I would assume someone was home and go down to see who was there. No one was home. Nothing had been disturbed. Anyway, I was in my last months of 6th form, and came home.
  477. Our house is two stories with a basement. We would enter the house from the back door, because the garage is next to the back edge of the house. When you walk into the back door, you came into a landing, on staircase hall. The hall went up, into the kitchen area to the left, and went down into the basement to the right. You couldn't see directly into the next room of the basement, the stairs ended above the sub-pump, and the room was off to the left from the bottom.
  478. When I came into the back door, I looked to my right as I came in, because someone looked around the corner, casually, as if to see who was home, and then went back into the basement. The basement lights were on. I went up into the kitchen, and my mother was sitting at the table working on a cake.
  479. I asked her who was in the basement, because I thought it was her. She said no one. I said, "well, someone just looked at me from down their, and the lights are all on." We went and looked, and they were off. We went down, and no one was there.I told her about the other things that had been happening in the house, and she seemed kind of sceptical. For some reason, she may have thought it was their creatures, I don't know. But she told me all about the creatures at my friends house.
  480. I was so upset about whatever it was that looked at me from the basement, that I don't really know how the conversation got there, it just drifted in that direction. But there have been other events that have made me believe in ghosts, demons, or whatever they are. There is something there. It may be a natural extension of our after existence. It may be evil, or the devil. I don't know. I have found that if I leave them alone, and just take them with a bit of humour, and a grain of salt sometimes, that I have on the whole been left alone, I haven't had an experience in about 4 years.
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  483. Didn’t happen to me but to a family friend that is/was extremely anti-paranormal or supernatural things. They never believe stuff like that and to this day they still try and think of a rational explanation as to what happened.
  484.  
  485. They live in a rural area in a big old house and one night they heard knocking on the door. When they went to the door, instead of opening it they just looked out the top window part and didn’t see anyone. The knocking didn't happen again, so they chalked it up to wind or whatever and went back to doing whatever they were doing. A few hours later, there's all of a sudden more knocks on the front door but also their back door and side door. By now it was the middle of the night so they assumed somebody was trying to break in (makes sense since someone had knocked once earlier and no one answered). They grabbed a gun and the phone and stayed at the ready in case someone came in.
  486.  
  487. Instead of someone breaking down the door MORE knocks were heard, this time also on the walls. Now they're thinking it has to be some kind of prank, like teens from the area or something just out to mess with people, so the husband decides to take a look around outside and heads for a window to check first. What he saw didn’t make sense. It was wolves. Wolves were circling around the old house.
  488.  
  489. Now, this happened in the Southern plains area where no wolves live- sure, maybe coyotes, cougars, or even a bear or two, but wolves?! After that they said they both just went to bed since it was just animals and they'd eventually leave when they couldn't find anything to eat. They admitted it was odd, but just figured maybe they were attracted by trash or something, and it was no big deal.
  490.  
  491. Turns out it wasn't, since by morning the wolves were gone and they haven't turned up since. As I’ve said this husband and wife still have no explanation how wolves managed to knock on their doors and walls but they are absolutely determined it wasn’t supernatural. Idk, if that happened to me I’d be a little skeptical lol.
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  494.  
  495. My fiancé and I rent a house together, and we live alone.
  496. About two years ago, we were lying in bed. It was actually pretty late in the morning– 10:30 or 11:00 AM., or so. I’d been awake for about ten or fifteen minutes, and my fiancé was just waking up.
  497. We laid there, talking softly about whether or not we should get up yet, or try to go back to sleep for a bit, since he had the first half of the day off of work, and it might be nice to catch up on sleep since we’d had a busy couple of days. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and I was on my right side, facing him, with my hand on his chest while we talked. In that position, I had my back to our bedroom door, which was maybe 8 or 9 ft. away from the bed behind me.
  498.  
  499. Suddenly, an odd feeling came over the room. Seriously, it felt like the air in the room was suddenly either sucked out, or made very, VERY heavy, and it almost felt like I was under water, or gravity changed… and the room seemed to almost feel like it was tilting to the side. It felt like the air in the room was pressing down on top of my body, while at the same time slowing down time and making me dizzy and loopy. My ears were popping.
  500.  
  501. Well, I thought it was just me feeling this, and for a moment, I wondered if I was having a blood pressure drop (I get those sometimes, though it still wasn’t quite what it felt like), but my fiancé said in a very frightened voice that sounded like he couldn’t breathe very well, and like he couldn’t get out the words without struggling, “Do you feel that, too? What’s happening?!…” And that was when I knew something odd and scary was going on, because he was feeling the exact same thing.
  502.  
  503. I tried to speak, but my speech actually came out kind of slurred and I had to force the words out of my mouth to say “I don’t know…I can’t move…”
  504.  
  505. He said “I can’t…either…” and I saw him trying to turn over onto his side, and trying to raise his arm up. He just kept saying “what’s happening? What’s happening?”
  506.  
  507. I tried to raise my arm up, too, and found that I couldn’t. Again, it was like being under water, and in an intensely pressurized room. I started trying to push myself up, to see if I could sit up… I couldn’t do it. It was just too heavy.
  508.  
  509. Then, we both heard the doorknob of our bedroom door turning.
  510.  
  511. It was turning over and over again… almost like someone was trying to come in, but they weren’t jiggling it, or trying to open the door… it was actually turning in a rhythm. It was turning back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm at about the same tempo as a metronome. Like a beat to a song. It was very deliberate.
