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  1. It was December 2003, my parents and I were at my grandparents' house. The house is in deep south Louisiana and very out in the middle of nowhere. We were there for Christmas and the house was full so I slept in their fifth-wheel camper. It was about 2-3am and I hear my grandparents' Great Danes barking up a storm. I look out the window and I see them chasing a small black object about a foot tall. It's darting back and forth leaving these dogs in the dust. So it darts under the fence and stops right under my grandfather's repair shop light. It goes from being about a foot tall straight up to well over six foot tall. It was thin but not frail, it didn't have facial features that I could see; it was like looking at a shadow. It wrenched its back and screamed at the dogs. I can still remember the sound and the feeling it gave me. The dogs ran to their kennel (they didn't come out for two days) then it turned its head towards me. Even though I couldn't see its eyes, I knew it was looking dead at me then it bolted into the woods faster than I had ever seen anything on two feet move, and disappeared into the dark. I was so scared I didn't go into the woods for years, and these were woods I grew up playing in. Woods I knew, but I don't know what the fuck that thing is and I don't ever want to see anything like it ever again.
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  3. I had something like this happen to me for a few weeks once. I was in the ICU and kept almost-dying on a daily basis. I remember seeing(?) that same black animal. I always called it a black dog - but it was like a dirty wolf or something. It would watch me when I was alone at night like it was waiting for me to die.
  4. IDK why I saw that. Maybe it's a common hallucination. Who knows.
  5. EDIT: Apparently its a global phenomenon. Whether its something supernatural or just some left-over evolutionary flicker in the recesses of our brains is up for debate, depending on your beliefs. It sure is interesting though.
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  7. My first daughter was maybe 3 months old, it was fall in Michigan. Wife and I had taken her out and just gone grocery shopping and came home. Wife put her to bed, nothing out of the ordinary. When my wife went to get her out of the crib in the morning she called for me to come see something. Under my daughter's blanket was a handful or so of brown oak leaves. No idea how they got there since we had taken her out of her carseat, she was wrapped up in that blanket. It baffled us. We've never told anyone because it's just so odd. But every now and then she'll ask me if I remember that time with the leaves.
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  9. I have a vivid memory of my stepmom leaning against our washing machine with a man's severed head at her side.
  10. It was just a dream, but it felt very real for a long time. Brains are weird, man.
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  12. My wife told me that when she was about 20 she lived for a few months with another girl in a rental house. The other girl said that she would wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and see an old lady sitting in the chair next to her bed, but it didn't scare her. The lady wasn't looking at her, just sitting there knitting or whatever. She'd look away and then back and the lady would be gone.
  13. My wife said she thought her friend was just dreaming this, until one night she saw an old lady standing in the hallway, turned and went back into her friend's room, and she ran to the room and there was nobody there.
  14. But she said this was the worst part. While they lived there, they would occasionally lose something that didn't seem logical. Like their hairbrush or makeup or playing cards. Just random stuff would disappear overnight. It wasn't super frequent, maybe one item a week or so. Then the lease was up and her friend decided she wasn't going to renew, and my wife decided she'd just move back in with her parents because she didn't want to live at the dorms (the college she was going to then was in the same town she lived in.) She and her friend moved all their stuff out, and both returned to clean up so her friend got her security deposit back. They went into the kitchen and every item that they had lost was arranged neatly on the kitchen table.
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  16. Green light shining down on me in a focused beam from the horizon. Pulsating, scanning my town, then folding up into itself and backtracking into space. Don't really think about it because I can't explain it, but I have a feeling it's not good.
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  18. Maybe not so bizarre, but I have this memory of my mom bathing me in the kitchen sink (I was only a few months old if even that). My dad was behind her switching back and forth to either side of her to take pictures of me. I remember thinking to myself that this guy is an idiot and something along the lines of I can't believe this is my life now. We still have those pictures. It could be a false memory but I knew the layout of the kitchen that the pictures don't show. We moved out of that house when I was still an infant.
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  20. I went camping once, and in the back of the lot I rented, in the woods, there was this abandoned cabin that glowed red (like a flare) from the inside at night. I checked it in the mornings, and there was nothing, just an empty cabin with some signatures and doodles on the walls.
  21. I ask the locals about it and they either don't know what I'm talking about, or outright refuse to talk about it.
  22. One day a dog was barking and ran to the cabin. It immediately went quiet, and I could hear the owner calling for the dog.
  23. Another day these kids are playing around in the lot next to me while I roast food on my fire. I see them playing and yelling, and then they go into the cabin and everything goes quiet. Their mother comes up to me and asks me where they are, and I point at the cabin. She starts crying while looking at the cabin, and her husband walks up and looks at it dumbfounded.
  24. The next day I got out of that campsite and went home. A couple years later I ask one of the locals what the deal was with the cabin, and they tell me that it's haunted or some shit.
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  26. I think I've seen dead people. I'm not really sure. My ex husband and I were driving down a quiet street in our city. It was a rainy afternoon. We see an old man pushing an even older woman in a wheelchair. The woman was holding an umbrella. They were both dressed in black and were very frail looking. Something about them seemed off, and as we got closer to them, I didn't want to look at them. We pass them and my ex husband is looking in the rear view mirror. He swears the man looked like his head was on backwards, watching us. It was very creepy. I think they were dead but I know no one will believe me.
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  28. When I was 13 my mom would drive me to school on her way to work every morning. We lived in the country so this was a 30 something minute drive where we would listen to each other's music or talk about nonsense or books that kind of thing. Well, 15 minutes into this drive one winter when the roads were icy but school had not been cancelled we noticed a pickup truck that was halfway driven off the embankment before a bridge. A cop car was already there but alone. We were already going slow because of the state of the roads so we slowed even further to pass the accident. We both looked over to make sure everything was okay as we were passing but noticed a severed head laying in the middle of the road. We simultaneously asked each other if that was a head because it looked pretty mangled. We don't really talk about it anymore, and I don't bring it up. I think the only people I've told are my friends I saw at school that day and my wife.
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  30. I found one of my old drawing pads under my bed one night on my dresser (i painted at the time so there was 0 reason for a drawing pad to ever come out from under my bed) One of my art pieces had been defaced with three phrases weirdly written onto the page.