  512.  
  513. We were both terrified and we froze– the first thought in my mind was that someone had broken in, though I couldn’t figure out why they would turn the doorknob back and forth, back and forth in a deliberate rhythm, especially because our bedroom door has no lock on it. They could just open it and walk right in.
  514.  
  515. We couldn’t move, that weird heavy-gravity feeling that was holding us down still would not allow us to move, but I was trying to, and I could feel my fiancé trying to, as well. All I was able to do was turn my head very slowly and look over my shoulder at the doorknob, and watch it turning. I could see it.
  516.  
  517. Then, we both heard it… singing. Two children’s voices, what sounded like a pair of young girls, started singing a song that I could not make out most of the lyrics to, and the only clear lyrics that I could make out was the very last word at the end of the sentence: “dancing”.
  518.  
  519. So let me clarify what I’m trying to describe: These two young girl’s voices were singing an almost nursery rhyme type song outside our bedroom door, while turning our bedroom doorknob back and forth, to match the tempo of what they’re singing: the doorknob is going chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, as these little girls’ voices are singing:
  520.  
  521. “Something, something, something something! Something, something, daaaaancing! Something, something, something, something, something, something, daaaaaancing!”
  522. …and the doorknob would turn with each word they sang, keeping perfect rhythm.
  523.  
  524. I couldn’t make out nearly any of the other words of this song they were singing, except for the word “dancing” at the very end of each stanza.
  525.  
  526. And they were singing it in a way that was kind of playful and taunting… maybe, for instance, kind of like two little girls would do if they were teasing an older sibling, or their mom or dad, by coming up to a room they’re in, shaking the doorknob and singing at them, just to tease– the song almost sounded made up, the way kids sometimes sing little made-up songs to be silly or playful…. Just trying to give you a feel as to how this sounded. It also sounded like they were laughing, or trying not to giggle while doing it.
  527.  
  528. So, as this is all going on, and I’m watching the doorknob turn as these voices sing at us, and near the end of the song, I turn my head– in slow motion– back to my fiancé to see if he’s seeing and hearing the same thing I am, and I can now see has finally managed to be able to turn his head and he was watching the doorknob, too, and the look on his face… was just… I’ll never forget it. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, I’ve never see him that shocked or that scared…his face was just white.
  529.  
  530. And then the song ended. It was short, just two stanzas, then just as soon as it started, the doorknob just stopped turning on the very last word of the song, “daaaaanciiiing”, and all at once, that heavy, dizzy weight that had been holding us down and making it so hard to move and breathe just lifted. Just went away. Just like that. Suddenly we could move again, and the air and gravity felt normal.
  531.  
  532. It seriously was all over, from start to finish, in about 10 seconds.
  533. My fiancé sat up and goes “What the hell just happened?”, and he jumped over me and out of bed, raced to the door and yanked it open.
  534.  
  535. Nothing was there. We don’t have a hallway, it’s a small house and our bedroom door opens right up into the living room, and he just looked out into it and goes “Nobody’s out there!”
  536.  
  537. I got up and ran over to him, and looked for myself. No one there. House empty, and our two cats were both backed up against the far wall of the living room, hissing and growling. They’d either heard it, too, or even seen what did it… and from the spot right in front of our bedroom door, all the way through the living room, through the dining room, and out to the kitchen door, there was this trail of heat. I don’t know how else to describe it, it was just a trail of heat. The air just felt hot and oily, and you could almost see a haze, like fog, trailing from our bedroom door, through the house, to the kitchen door.
  538.  
  539. We checked both the front door and the kitchen door. Locked. Both locked.
  540.  
  541. We both sat back down on the bed, and we were just shaking. We kept asking each-other “Did that really just happen? We both heard the same thing right?” and yeah… we both felt the air pressure holding us down in bed and making us move in slow motion, and we both heard and saw the bedroom doorknob moving back and forth in rhythm, and then both heard the two little girls singing that song. So, I know it wasn’t a hallucination or anything.
  542.  
  543. The only difference was that my fiancé understood a couple more of the lyrics of what they were singing, though not many– he said it sounded something like “and we come in a’dancing!” or “and we go a’dancing!”
  544.  
  545. It was just so unsettling and spooky. And to be honest, the way the girls’ voices sounded, they didn’t sound mean or creepy– they seriously sounded like two, real little girls who were just having fun and teasing us. It didn’t feel or sound malevolent, or anything… it still creeped us out, just that it happened, though. We were both shaken up for the rest of the day, and I BEGGED him not to leave for work that afternoon (but he had to). The whole time he was at work, I kept every light in the house on, along with both the TVs in the living room and our bedroom. It’s never happened again, but it still creeps us both out just talking about it.
  546.  
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  548.  
  549. About a year and a half ago, my best friend of 15+ years and I took a trip out to my family farm, at night, after getting out of our second shift job. It was a nice, clear, crisp early fall night in Michigan. We were sitting there, just chit chatting away and watching the night sky, when he asked a very peculiar question. He said, "This place has always had a strange feel to it, almost like you are being watched. Did something happen here? Something bad, I mean."
  550.  
  551. I just laughed a little, and I replied that I only knew the stories that my father told me. I told him about how when my great grandpa purchased the farm in the early 30s, that it was a big family project to keep it up and running. Relatives would come and help with the chores, and in exchange, be able to hunt the land for food.