  31. "Tiling"
  32. "He's in the walls"
  33. "Grandeur"
  34. Not sure what that's all about, but it freaked me out hardcore.
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  36. I know four different people who don't know each other who have told me on different occasions that they've seen people walking around their house, then hiding, and then disappearing. Of course the first instinct is not "Oh shit, there's a ghost", the first instinct is "Oh shit, there's someone in my house." So naturally it's when you can't find them that the fear sets in. Those four people, and me, all live in the same neighborhood.
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  38. A few years ago, my SO and I were on the way home from dinner and we drove separately. Totally normal meal, nothing strange or stressful happened. She was a little ahead of me and when I was a few minutes away from home, I got a call from her and she was panicking. She was really really scared and she said she saw something in the neighborhood near our house and it made her feel awful. She wouldn't get out of the car until I got home.
  39. When I get there and we get inside she tells me she was driving in our neighborhood and she looked down a side street and saw a tall (well over six foot was her estimate) black hooded looking figure which appeared to be gliding above the street. She said she felt a really strong feeling of terror when she saw it.
  40. I had never heard of such a thing before. She is not even a person particularly interested in the paranormal and whatnot. Anyhow, she was legit freaked out and I have no reason not to believe her. She doesn't like talking about it. Weird shit.
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  42. When I was around 12, me, my cousin, and my brother were building a snow igloo in my grandma's backyard. We had the whole dome complete, and were working on the inside making the walls smooth, when I accidentally smoothed it a little too much and a little hole to the outside formed.
  43. Instantly, a little hand shot through that hole and started reaching around, trying to grab something. At first, none of us in the igloo really freaked out, since we thought it was my little sister trying to break our fort. After grasping around for about 10 seconds, the hand pulled itself back out of the hole. However, when we went out to yell at my sister, there was no one there, and there were no footprints out there apart from our own.
  44. Lots of scary shit has happened in that backyard, but this one definitely takes the cake.
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  46. Sorry for a "not me but someone else's story" story, but here it is anyway: I used to work for the US Forest Service and sometimes worked with an older gentleman that had lots of interesting stories from his many years of life. But by far the most chilling tale was from when he was working in a very secluded area of wilderness and was walking through the forest when a thunderstorm hit. He had seen an opening in the hill a little while back and headed to it to take shelter. Once inside he shined his flashlight to check he wasn't going to wake up a bear or something and found the skeleton of a man, sitting in a lawn chair, with a rifle rigged up so he had been able to shoot himself. The skeleton was still wearing jeans and a flannel shirt.
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  48. Was not alone but the only one awake. Driving in south Texas at 2 in the morning in a heavily wooded area. I saw a person walking on the side of the road. As we got near the bend my lights go on him and I see a head in his hands. Just a head. He was holding it by the hair and I could see the face. I hit the gas and got out of there, almost wrecking in the process. My mom wakes up screaming at me to slow down. I didn't stop or even talk until we were pulled over for speeding. Before it was done I was in an ambulance and they were dosing me with something to keep me calm. I was told it was my imagination. 3 days later campers found a headless body.
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  50. I was hiking through the remnants of a remote, long-abandoned town and the surrounding area. To get to as far into the woods as I was, you had to cross fallen trees over a creek three times. I had just crossed the third "bridge" and was about five miles in and something blue caught my eye just ahead of me.
  51. There was a man, in his sixties at least, wearing blue satin pajamas, sitting in a tree. The closer I got to him the louder he laughed; it wasn't a maniacal laugh, but it set off all the alarms in my head nevertheless. He also wasn't wearing any shoes and looked well-groomed/cleaned.
  52. I gave him a friendly nod as I passed and he just kept laughing. Then it stopped. I turned and he was gone. There was no branch cracking, plants rustling, nothing... He was just gone.
  53. Still rubs me the wrong way. The area I was in was a pretty rough hike, very secluded. Not very many people venture as deep as I was that day. No idea what was going on there. That's a bit creepy, because all I could think was "That was the devil." It got under my skin.
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  55. Seeing what was left of a man lost at sea. We were too far offshore to report it to any governing body and what would they have done anyway? Just a bloated and sunburnt torso bobbing on an endless horizon. Entrails dragging behind like jellyfish tentacles, and fish hanging out underneath, nibbling.
  56. For me, the creepiest part was that there was no mystery. We all knew what happened, more or less, and we all knew we could be that guy.
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  58. Knew a guy that spent virtually his entire adult life homeless. Used to wander around all over the country and spent more than his fair share of nights sleeping in the woods with another homeless man he befriended while out in the streets.
  59. One morning he set off into town early to fetch booze and cigarettes while things were still quiet and not many people were around. His buddy stayed behind in their particular spot of the forest sleeping.
  60. These guys weren't too keen on being disturbed so they typically went fairly deep into the woods, a good 2 or so hours walk from town. It took him a good 4 hours to get to town, buy his stuff from the office then lug it back to the spot where his friend was.
  61. When he finally returned he found his friend burnt alive inside his charred sleeping bag. In the 4 hour window that he'd left to get booze his friend was attacked while he slept in his sleeping bag and was set aflame by someone in the middle of the woods.
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  63. Wet footprints in the middle of a dry creek bed in a desert in southern Utah. We were out hiking in an area that was already pretty far out in the middle of nowhere by car and another hour and a half plus on foot and we came across 3 bare human footprints in the middle of a dry creek bed with the sand surrounding them completely untouched and dry. And we knew it hadn't rained in the area recently because we had been camping there for the previous few days.
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  65. I used to manage a restaurant that closed at 11:00 pm. I would usually be the last one to go home between about midnight and 1.
  66. One night I went to leave and as I was pulling out of the parking lot my trunk just goes flying open. I slowed down and started to pull over so I could jump out and close it and as I am doing that I notice that in the parking lot of the building two down from the one I was leaving there are somewhere between 20 and 30 random people just laying there.
  67. Some are teenagers, some are older, some are really old, and they're all dressed in somewhat warm clothes (it was winter). All of them are on their backs, hands at their sides (like they were planking), randomly laid out in this parking lot and not a single one is moving. Since it was so late and such a small town, I was literally the only car on the road so I basically just stopped half way in my lane and half way pulled over, staring at all these people.
  68. I got an overwhelming feeling that I should not get out of my car and that my trunk popping open was not a coincidence. I did not like the fact that I was basically alone with all these people and I was the only one who didn't know why they were laying in this parking lot in the middle of the night. I didn't like any of it so I just took off.