  552.  
  553. My great grandpa had a cousin that came over one day, helped out, and asked if he could go out later that night to do some coon hunting. He of course, got permission, and set out shortly after sundown. The next morning, my great grandpa noticed that his vehicle was still out in driveway, even though he should have left hours before. It was still dark out, but my great grandpa knew the area of the land he would be hunting, and set off in that direction. He walked back towards the back pasture field, and as he came around a bend, he hollered my cousin's name. He heard a strange, yet familiar voice answer him back. He said that the voice chilled him to the bone, that something wasn't quite right about it. So he called out again, and this time, the voice was for sure not his cousins, but almost like a growl imitating his voice. He said he hightailed it out of there, never looking back.
  554.  
  555. When the sun came up, he took a big group of relatives and farm hands to look for him. They found his gun, loaded, but not fired, his hat, which was covered in a brown liquid spattering, and that was all. My great grandpa looked for any signs of him for over 60 years.
  556.  
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  558.  
  559. I still don’t believe in ghosts... but this got me very close to believing. There was a house next door to us which had three separate renters - all of whom didn’t know and never met each other. My mother, however, knew them all (she worked with one of them), and they all told her very similar stories which went something like this: they never felt like they were alone in the house, just like when you are in a house with someone else, and you KNOW they are in the other room, even though you can’t see or hear them. Well these renters would be in the kitchen and they would feel something against their leg - like light pressure or something pulling down on their pants or dress. One yelled at this thing (she said she always thought it was a small child because of where it was grabbing her on the leg height-wise), and another tenant said that while she was falling asleep in her chair, in a half dreaming, half awake state, she felt pressure on her leg like something climbed onto her lap (she dreamed that part). She then felt something coming up onto her chest (she was half-asleep for that part), then it felt like it was trying to get into her mouth (she was fully awake for that part.) They all moved out.
  560.  
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  562.  
  563. I was only about 5, and was playing hide and seek with my sister and family friends. I hid in the cupboard in mine and my sister's room, where we also had a few dresses etc. hanging up and some toys on the bottom. Anyways, I was a pretty tiny kid and was definitely able to fit in the cupboard.
  564. Was just standing there in amongst the clothes when I felt two hands on my back and was forcefully pushed out of the cupboard. I'd managed to get the doors nearly completely closed and flat out fell out of the cupboard.
  565.  
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  567.  
  568. I had to take care of my mentally handicapped cousin a few years back. She could get around well enough, but due to severe arthritis in her knees and ankles, she had to be watched, helped into the bath, shit like that. I would go into her room in the morning, help her to her walker so she could piss, and make her breakfast.
  569. One morning I heard the water running in the bathroom when I went to check in on her. I had to pass her room on the way to the bathroom. When I did, I saw that she was in her rocking chair in the corner, her blanket over her head, and she was rocking back and forth.
  570. "Don't leave the water on, you're going to flood the place." I went into the bathroom to shut the faucet off, and my cousin was there, washing her face.
  571. I immediately ran back to the room, but it was just her blanket crumbled up in the rocking chair. My cousin wanted to know why I undid her bed. I didn't stay too long after that.
  572.  
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  574.  
  575. Some years back, I was at University with a friend I'd known from school. We weren't best friends, but good mates - we knew about each other and got on well enough. I knew that he was a spiritualist, and he'd sometimes talk about his spiritual guide and whatnot. Not really what I believe in, but each to their own.
  576. Anyway, we were both hanging around the halls of residence where I lived (he lived in another halls), wasting time and watching crap on the tiny TV in the shared kitchen. We were waiting until 2am as that's when WWE (or WWF, as it was called then!) would be showing. As we didn't have Sky (cable, for our American friends) we would often wait up in the halls then walk down to the local 24 hour snooker/pool hall, which would show Sky Sports. Usually, you could ask them to stick the wrestling on and turn the volume up.
  577. Anyway, we're chatting a lot of rubbish and just watching stupid stuff on the tv. Can't remember what we were talking about but I remember after that it wasn't anything creepy. We hadn't been drinking or anything like that either - we were completely sober.
  578. We're chatting away when we realise we need to get going down to the pool hall if we want to catch the wrestling. So we stick on our coats and continue our conversation as we walk outside.
  579. Now, it's weird - the moment I walk through the door, I feel... Cold. It's 2am in England sometime in the Spring, so it wasn't going to be warm out, but I mean... It's like I had chills running up and down my spine. Cliché, maybe, but best way I can describe it is the slow feeling of creeping dread you get when you're watching some scary movie on the ominous music starts to play.
  580. I try and shrug it off, but it's like the dread was increasing with each step down the street. The air actually felt heavy, like it was difficult to breath. I know that sounds like any other creepy pasta story, but it's the only way I really know how to describe that horrible feeling in my gut.
  581. A minute out of the door, I suddenly realise that we're both silent. We were chatting and laughing as we left the halls, but our conversation had just faded out.
  582. I remember looking down the street, thinking that perhaps this was me being nervous about any dodgy characters nearby - but the road was clear. It was a clear night, nothing out of the ordinary at all, but to me there was this massive alarm going off in my head. I was terrified of something, and I didn't know what!
  583. Picking up on the silence finally, I simply said, "Hmm, air feels a little thick tonight." My throat was dry by this point.