  69. I sped home with my trunk wide open, lost half the shit that was in there, and I don't regret it at all because never in my life have I had such a gut feeling that I was in some sort of danger. It was definitely in the top 3 weirdest experiences of my life.
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  71. I used to live in Texarkana (Arkansas side) and worked for the county jail. We would periodically take a prisoner to the mental facilities in Paris, TX, and it was always a 2 person job. So we were rolling back up to Texarkana at night along a country road and up ahead at the end of our headlights we both saw something that looked like a cross between a hog and a man. It was muscled up pretty good, had pinkish-jaundice yellowish skin, naked and loping across the road on all fours. Simultaneously we said omgwhatthefuckdidyouseethat!?! As cliche as it sounds, we both knew nobody would believe us. We did not have the guts to go check.
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  73. For a period of time, my husband would see disembodied legs standing at the sides of roads as if waiting to cross. He would mostly see them on the highway at night. He really hasn't seen anything like that again. No idea what that was all about.
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  75. I've seen this before. It's fucking weird.
  76. They were naked and faded out at the top. It was always the same pair (or at least, the legs always looked the same).
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  78. I've just read about the horned man in the young man's bedroom and was amazed to have had a similar experience. However, what I encountered was a very tall (about 6'6" / 7' tall) apparition of what I can only describe as a two-dimensional sort of dogman. It had height and width, and most curious of all, its body shape was in angles – a man's body but with a large dog/wolf's head.
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  80. I just woke up on my parents settee (I was going to work, and my sister and her husband had the spare room). I switched off the alarm clock, went to the toilet, then lay back down on the settee for an extra five minutes. I went to grab a cigarette when, through the now open door, it sort of stumbled into the room, looked left, then it slowly turned its head toward me. My mouth was wide open. I was honestly shitting myself by now. This thing looked straight at me, then started to walk toward where I was lying, but it moved in a clockwork sort of way. When it stopped and leaned toward me, that's when I managed to let out a huge shout. That seemed to unnerve it and it took several steps back and disappeared out the door where it came from.
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  82. I would like to add that I am a professional man, don't take any drugs, moderate drinker, don't really smoke much either. I don't really think I have seen any ghosts before, but here's the totally crazy part: This experience happened in April 1994. In August '96, I stayed with quite a successful artist in London. She showed me some of her work, and there in front of me was a quite normal everyday scenario painting with a dark gray "dogman" painted into the picture, dated April '94! When she saw how aghast I was and could see the amazement, she simply said, "Oh, you've seen it too?" Still to this day, no explanation.
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  84. That jogged a memory. I had the radio on in the background, either TalkSport or LBC, would have been mid to late 90's. Can't remember what people were calling in about but nothing paranormal was mentioned before or after this call. I wasn't really listening so missed the first bit but a woman, sounded middle aged to elderly, rang in and I started to listen when she said she'd seen all these thin white creatures on her tv, on every channel, walking among the actors who seemingly couldn't see them. She'd rung the police, didn't know what else to do. They'd been dismissive but a while later a policeman called round and told her they knew all about them but they kept quiet about it because they didn't want to frighten people, that some people could see them and some couldn't. The host had been derisive and disbelieving that a policeman would say that to her. She said she knew! she agreed! it was crazy!, and that's why she'd rung the station back to ask what he'd meant, that some people could see them and some couldn't? She'd been very serious and despite what she was saying didn't come across as unbalanced, the fear only crept into her voice when she said the police station told her they hadn't sent anyone round...and the host cut her off and sneered that she should go and have a lie down, had she been at the cooking sherry, etc. Anyone else remember this?
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  86. This occurred around 6:00am one winter morning, when I was six years old. My two sisters and brother (Judy, Wendy, and Larry), and I were all in the bedroom Judy and I shared. We were all playing on the bed. We were up early because dad was getting ready to leave for work. Dad was a long haul truck driver and was up before the crack of dawn on the days he left. He was often gone for days at a time so we didn't want to miss saying goodbye.
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  88. We were jumping about and acting positively silly, laughing and giggling, with the occasional, "Settle down you wild bunch!" being yelled at us from my parent's room. My older sister, Judy, noticed that something wasn't smelling too lovely. Wendy, the youngest, was in need of a diaper change. Larry and I were assigned the task of retrieving a diaper from Wendy's room across the hall. Now, maybe as a child you weren't afraid of the dark, but my brother and I were scared silly!
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  90. Before we left the bedroom, Larry and I made a pact to hold hands, close our eyes and cross the hall together. When we got close enough to Wendy's dresser (how we would know with our eyes closed is anyone's guess), we would open our eyes, grab a diaper out of the drawer, and run like the blazes back to my room. We just got to the doorway of my little sister's room when I felt Larry let go of my hand and take off. I kept walking for a bit and then opened my eyes thinking I must be close. I was still about three feet away from the dresser and even though my brother had run back to the other room, I realized I was not alone.
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  92. Crawling towards me on its hands and knees was a very small child-sized skeleton. It had emerged from under the dresser that held my sister's clothes, and, more importantly, the diaper I was supposed to be getting. With a surge of adrenaline, I turned in total terror and ran at top speed back to the doorway of my bedroom. From the doorway I jumped and landed on the floor against the wall on the other side of the bed. I was shrieking the entire time. That alone can tell you how terrified I was. My brother Larry was already on top of the bed. He reached down, grabbed me and pulled me up beside him. He was looking totally terrified too. I didn't know if he was scared because of me, or if he had seen the skeleton before he took off.
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  94. My father, upon hearing all this commotion, came running into our bedroom turning on the light. "What the heck is wrong with you?" he yelled. Believe it or not, even with the light on, from my point of view on top of the bed, I could still see that skeleton crawling across the hallway towards our door! It crept to our doorway, and then was out of my sight near the end of the bed where my father was standing. I started screaming at dad, "It's coming, Daddy, it's coming! Look out, it'll get you!" My dad was getting more frustrated by the minute! Then at the end of the bed, I watched the skeleton as it crawled on top of the bed right beside him. I just kept on yelling and screaming. At that point I remember throwing the covers over my head, because I could still see the little skeleton crawling up the bed towards me. I couldn't remember what happened after that. I did try to recall what happened next but there was a blank spot in my memory.
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  96. This topic was never discussed again until years later. Judy and I were telling scary stories around a fire on a camping trip, while Larry and Wendy listened. Mom and Dad were off on a nature walk. Judy asked me what had happened that early winter morning years before where I had run back into our room screaming incoherently about "it" coming to get us. I told her about the skeleton that had crawled out from underneath Wendy's dresser and how it had crawled towards our room. I told her I couldn't remember what happened after I threw the covers over my head. She told me I had my father so upset that I got the spanking of my life. Larry added his memory then and told us that he had seen the skeleton too. He had been too afraid to say anything because of my father's reaction towards me. He said, "I did save you though, I got you back up on the bed as fast as I could after you flew over it and hit the floor!" I thanked him and then we continued telling our spooky tales.
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  98. I asked my mother some time later where she had gotten that old dresser in my little sister's room and what had happened to it. She told me she had bought it at a yard sale and that it had long since gone to the dump. I guess we will never know if the two were linked, but it makes me think twice about buying used furniture!
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  100. When I was in my early 20s, I was fresh out of the closet and lived in the French Quarter. I started getting hangup calls from someone (presumably a hookup).
  101. After a few months of sporadic calls, someone showed up outside of my window at around 2 AM and started blasting a tape recording of me saying, "Hello...? Hello....?" then drove off.
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  103. A Senegalese friend at our house for dinner and herb one night recounted how his family would never camp out in the jungle due to what he called 'pikmini'. I thought he was talking about pygmies, but he was aware of them and assured us these 'pikmini' were tiny flying people who dwelt in the trees and would drink the blood of the unwary by slitting their throats with a tiny knife fashioned from a seashell.
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  105. He also refused to look through my telescope at Jupiter, stating that he wanted nothing to do with what's out there. He wouldn't elaborate when pressed as to what he was afraid of, simply ending the topic with a statement something like "nobody needs to know what the people up there are about". He obviously believed that these 'people' were real. I was fascinated, but didn't get any further with him on those subsequent occasions I asked him to elaborate. He remained adamant that it was dangerous to mess with that side of existence - very sincere in his reluctance. I was impressed.
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  107. One day I was working with a friend in a brand new home in Ogden, Utah. We were doing the heating and air conditioning. My friend was checking the furnace and discovered it had a bad transformer, so he left to go get a new one.
  108. While he was gone I continued installing the ductwork. I got an eerie feeling and looked over my shoulder and saw an old woman standing at the base of the stairs. I figured she was the homeowner. I said "hi" and asked her if she needed anything. She just shook her head 'no' and smiled. I went about my business.
  109. Then I felt the same eerie feeling. I looked over my shoulder and, there she was, about five feet from me. I got off my ladder and said, "Can I help you?" She smiled and, once again, shook her head 'no'.
  110. Just then I heard my partner pulling around the house. I turned to see where the woman was and she was already by the base of the stairs, about 50 feet away. I said "Are you sure you don't need anything?" She just looked at me and motioned with her finger for me to come with her. Of course, I said, "No way!"
  111. Then I heard my friend enter the home on the first floor. The old woman again motioned for me to follow her. She was backing toward a crawlspace just under the stairs.
  112. I took my eyes off her for a second to try and figure out where my friend was and when I looked back; I saw the most horrifying old woman motioning to me with a bony, leathery finger. This time she said, "Get over here!"
  113. I watched her disappear into the crawlspace. That was it. I got out of there fast. Finally my friend joined me and I told him the story. He just laughed and told me to stay outside if it would make me feel better. And that's exactly what I did.
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  115. The Belled Buzzards were a series of strange bell-wearing birds of prey that have been sighted all across the country roughly from the late 1860s and into the mid-1940s. The most common explanation is that the belled buzzard was part of a poorly-thought out prank wherein someone tied a bell to a buzzard they had captured.
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  117. Something like this happened to me a couple of years ago. I was knocking on my girlfriend’s front door when she lived on Telegraph Hill and, while I waited for someone to answer, I had the maddest sensation of breath against the side of my head and against my ear. It gave me goosepimples and I'm sure I heard a whispering voice. It sounded like someone talking in their sleep or when you hear a toddler talking to itself, all whispers and shallow breathing.
  118. Freaked the hell out of me and when someone answered the door they said "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
  119. "Well, not seen" I said.
  120. To my knowledge, nothing odd had ever happened there before or after.
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  122. When I was about 19-20, my family was leasing a house that was literally out in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest neighbor being about a mile down the unpaved dirt road. We'd lived there for about five or six years, and being a college student, I was always popping in and out at all hours, and would usually nod off on the sofa watching TV in the living room. As a result, while I would listen to music and watch my own television in my room, I generally never slept in there, as the room itself gave off a vibe of just not being "right".
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  124. One summer, several of my cousins had come to stay with us, and this was something special for all of us, as we lived very spread out across the country, so getting all of us together at the same time under one roof was quite a big deal.
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  126. It was decided that four of my cousins would stay in my room for the duration of the visit, and one evening, I returned home from town at roughly one or two in the morning, quietly crept down the hall in order not to wake them, and opened the door to my room to leave my book bag and other items from school on the floor, not switching the light on in case they were sleeping.
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  128. I immediately heard whispering and giggling, and asked in a low voice, "So are all you guys awake?" to which I received no response. The giggling began again, followed by a whispered "Watch this, wait, look what's he's doing". At this point, convinced that my cousins were screwing with me, I reached over and flipped the light switch - nothing. The bulb had burned-out. I then opened the door, which filled my room with light from the hallway.
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  130. I was alone.
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  132. My cousins were all gathered in the living room, watching television, and had been nowhere near that part of the house.
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  134. To this day, I can still clearly remember the exact sound of those giggles and whispers. I didn't see a ghost, or anything monstrous, but the idea that someTHING(s) were in that room with me, in the dark, still sends chills down my spine to this day.
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  136. When I first read this post, I was reminded of an incident that happened when I was in the Boy Scouts. This was in the early 70s. We were on a five mile hike to prepare us for longer hikes that were coming up. The scoutmaster had us hike an easy trail that was basically a dirt road that only a few houses were on but was long enough to satisfy the requirements of the hike. We came upon a small cottage that looked boarded up. Since we were far ahead of the rest of the group, we enthusiastically tried to break in, being the type of kids we were. I went to the front door, but not only was it locked, but through the window it looked like there were boxes stacked everywhere.