  584. He looked at me with a pale face and said, "Oh God, you can feel it too?"
  585. We managed to hold a halting conversation about what it could be, but it was difficult as we both felt sick to our stomachs. Finally, as we crossed the road, I remember my friend turning even more white and saying, "It's death. Death is here."
  586. I don't really remember much after we crossed the road - weirdly, the strange feeling suddenly subsided and we both laughed it off, even though we'd both felt it. We made it to the Pool Hall, and I didn't think much about it for a few days.
  587. It wasn't until later in the week that I was walking from Uni (without my friend) and I passed a building close to the halls, on the road we'd crossed over where my friend had 'felt death'. There were three police cars and an ambulance there. I remember watching with horror as a pair of coroners were removing a body wrapped up in black.
  588. We looked it up in the local paper the next day. Apparently, three homeless people had died together in the building after seeking shelter, and they'd been dead for a few days before being discovered and removed. Never did find out what they died of.
  589. I didn't go and watch much wrestling after that.
  590.  
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  592.  
  593. I experienced a similar phenomenon in my daughter's bedroom. I noticed a weird shadow in the corner of her room that was never there before. It was an odd dog-shaped shadow (like the head and shoulders of a German Shepherd).
  594.  
  595. After tucking her in at night, I noticed it. At first I paid very little attention to it. Then two nights later, I was driven to try and find the source of the new shadow. I turned off lights, put my hand in front of the venetian blinds over the window; I examined ambient light sources. Nothing I did affected the shadow, or allowed me to trace its source. It was bizarre. But I still wasn't terribly spooked.
  596.  
  597. Then one night, I found myself sleeping in my daughter's bed (after her brother kicked me out of my own bed, subsequent to snuggling in between my wife and I.) My daughter was away with her grandparents camping, so I took her bed. At around three in the morning, my foot brushed the wall (near the shadow). For some reason, my body recoiled--as if some instinctive, visceral impulse was telling me not to touch it. It was so jarring that I woke up a little bit. Only after that did I become more suspicious about the strange new shadow. I felt as if my subconscious was warning me about its true nature. I almost instantly dismissed this paranoid thought.
  598.  
  599. But it resurfaced the next night, when my daughter came home and I was tucking her in. She said apropos of nothing, "Have you noticed that shadow there? The one in the corner? I've never noticed it before. But it's been here since last week." I was stunned that she, too, had recognized that it was new. (Like myself, she couldn't determine its source.) It was just suddenly . . . there. I carried out my duty as a parent and pretended as if it was nothing. Just a trick of light, I said. I paid it no more attention, and encouraged her to do the same.
  600.  
  601. Then a few nights later, I was unsettled yet again, when, just as mysteriously as it appeared, it vanished. No furniture was different in her room. Same venetian blinds. Same light fixtures. Same everything. But now suddenly, the shadow was gone.
  602.  
  603. What the hell was it? What created it? Why did my body (quite apart from my conscious mind) recoil when my foot brushed it? I'm a grown-ass man and I'm still perplexed by it.
  604.  
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  606.  
  607. I was housesitting/catsitting for a friend of the family while they were out of the country. They had two cats - a small female with some twitches, and a big burly Maine Coon male. The female was always super timid, but acted like she was in fast-forward mode. The male was super friendly, and would often sit on my lap and stare at me like a creeper.
  608. Anyways, one weekend that I was staying there, I decided I'd sleep in a little. It was about 8am when I woke up (I usually wake up at 7ish), and I'm just laying in bed, fully awake, enjoying the comfy bed and morning light (mind you, this was winter, and bed was really the only warm spot).
  609. As I'm laying there just relaxing, suddenly I hear voices. It's a man and a woman talking, and it's all hushed on the other side of the house. I freeze, and concentrate really hard on the voices because I was NOT expecting anyone out in the boonies, and omgwhatifburglars?!
  610. So I listen hard, and suddenly the male has come into the hallway and says clear as day, "Is she still not up yet?" to which the female says "I don't know!" in kind of a nervous rushed whisper.
  611. Freaking out by now, I jump up in bed and look out in the hallway, and all I see are both cats staring at me.
  612. I kept a careful eye on them after that.
  613.  
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  615.  
  616. This occurrence didn't happen to me, but to my grandmother. It would have taken place in the 1930's. My grandmother was a young teen at the time and she lived with her mother and five siblings in an old house in the middle of the woods. The area was the Ozark Mountains in southern Missouri.
  617.  
  618. My grandmother had got into a fight with her mother. She took off into the woods all day to get away from her for a while. When it got dark she decided to come home. When she got home, the doors were locked and everyone was in bed. There was an old cot sitting outside the house and she decided to just sleep on the cot until morning.
  619.  
  620. In the morning when she woke up, there was some creature sitting at the end of the cot. It has been 15 years since I have heard this story, and she only told me once, so my memory is a little fuzzy. I remember she said it was really ugly and had a full set of sharp teeth. It was shaped like a person but didn't look like a person. She said that it just sat there and smiled at her with its abnormally large mouth of sharp teeth. When she started to get up from the cot to get away, it would start to get up and move towards her. When she would sit back down, it would sit back down. She sat there staring at it for a few seconds and it continued to sit and smile at her. The creature was sitting between her and the front door. She finally jumped up and made a run for the back door.
  621.  
  622. When she got to the back door it was locked but her mother was in the kitchen making biscuits. She was banging on the door screaming to be let in and her mother told her to go around to the front because her hands were covered in dough. My grandmother screamed she couldn't and was frantic enough that her mother ran to let her in.
  623.  
  624. She told her mother what she had seen. She had my grandmother's two brothers take the cot out to the woods and chop it up and burn it.
  625.  
  626. There were a lot of different stories they all told about living out there. My grandmother woke up to a woman sitting at the end of her bed, and her brother was punched in the back while his back was to the wall. An arm reaching from the wall and pulling one brother's hair. An older, adult brother and his friends saw a face appear in the living room. Something grabbed one sister in an outhouse.
  627.  
  628. Another favorite: Apparently my great grandmother just basically gave the land away to a nephew at some point (not due to the events), and shortly after a tornado destroyed the house killing everyone but a small boy who only lost his thumb. His name was actually Boy.
  629.  
  630. Another house was rebuilt in the same spot and a new family moved in. I'm not sure how much time passed but at some point the neighbors realized they hadn't seen the family of four in a few days. Keep in mind, this was backwoods country, so neighbors weren't right next door. The neighbors went to see how they were doing and noticed newspapers laying outside the house. I guess they went into the house and no one was there. Dinner was set on the table with food and plates. Looked like it had been for a while. All the clothes and personal items were left there, just no people. They never did find them. Sounds like a campfire tail, but it actually did happen.
  631.  
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  633.  
  634. We were staying in the house my wife grew up in to visit her widower dad a few years back. The room that my mother-in-law passed away in was upstairs, and straight down the hallway as you reached the top of the landing. On our first night there I was putting our 4 year old to bed while my wife and my father in law were still downstairs watching a movie. My son and I walked upstairs together, with me holding his hand.
  635.  
  636. As we nearly reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly stopped and wouldn't move at the point which he could just see down the hallway. He was staring straight down the hall. I looked at him, then down the hall to an open doorway to a completely dark bedroom. He just stared, and would not move any further.
  637.  
  638. I asked him "Buddy, are you OK?" His response was "Daddy. The light. The light scares me." I looked again down the hallway where he was staring into complete darkness. "Buddy, you see a light?" "Yes, daddy. It scares me."
  639.  
  640. I promptly picked him up and went back downstairs. He slept with us the remainder of that visit. To this day, the hairs still stand up on the back of my neck when I think about it.
  641.  
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  643.  
  644. This happened when I was living in Indonesia to set the scene. If anyone on the minute off chance knows this woman or someone has told you this happened to them please do pipe up. It's obsessed me since it happened and I think about this woman every day.
  645.  
  646. So, we had a house for a while that was a bit like a wedding cake, on top was a little snug/nook room a bit like a ships crows nest, you could see for ages around. We were in the middle of an empty, square patch of land and it backed on to an unused field, big, flat, open, nowhere to hide. No trees lining it, just more flat fields and then a tall back wall. A wall of about 4 foot high separated the field and my house.
  647.  
  648. One day, late afternoon kind of time, I'm up there just relaxing and I hear these blood curdling screams "help me, help me" all of that, a woman, probably Australian/Kiwi screaming in English. I've never heard anything like it.
  649.  
  650. From my nest, I can see her running across the field at the back, kind of limping, pretty sure she was bloodied, fucked up either way, she was about halfway through it when I saw her (big field). I run down to the ground floor and towards the field and she was gone, no sign of her at all. It took me all of about a minute, if that, I was gunning it down there to get to the field but she had just vanished. Nowhere to be seen. Unless Usain Bolt was pursuing her it is incredibly, incredibly unlikely someone came in to the field, grabbed her and pulled her back out without me having seen them. Pretty much impossible, really.
  651.  
  652. I sent my house security out to look for her, I stayed in the field looking and they went towards where she came from and over the wall she had to have come over to get into the field. It was an un used holiday villa and they found a sandal and a bit of blood, nothing else, there was blood on the wall where she climbed over but nothing going the other way, so I know I didn't imagine it or make it up.
  653.  
  654. We called the police and they came and had a look and they also found nothing. Posters went up and stuff, nobody got back to us or anything.
  655.  
  656. Fuck only knows what happened when I was coming downstairs but I know it can't have been good. Still freaks me the fuck out.
  657.  
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  659.  
  660. I grew up in rural Scotland in the 80s and 90s. Think 50 kids total in my entire primary school, rural. There were only 4 kids in my year, one being me so only 3 classmates. I was told that before we moved in to the house I grew up in, the previous owner died of old age in our living room and they lived in my bedroom before that. There was some kind of raised wooden floor built for them to live/die on with a bed that was taken out when we got there. 2spooky4me events as follows:
  661.  
  662. I don't remember this but my mum claims she couldn't find me when I was a toddler and later found me in a closed drawer in my room. No idea how I got in there and no idea how it was closed.
  663.  
  664. I have a distant memory of seeing a dog like 'ghost' running in place in broad daylight in our living room. Mum had me hide behind behind the couch with her suddenly because the coal man was here to collect money we owed him (we were extremely poor and had a coal fire to keep us warm in winter) but I didn't know why we were hiding at first. I peeked into the living room from behind the couch and saw what was like a standing shadow but it was made of light running on the spot in front of the fireplace. It was like a dog running really quickly but it was running in place and suddenly switching side to side every few seconds like it's glitching out. I thought that was why mum had made me hide behind the couch. I got scared and went and stopped looking into the living room, hiding behind the couch fully again. It's stuck with me as a 'wtf was that I saw' moment but seeing as I was barely primary school age back then I can't really give it any real weight as paranormal evidence to myself.