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  138. All of a sudden, one of the kids who was more nervous about getting into trouble shouted to us. He had kind of a strange look on his face. Frightened, he was staring up at the second floor. After questioning him, he swore on his mother that he had seen the face of a large thing that, in his words, "looked like a big cat, but wasn't."
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  140. He swore that it looked like a mixture of cat and human. The face simply looked out the upper window at him, then disappeared.
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  142. We told the scoutmaster about the sighting, and he said that it served us right trying to break into someone's old house, though it was apparent that he didn't believe a word of it.
  143.  
  144. In my more pragmatic moments I figure that the kid was simply lying to get us to not break in. Other times, I wonder. I mean, the look of fear on his face and the quiver in his voice was not easily faked.
  145.  
  146. To this day, I just don't know what to make of it.
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  148. My friend is very rational, and usually won't give something of the Fortean genre a second thought. So I was a little surprised when she told me this story. In fact, she seemed very uncomfortable sharing it with me, as if she didn't know what to think of it herself.
  149.  
  150. When my friend was around nine years old she sat playing in the hallway of her house. She said she distinctly remembered sitting cross-legged on the floor, when all of a sudden a horse walked past her. She stared at the horse, and she described it like this: "It was like a horse, but a bit smaller. Its neck was a bit longer and its teeth were gangly and they curled out of his mouth. He was brownish red in color." She said that when she looked up at it it stopped walking and looked directly at her and smiled very widely, she said its teeth were strange and long and the way it smiled made her very uncomfortable. After it smiled at her, it turned its head and walked into her parents bedroom. Immediately after it walked into her parents room they started fighting, "yelling and shouting," in her words. However, she said her parents never saw the horse nor did they ever believe her.
  151.  
  152. She insisted on calling it a "demon" horse. Perhaps she thought it was demonic because it caused her parents arguing...I know she wasn't joking with me. She believed this had happened and was uncomfortable sharing it with me because it was very much out of her character to give any credit to strange, out of the ordinary things.
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  154. I recently made a trip back to Pt. Pleasant, WV for the holiday season. While I was there, my wife and I decided to take a trip through the TNT area since its such an interesting place to visit. She brought up something that I'd forgotten about that happened there about 10 years ago, something that may be of interest.
  155.  
  156. For those of you who have read the book "The Mothman Prophecies" by John Keel, you may recall him mentioning a "bungalow" in the woods in the TNT area where a lady who he interviewed lived. Well, I was driving along the road that passes by where that same bungalow stands, and I eventually came to what appeared to be fairly modern homes. I noticed as I approached that there were three children who appeared to be about 10 to 12 years old; one appeared to be a girl, and the other two appeared to be boys. The largest of the three (one of the boys) was watching my car as it came closer, while the other two were bent over "playing" in a puddle of water along the side of the road.
  157.  
  158. At first, this didn't seem odd at all since its common to see kids in rural WV playing in puddles on the side of the road. The odd part was that, as I drove past, they all stopped what they were doing and stared at my car like they'd never seen one before. Keep in mind that the two who were bent over the puddle never stood upright, they just turned their heads to look at me. Just as I passed them by, the largest of them (who was previously standing upright) dropped down on all fours and started after me. The other two followed, and they continued to chase my car, and keep up with it, down the road for about 200 yards. Never in my life have I seen anyone able to run approximately 20 miles an hour, and definitely not on all fours.
  159.  
  160. I've driven past the house since then, and haven't seen anything like that since, but the house does look abandoned. I can't help but wondering if the "children" live there, or if they just happened to be in front of the place at the time.
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  162. I just helped move everything out of my grandmothers old house. No one had been living in the house for about a year now. We found a dresser in the basement with a can of pop, a bottle of water and some juice boxes. The can of pop was inexplicably frozen solid, while everything else was warm.
  163. I can't for the life of me understand why that would happen.
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  165. In fifth grade, I left my house to stand at the bus stop down the street. When I got there, I noticed literally hundreds of sheets of paper scattered throughout the street. Naturally, I concluded that someone's recycling bin had spilled over, but it wasn't recycling day and there were no trash cans or anything of the sort put out. When I picked up one of the pieces, I saw that it had my name on the upper right corner. They all did. Turns out they were all some kind of worksheet or homework that I had done in the years past. I hadn't kept any of them or given them to my parents, so their presence was truly mind-boggling, and remains so to this day.
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  167. The house my parents live in now was previously one of my best friend's. As such, I've been coming up here for 15+ years. At the bottom of the garden, behind the fence is a little alley, and behind that is the back end of another garden. In that garden, live two little girls.
  168. In all the years I've been coming up here, they haven't aged. They're exactly the same as when I was 6, 12, and now 24.
  169. They still run around shrieking and such, and they're both under the age of 10, still. And I know it's the same girls, because they recognise me and say hello and stuff.
  170. So apparently, there's a hole in time at the back of my garden.
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  172. Apologies for the wall of text, I'm on mobile. I was going for a nice jog down the lonely dirt road near my house. I know it isn't recommended to run in the middle of the day during the summer, with the heat and humidity and all that, but I like getting tan and working up a sweat. I don't mind heat much in general. Anyway, I live in that part of the Midwest that's FLAT. I mean on a clear day you can see 10 miles in every direction. As i'm jogging down the road I start slowing down because just ahead of me behind the fence bordering the road is a huge field where the local rancher lets his cattle roam. I don't like running near cattle because the horseflies start biting me and I also don't want to spook the herd. I figure I'll edge up as close as I can and turn around once they start noticing me. Well I get about 20-30 feet away before I look up and you know, really look at the cattle. They usually start getting quiet when they see me getting too close and I hadn't thought to really look at them to gauge their reactions until I was that close. I made eye contact with a person. I mean, I felt like I was looking up at a person at first because one of these cows right up at the fence had a human face. Like, it was a cow with a person's face. That's it. That's what it was. It was a ginger longhorn with the plain, dull, devoid-of-defining-features face of a mannequin. I was close enough to see what it was. It wasn't the heat. I wasn't hallucinating. I'd gone for longer runs in way more hot, humid, broad-fucking-daylight conditions than what I was running in that day. We get our share of weird shit where I live but something so blatantly unexplainable happening to me was new. I made sure not to look away from this thing because I wanted to make sure it didn't start twitching or running at me like some kind of fucked up scary movie. I paused my music and began backing away quietly. I didn't know if this thing was about to start speaking to me or what. It looked like it could, almost like it wanted to. I kept backing up until I was what I deemed far enough away and I turned and ran the fastest mile of my life back to my house, where I locked the door behind me and spent the day watching the herd down through the upstairs bedroom window. I told my family about it that night but I mean, what can you do at that point. Could've been a skinwalker or some shit, except I didn't know they could move this far north. TL;DR cow with a human face doesn't want me to exercise.
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  174. I've told this story here before. I used to take walks in the woods of Appalachia quite a bit when I was younger. I've told the story of turnarounds, so this time I'll just remember the basement. I came across a really old clapboard house. It was so old and decrepit that the floors had fallen in, and only parts of the outside walls and some of the chimney still stood. I looked at it for a minute, and then a thought pops in my head.
  175. Ah, if I go around the right side and around the back, I'll find some stairs leading down to the basement. I'm already here, I might as well go say hello. I walked around the house's right side and found the stairs. I went down them and I knocked on the door. After the second knock, I hear someone on the other side scrabbling at the locks on the other side, like in a huge rush. I heard them mutter to themselves, "Just a minute, don't go, don't go..."
  176. All at once I realized where I was, what I was doing, and the fact that someone was about to open that door. I got the hell out of there, fast. I've never been back.
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  178. Walked into a small pub on the outskirts of Oxford with my brother. Empty pub, no answers to our calls. After a few minutes of uncomfortably English loitering a large white rabbit hopped though the bar and out the door. Still no answers, we left a little freaked and beer-less.
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  180. I used to always sleep on my trampoline when I was younger. I loved it. One morning I woke up in an uncomfortable position (not weird as you always roll to center of tramp) I had a noose around my neck. It was a really old creepy rope. One you'd see in an old western and the rope was not long at all after the noose. Maybe like 6 inches... like I was being hung and some one cut me down. It drove me crazy for a while. I mean i still think about it... I thought maybe my brother did it as a prank but he still denies it to this day and is sincerely creeped out by it.
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  182. My friend (let's call him Jake), from time to time would tell us about how he'd often hear his home phone ringing early in the morning, always at around 5am-ish. And how it would wake him up, only to ring for about 4 or so times before it would stop. He said it freaked him out because he couldn't imagine who would be calling at that time and why they would suddenly just stop (also how it pissed him off that he was then just awake). I'd assure him it was probably some automated scam call trying to sell some crap or something.
  183. A couple of weeks would go by, and then Jake would tell me again about the phone ringing early in the morning. He'd make it clear that it couldn't be his Mum or Dad, because they were in bed. Fair enough.
  184. A relevant point to Jakes story is that he had a disabled younger brother, let's call him Dale. When I'd come round to hang out, Dale would always be with us and he was great, he just wasn't really able to communicate with you, he just kind of made noises. We'd throw something on the TV, hang out and eat cereal or something.
  185. Anyway, about the 6th time Jake complained to me about this phone thing, he said he actually managed to pick it up this time. I remember what he said ''It's just a constant buzzing sound. I picked it up, held my breath and listened. Sounded like tv static or something'' This kind of confirmed our suspicion that it was an automated call. I said if he'd listened any longer it would have probably kicked in and the voice trying to get you to throw your card details in would have blurred out. He put it down though apparently.
  186. Literally the next day he said it happened again, but before he picked it up it had already stopped ringing. He picked it up anyway, hoping to get the callers number and realised the call was still live. The same buzzing noise, but he heard someone else on the line, shuffling around and breathing. Jake said he pretty much shit himself, proceeded to hold his breath again and just listened. Said he'd never been more freaked out in his life. Said he listened for a good 15 minutes, and came to realise that it must be Dale that had picked up the phone before him and was kinda talking to the buzzing noise. Apparently the buzzing would sound out for about 30 seconds or so and then Dale would make the most intelligible (that the right word?) sounds he'd heard Dale make, almost as if he was responding coherently. After Dale would do this, Jake said the buzzing stopped for a second or so and then would sound out for about 30 seconds, repeating the process. This went on for about 15 minutes before Jake said he went in to Dales room and put the phone down.
  187. We think Dale must have been picking up the phone and doing this every time Jake heard it ring. Jakes never heard Dale sound so coherent before and hasn't since. The phone calls have stopped now.
  188. TL;DR - My friend's disabled brother would pick up the phone to a reoccurring call, and communicate with the static buzzing sound in the most coherent way he'd ever heard him speak.
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  190. When I was six or seven, I was going to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door because no one else was home. My parents' room was directly across a narrow hallway from the bathroom, with their door being pretty close to being entirely open, with only clothes keeping it pushed slightly outward. From where I was, I could see the foot of my parents bed, the wall on the left side of their bed, and the wall which the door was against, being nearly fully open, if that makes sense. Sitting silently, I see a black dress, with no figure inside rise up from behind the left side of my parents bed, proceed to float out to the front of the foot of the bed, appearing to float directly towards me, and float behind my parents' bedroom door. Completely silent, no body, no legs, feet, nothing. Just a black dress. It floated not slowly, but not too quickly, like it didn't even know I was there and was just casually floating through the house. I was freaked as fuck. I finished my business, and quickly jumped across the hall and slammed the door the other way screaming out of fear and an attempt at being threatening. But nothing was there besides my mom's robes and pajamas. Since then, I was sure to close the door every time I went to the bathroom. And only recently have I begun going with the door open if no one else is home. And nearly every time I do, the thought of that goes through my head.
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  192. I was playing hide and seek with 2 of my sisters, the youngest sister was found by the older and they were both looking for me. I hid under the blue kiddy pool that was overturned out side.
  193. “Mom just said he was on the other side of the house!” They began sprinting by the kiddy pool and there was just enough space for me to see their feet. I saw the youngest run by first then the eldest. Then I saw two pale veiny feet walk by slowly but carefully. Whoever it was started screaming in a howling manner. I slowly put the kiddy pool on the ground and tried not to make any noise.