  665.  
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  667.  
  668. I was out walking my dog with my parents. Growing up, we lived next to a large cemetery. Contrary to popular belief, it was actually kind of an awesome place to grow up - lots of space, quiet, and a nightly security guards that patrolled the grounds.
  669.  
  670. This morning was a cold one, probably early December, and we were deep into the cemetery. The way it is situated, there are a lot of different paved roads that twist and turn throughout the hills. The upper hills are newer sites, from the fifties to present. The lower hills are much older, with some of the graves dating from the early 1800’s. We were walking in the lower hills, and it was a bit foggy. Visibility was about twenty feet.
  671.  
  672. As we walked, all three of us (my father, mother, and me) noticed something small and black in the distance. It would appear for a moment and then slip back into the fog. A little spooked, we approached it with some trepidation. Suddenly, the fog parted and we stared as a chill crept down our spines. Nestled among two very old gravestones was a skeleton of some big creature, picked entirely clean. Bleached bone clean.
  673.  
  674. It looked canine, except it was huge - at least the size of a Newfoundland or Great Dane. The only sign of it’s former self was a single furry black paw - nails and all - on one of its legs; that was the black thing we saw through the fog. Everything else was gone except for the bones.
  675.  
  676. My dog started to act agitated. My parents and I took that as a sign and booked it out of there, looking over our shoulders in the fog. We got to the main house where the cemetery caretakers were stationed and reported what we had seen. They said they would send someone out to pick it up. Chances were it was an unlucky dog that had been caught by coyotes or a teenage prank. Nevertheless, it was an unnerving experience.
  677.  
  678. The strangest part was the next day. We stopped into the caretaker’s house and asked about the skeleton. We talked to the same guy who had gone out to pick it up the day before and he told us he had gone to look for it and hadn’t found anything. No sign of any skeleton at all.
  679.  
  680. TL;DR My parents and I came across a haunted dog skeleton in a pioneer graveyard.
  681.  
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  683.  
  684. I was with an outdoor group back when I was a teenager. We were in the western US for two weeks and planned to spend one week rafting and the next hiking through the canyons. One night during the first week, the weather was beautiful and we all decided to skip pitching tents and just sleep under the stars.
  685.  
  686. After a few hours of telling stories about growing up and where we all came from (we’d all only just met) we drifted off to sleep.
  687.  
  688. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of shuffling. I looked around but it was so dark that I couldn’t really see anything so I just assumed the sound was people tossing and turning in their sleeping bags.
  689.  
  690. I had a dream that night that I was dragging myself across the floor of my kitchen because my legs wouldn’t work. It was kinda eerie but when I woke up I didn’t really think much about it until I sat up and saw where I was.... my sleeping bag, as well as everyone else’s in my group, had been dragged at least ten feet towards the riverbank. You could actually see the trail on the ground where each person was dragged from where they were originally sleeping.
  691.  
  692. We were all freaked out of course. First jumping to the possibility of someone in the group playing a practical joke. But honestly everyone seemed equally spooked and no one in the group remembers waking up and seeing anything. Additionally, each person had drag marks behind their sleeping bag, meaning that if it was someone in our group, they’d have had to weigh their own bag down with something heavy and drag it to leave a mark matching everyone else’s. Totally possible but definitely a little extra.
  693.  
  694. We spent the next week and a half in the wilderness together and no one ever fessed up. Other than hearing a few weird noises echoing through the canyon, nothing super spooky happened after that. I have absolutely no recollection of someone or something pulling at my legs. It makes me so uneasy thinking about it.
  695.  
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  697.  
  698. When I was about 15 or so I went to Walmart with my mother. Did the usual thing people do at Walmart, you know, buying groceries and stuff. Nothing exciting happened there. When I got home, I went up to my room, closed the door, turned on the tv. Nobody has ever believed me when I say this, but I saw the security footage of my mother and me in Walmart as we were walking through the front door. On my tv, at home, in my room.
  699. I freaked out and ran to grab my mother but when we came back it wasn’t there.
  700.  
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  702.  
  703. I can remember when I was 8 or 9 me and my little sister were in the kitchen, and through the glass door to the hallway we could see a floating head of a young boy, extremely pale with short black hair. I can still clearly remember and it definitely wasn’t a reflection, it was too opaque and he didn’t look like us at all (both of us being young girls with long hair). My sister was crying and screaming and I just remember laughing in shock. My sister would deny seeing anything until recently when picking her up from the pub she just casually said “Hey remember that floating head when we were wee?”. To be honest I’m a bit pissed off that she actually remembered it because I was doubting myself for the longest time.
  704.  
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  706.  
  707. Three years ago I was staying at an old but quite luxurious hotel in Essex. I had a room with a very high ceiling. Middle of the night, the room is pitch black and I'm wide awake because there's a baby crying very loudly. It sounds like it's coming from the room above mine. I just roll around in bed being all annoyed for a bit, until I realize that I'm staying in a room on the top floor. I start to freak out a little and the crying gets louder and louder. It sounds a lot clearer now, as if the baby is in the same room with me, but the sound is still coming from the direction of the ceiling. I'm lying in bed in full blown panic now, too afraid to get up out of bed. Then the crying stops abruptly.