  194. They found me immediately after asking why I gave away my spot.
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  196. I used to visit my grandparents house with my Father every Sunday. A very odd family lived a few houses down. They had a massive property in the middle of old Pasadena. The house had three stories, a basement, and huge back yard. I was introduced to the little girl that lived that at some birthday party. We would to sit on the side of the house and look for four leaf clovers. She told me she liked to play in the backyard barn but nobody was allowed to go back there anymore. She promised there were a ton of animals there and I loved animals, so of course I wanted to go. She said we had to be very quiet and fast but she would show it to me.
  197. We had to follow this little trail maybe a quarter of a mile behind the house. There was a ton of foliage around the trail and it blocked out the building and there was a barn back there. It was massive and really something you would see out of a movie. She said it had been in the family for a long time but the barn looked pristine. When we approached it, she told me we had to be very quiet and that we couldn't go inside.
  198. We started playing around the barn but not directly next to it. We started looking for clovers again for awhile before I remembered she mentioned animals. When I asked if we could see them, she scrunched up her face and got up. She didn't say anything but did get up and start walking towards the barn. The grass was overgrown right up against the barn, which didn't really make any sense because it looked brand new. The rest of the area was cleared out, the grass was only overgrown up near the barn.
  199. She started digging through the grass like she was looking for something. She wouldn't tell me what. The longer I stood next to the barn, the more uncomfortable I got. I felt like we were somewhere we weren't supposed to be. I became a little distracted and started looking around for our parents or some adult to jump out and scold us.
  200. When I turned around again, there was a pile of bones sitting on the ground. I looked up at her and she was holding a very small skull in her hands. It looked like it would've belonged to a sheep but way way smaller. She leaned in and whispered, "This is why we can't play back here. My Mommy said he doesn't like animals anymore." I'm not sure why I wasn't freaked out. Once I noticed the bones, I could see them scattered all through the grass. We heard her Mom called for us and we ran back. It wasn't until a year or so later at another birthday party that I was in the backyard again. I asked her Mom if we could go play by the barn and she looked at me like she'd seen an alien. She said they never had a barn. The trail to it just...disappeared. There were big trees there and everything. Something weird happened with the adults after that and I wasn't allowed to go to their house anymore.
  201. I have no idea what happened. It was very creepy. I'm fairly certain I had an overactive imagination as a child and dreamed all of that up. I asked my Father a few years back if he'd ever seen that neighbor's barn. He had no idea what I was talking about. Why would there be a barn in the middle of a big city?
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  203. Cop here. I've posted this story before so it may sound familiar. I was dispatched to a house at about 1 am for a prowler. We get there and talk to the residents. Long story short they saw 2 people wearing masks (one Jason style hockey mask, don't remember the other) in the yard across the street. It was like 2 weeks past Halloween so it seemed believable. We check the area and don't see anything. 10-8. It's worth noting the residents didn't seem drunk/high/crazy at all. A few times you'll get a similar call and get there to find the resident is strung out on meth and seeing things. However, back to the story. An hour later we get called back. This time we have our dispatcher on the phone with them while we are surrounding the area. We (about 5 of us) are in a perfect position, dispatch tells us they can still see the prowlers in the next yard. We start to move in. Dispatch says the residents saw the two prowlers wave and move into the shed. Guess where I am? That's right, next to the shed. I give verbal comands, bang on the door, and nothing. Fuck it, fine. I'll come in after you. Doors open and......empty. I even think to check for a trap door. Nothing. It is raised about 4 inches so there isn't even a possibility of a door leading out. Again check the area and find nothing. I talk to the residents. They said as I was moving in on the shed the two put their finger to their lips (giving the shhhh sign) and then they both waved. They moved into the shed as I was next to it. We went over every possibility trying to come up with an explanation. If the caller was just fucking with us they had no prior history of it (as in repeated calls for service at the address). I'm not much of a believer in paranormal stuff but I can still appreciate a situation where I can not logically explain what just happened.
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  205. About 10 years ago, my boyfriend at the time and I were driving around my neighborhood smoking pot and being upstanding members of society. It was the middle of the night, probably around 1 or 2 AM. There’s a stretch of road that is very poorly lit. It’s always frustrated me that you can’t see anything. I’ve thought about writing the city to put in more street lamps there... anyways
  206. It was really dark, and we’re coming around this corner and my ex slammed on the breaks. I screamed because it scared me. And he was just like “Look.” There was someone sitting in the middle of the road, legs crossed, with their back towards us about 30 feet ahead of us. They were wearing all black with a hood up and I’m surprised we didn’t hit them. I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl, teenager or adult, but I could tell that it was definitely a person. They didn’t move AT ALL, even when my ex started inching towards them. It was too late at night to start honking.
  207. I will always regret this part. I got an overwhelming sense of dread and begged him to turn around and go home. In that moment, I really really didn’t want to see what their face even looked like. Ex was visibly freaked out too, threw it in reverse and went home. I remember talking about that we were glad whoever it was didn’t see what our car looked like.
  208. It’s always bothered the hell out of me that we didn’t drive around them to see who it was. Why were they there? Were they suicidal? The speed limit is only 25mph so I doubt the collision would kill anyone. Was there someone crazy in the neighborhood? Were they trying to joke around? I hate that I’ll never know what that was.
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  210. Reminds me of a story my grandma told us. When she was a kid, she lived in Florida and they were very poor. Their homestead was all white sand and no grass. Her dad had left one morning to go into town which was a days trip by horse and buggy. Before noon, they get a knock on their door. Her mom goes out and there is a very short, almost midget size man. He asked her if her husband was home. She told him no and that he would be back soon from town. He then tells her that he better get home real soon because something may happen and wasn't friendly. She shut the door and watched him from the window go into their barn with the mule. She got all the kids inside and locked them all in the house and waited till her husband got home. When he got in, she told him what happened. He goes out and comes back after a while and said his tracks lead into the barn but there were none coming back out. He looked to see if there was a hole he could've gone out of on another side but there wasn't. He never come out. He wouldn't let them stay alone for a while after that.