  708. It was completely quiet for a moment. Then I felt a baby sized hand grab my wrist.
  709. I almost flung myself out of bed in horror and turned on the light. There was nothing there. This might just be the scariest experience in my entire life and I'm still incredibly glad that I only had to stay in that hotel for one night.
  710.  
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  712.  
  713. I have an uncle who always went on weekend hunting trips by himself. I don't know how far into the wilderness he went because it was only squirrel hunting, but it was always 3-4 days out in the woods alone.
  714. About 4 years ago he stopped going alone and came back early from one of his trips after he swore he saw a little boy running around and playing in the woods. He only goes in larger 5-6 parties, always buddies with someone and never stays as long now.
  715.  
  716. I want to add that the spots he went to were off road mountain spots. These were pretty far from things like campsites etc. I mean, I don't know... I believe he saw something, I just don't know what.
  717.  
  718. I should also have added what he claimed happened and so here you guys go: He was walking around trying to find a good spot to sit and wait, when he claims he heard what seemed to be a little boy laughing. He kind of paused and looked around scanning the trees etc. Then in the distance, he said he saw this boy just run across this forested area..
  719.  
  720. He swears it had to be a boy because the boy was wearing a blue jacket. He said it was just a brief moment, like a few seconds but it looked like the boy was playing hide and seek or something.
  721. He said he immediately got this bad feeling. He kept staring at the spot but the boy was gone after a brief moment. He turned around and started walking back.
  722.  
  723. My uncle was certain it wasn't just campers or another hunter with his kid because in all his years of hunting at that spot, he's never run into anybody else. I think that's the more likely option but I don't know.
  724. I also wanted to add the fact that his was a pretty major event for him. He's been hunting his entire life and is pretty used to trips alone. It's not like he's a guy who jumps at random noises in the forest.
  725.  
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  727.  
  728. Back when I was about 7 I was hiding in my sister's closet with my cousin playing hide and seek, Her closet was full of clothes to the point where it was to my head. We moved around for a bit and I swear on my life I saw a woman’s hand with red fingernails come out of the pile of clothes and grab my shoulder.
  729.  
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  731.  
  732. About seven or eight years ago I visited a friend a few states over. They live in a fairly rural area, with some forested area behind their house. It was house, then 30ft to a fence, then maybe 200-ish feet beyond the fence is this forested area. My friend and his family claimed spooky shit happened in this forested area, but I didn't believe it. Nevertheless, this kind of thing really fascinates me, so while I don't believe in paranormal or the supernatural, it's still interesting to humor the thought.
  733.  
  734. I brought a hat with me when I stayed with them. It was a black hat with Jimi Hendrix' signature embroidered on it; my favorite hat at the time. I was told by my friend if I tossed the hat beyond the fence (not necessarily into the forested area), it'd appear in or close to their house. So I did. Tossed it over the fence one night, and lo and behold, in the morning it was on their front porch. Whatever, anyone could have done that. Nothing spooky about that. I tried it again a couple of times with the same end result: on their porch or by my belongings indoors each time. And each time monitoring my friend in the process to make sure he doesn't grab it and move it. Whatever, his brother or sister might be in on it.
  735.  
  736. I took one of my friend's items unbeknownst to him, a belt buckle, and threw it over the fence, noting where I tossed it so I can grab it later. I didn't have to, because it suffered the same fate: on the front porch a couple hours later. This one confused me, but I was still skeptical so chalked it up to one of their family members seeing me and doing it.
  737.  
  738. This all culminated when my friend and I went into the forested area one night. We brought flashlights and I wore my hat. After a few minutes in, the flashlights went out at the same time, he stopped and told me to run back. I didn't question him, there might be a wild animal or something and I don't care to get bit or harmed, so I bolted. To note is that he sprinted a few seconds before I, so he had a measurable head-start. In the process, I dropped my hat. I didn't care, I ran.
  739.  
  740. When we got back inside the house, my hat was waiting for me in my suitcase. No one was with us, especially no one who could have grabbed my hat and went the long way back to his house faster than us. My friend didn't grab it either, since he was already gone when I dropped it. To compound this, we were the only ones at the house that night, and it was locked.
  741.  
  742. I still don't understand to this day, but I did leave my hat with him, half-wishing it would appear at home several hundred miles away, but no dice. Some other weird stuff happened, but this was the biggest example of weirdness.
  743.  
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  745.  
  746. I was out with my friends and came home pretty late. I didn't want my parents asking questions so I snuck in through the garage. The door was locked but I had a key. I turned the key to unlock it but then I heard an abrupt snap and the door locked again. I repeated this three times. Each time I unlocked the door, the door re-locked. Exasperated, I cried out, "Mom, it's me!"
  747.  
  748. Then I heard the door unlock. I opened the door and no one was there.
  749.  
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  751.  
  752. Around the time that this happened, I was in fifth or sixth grade, and my sister (Alyssa) was just entering elementary school. For Christmas one year, she was given a toy oven/stove, which had buttons that you could press that made it talk in a happy voice and say cute little things like "lets get cooking!", or made sizzling sounds or sounds of a baking timer going off, depending on which button was pressed. The toy was kept in her room, and one day I decided to go into her room and play with it. When my sister heard me playing with it she got mad and tried to pull it away from me, so I was pulling back at it and I yelled "STOP IT ALYSSA" so she let go and gave up on trying to get me leave. I then pressed one of the buttons on the stove, and instead of it making the usual sound effect, it was a very warped and gravelly version of my voice saying "stop it, Alyssa" as I just had a minute before that. After that the toy would not play its normal sounds and I got so scared that I told my parents about it, and they had no explanation as to why it sounded like the toy had recorded my voice.
  753.  
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  755.  
  756. I was out for a walk (I like walking at night, it's relaxing). It had just finished drizzling so the ground was wet, but just barely. I was walking, and suddenly I hear a kid singing. Not a weird thing, I know a family nearby that will also go on night walks. It's probably them. I look around, and no one's there (go figure). So I keep walking, a little weirded out.
  757. 1. Now, you know that feeling where your stomach drops and you know you need to get outta there? It was like I walked into a wall of that. I had never been more on edge. The streetlight I'm walking under goes out, and I look up at it.
  758. 2. There's a kid on top of it. No kidding. He's sitting there singling "twinkle twinkle little star" and kicking his feet. There's no ladder, no rope, just the kid. He looks down at me and just looks. Then back up at the sky, and he sings the song again. I'm like, pissing myself. Then I look up at the sky too, and see the blood moon looking out from behind the clouds.
  759. 3. A taxi drove by, I stopped it (by jumping in its way, I almost got hit) and got out of there.
  760.  
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  762.  
  763. I was 12 years old. My grandmother was sick in the hospital and I was at the mall with my two older cousins, trying to clear our heads and get away from the grief for awhile. An older gentleman walked up to us smiling and handed one of my cousins a piece of paper. It read "why didn't the family answer the door?" We looked at the man confused and he gave us a second piece of paper, still smiling. It said "because they were already dead." He then giggled and walked away, and my cousins grabbed me by the hands and basically ran with me all the way back to our car. We were desperate to get back to the hospital where we wouldn't feel so alone and vulnerable. I still get goosebumps when I think about that weird man and the creepy way he laughed and smiled at us.
  764.  
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  766.  
  767. So, there's this old bridge in my town that's supposedly haunted by a young girl who drowned in the river beneath it. Apparently, if you came at the right time you could hear her scream. When me and my buddies were in high school we had nothing better to do than go ghost hunting. Being from a town of 6000 people in good ol' southern Illinois, half of that being prison inmates and mental health patients, you have to get a bit creative to have any sort of fun.
  768.  
  769. Anyway, we get to this bridge at about 3 A.M. and we sit there for awhile. Nothing. About 20 minutes go by and were all skeptical. Everyone's joking about how dumb this was, or trying to creep each other out. All of a sudden, Screaming. The most blood curdling, high pitched screaming you've ever heard. It wasn't just one scream either. It never stopped, it kept going even as we were driving away in our cars. But that's not even the worst part.
  770. Me and one of my buddies high tail it back to the cars as soon as we heard the initial scream, because you had to walk a bit downhill to get underneath the bridge. Halfway back, we both go from sprinting to a dead stop at the exact same moment. I never asked him what he saw, because I saw it for myself. It was a girl, running on all fours into the woods.
  771. I don't talk about this much because it gives me chills just thinking about it, and nobody ever takes me seriously.
  772.  
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  774.  
  775. Okay, this is my go-to scary story that happened to me. When I was about 10 or 11 years old, I stayed up sort of late. When I got to bed, i was still feeling restless. I pulled all of my blankets around me and tucked myself against the wall (my twin bed was flush with the wall). I was in bed awake for probably an hour when I started hearing a rather unsettling noise. Muffled crying. I focused on it, hoping it was my imagination or I was asleep. After a few minutes I needed to see what it was. I turned around in bed to see a woman in a dress standing at the far side of my room, crying into her hands. Her hair was matted and her clothes tattered. Oh and she was about 7 or 8 feet tall, crammed under the ceiling. After a few seconds she looks up at me and screams, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. She made eye contact with me, turned around and walked through the wall. I stayed awake that night.
  776.  
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  778.  
  779. Walking around the city at about 2am with my roommates and some friends. There were probably 7 of us or so. We come to a street which is perpendicular to the one we were walking on. Everything is fairly well lit by street lights, mind you. It is then that we notice a couple buildings in... (it's the middle of the night, by the way!) a small boy, about 6, and a girl, about 10, in the front yard of a dentist's office on this street, just rage hitting the ground with sticks. No sound coming from this scene, either. Our entire party watched this for a good 5 minutes, just completely befuckingfuddled. One roommate speculated that we were watching ghost children. We were too freaked out to do or say anything. It was bizarre.
  780.  
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  782.  
  783. My friends and I were visiting a graveyard a couple blocks away from home on Halloween, because why not? There is a building that restaurants have been going in and out of for years and none seem to stay open for long. The graveyard is basically this place's ‘backyard’. On that night for some reason the lights were on in the building and there was a lady in a pink dress standing in the window just staring at us. There was no restaurant open in there at that time. We all kind of booked it and this lady followed us from window to window like she was gliding, not walking, which made us completely book it. We ran as fast as we could down the road and there is a segment without windows for her to follow which direction exactly we went but by the time we got to the next set of windows running full speed she was standing there already, watching in our direction. We never made that trip again.
  784.  
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