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  212. When I was 11 years old I lived with my mom, stepdad, and little sister in a new tract home in Phoenix and often my little sister (she was 4) would get up as soon as my parents went to bed and come sleep in my bed because she was scared to sleep by herself. One night she was in the bed with me and a noise woke me up after my parents had already gone to bed, my bed was positioned in a way that if I were laying on my side I would be facing my bedroom door, which if open meant I was looking into the small hallway area and could see my parents bedroom door as well as part of the bathroom door. I laid there just looking at the ceiling with that wide awake feeling you sometimes get when your not very tired to begin with and since getting up after hours could get me into alot of trouble I figured I'd just lay there until I fell back to sleep. I decided to turn over so I was facing the door and standing there in the hallway just outside my door was what appeared to be a boy about 3 or 4 years younger than me wearing a pair of red swimming trunks, flip flops, and a towel kinda hanging over his shoulders as if he were heading to go swimming (or coming back from swimming). He stood there with his right side turned towards me and it looked like he was staring at something down the hallway towards the living room and I just watched him stare for what seemed like several minutes. I remember feeling very strange watching him because while he definitely shouldn't have been there, I remember thinking that maybe he did belong there for some reason. I kept staring at him and was trying to think of something to say and when I felt as if I had worked up the courage to speak he slowly turned his head towards me without moving his body and began mouthing words but with no sound and this terrified me to the point that all I could do was bury my face in my pillow and hold onto my little sister as tight as I could. I kept my face buried in the pillow for what seemed like forever and when I finally mustered the courage to look again the boy was gone. I never spoke of what I saw that night until much later in life when I was an adult as I somehow thought if I mentioned him he would come back to visit and maybe next time I wouldn't be so lucky. I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural and as a skeptic I have to concede that it's possible I dreamed or imagined the whole thing, but I can remember it like it happened yesterday (I'm in my 40's now) and it's as real as anything else that I remember from childhood.
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  214. When I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher, working overnights, almost 10 years ago, we received a number of 9-1-1 hang-up calls one night. The address was on the screen, of course, and we called back with no answer. An officer was sent out to the address after the third call or so. It turned out to be an abandoned trailer on an overgrown lot in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely no phone service. Very, very creepy.
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  216. When I was 12 I went to a friend's house for the day; this was in the UK. My friend's parents were very rich and had this mansion type place way out in the countryside (North Wales). She had 6 siblings and her parents were hippy artist types who just let the kids run wild and we basically never saw them the whole day.
  217. Anyway...we were really into acting so we decided to practice the play we were in in our drama group. We went into what was really a ballrooom...massive room, hardly any furniture, lots of paintings...big windows/french doors.
  218. As she was doing her thing and I was watching, I saw a shadow person walk into the room through the big, folding doors behind her. But the "person" walked sideways...like a crab...so they were actually sidling towards me.
  219. She seemed to see nothing and was acting her socks off whilst this thing came across the room. I saw that it was male, quite tall and moving in a way as if it didn't want to be seen...like I might not see it if it went sideways.
  220. But I did and I sat there with it getting closer and closer until I jumped up and ran towards my friend yelling to get out.
  221. We did and she was all "oh that...yes, people have seen it before. We just ignore it."
  222. wtf.
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  224. Similar story: I was once in my kitchen and saw my mother in the dining room messing with the blinds to a window. Her back was turned to me and I asked her some question I can't remember. She didn't respond, so I asked her louder. Still no response, I got kind of annoyed and asked her again, nothing. I went back to doing dishes, and a couple seconds later, she was gone. I went to her room a few minutes later to ask if she had been in the dining room, and she said no, she was in her room the whole time. I think something was in my dining room trying to imitate my mother to bait me over to it, and that's why it never turned around or responded. I think it's face would've probably been, idk, "off".
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  226. In my area there are apiaries. An old girlfriend and I were driving down a back country road, exploring the area, and we both saw an old lady in dark clothes tending to a few beehives in an open field not far from the road. Maybe 50 yards or so from the road. She was covered in bees. I slowed down, the bees covered the woman... and then the bees all flew away, and the lady was gone. There was no where she could have vanished to/hid. We both saw it happen.
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  228. I used to live in a little house on a gravel road in the country. There weren’t that many houses in the area, and it was very quiet.
  229. One night I heard a low, haunting whistle outside in the grass and trees behind the house. It was definitely not a bird or other animal, I have never heard it before or since and nobody I ask can think of anything in nature that would sound like that.
  230. The whistling went off and on for an hour, then stopped. It did the same thing every night for a week. If I turned off the lights it got louder and higher and seemed closer. It was very freaky and odd, and I would sit up with the doors locked holding a club or a kitchen knife until it stopped.
  231. Very scary and I hope I never deal with it again.
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  233. This happened about 10 years ago when I was visiting my father over the summer. That side of my family is really southern and everyone in the house MUST say goodnight to each other before the night is over. Not a terribly important detail but really is the catalyst to the following events. I was outside talking to my friends from back home on my cell so it was a little later when I made it back inside the house (closer to 10:00PM).
  234. The living room is the first room you enter from the front door. I sigh with relief (yay everyone went to bed) and set up Twilight Princess on my GameCube. Before I got too comfortable I decided to walk down the hallway and tell my dad good night. I yell it through his door and he asks me to check on my little sister, who was 4 at the time.
  235. I walked down to the end of the hall and open her door. She’s passed out completely so I whisper goodnight and close her door and triumphantly march to the living room to get some well deserved gaming done.
  236. Back in the living room now and I’m alarmed to find my little sister just sitting in the dark on the couch, eyes open but with glossy blank stare and face illuminated by the TV screen. I asked if she’s okay and no response.
  237. Two things came to mind either 1. She slipped past me and is tricking me (she’s not that clever or sneaky) or 2 the same thing but she’s sleep walking (as far as I knew that wasn’t a common thing or even something I’d ever heard her do before, plus, not sneaky at all).
  238. I try not to think about how creepy kids are and I carefully scoop her up in my arms so that I don’t startle her awake. We make it through the hall, she’s not moving or reacting and she felt pretty cold. I shift her weight over my shoulder so I could swing her door open and I can practically feel my heart stop. I see my sister laying in bed still.
  239. I panic. My vision gets a red haze for a second and all I can feel is my heart thumping in fear. I look down at what I’m holding and it’s just a bundled up comforter I was going to use to sleep on that night. I no longer felt the weight of a 4 year old child in my arms. I just kinda stared blankly back and forth between the comforter in my arm and my sister in the bed.
  240. Very confused, I sort of just went and played my game. I couldn’t come up with any decent explanations and Zelda is a good game to play for calming your nerves, so I just did that all night while glancing over at the couch I found her in. I nonchalantly brought up sleep walking during conversation the next day and asked if any of us had experienced it before but my dad just said no, not to his knowledge no one in the family has done that.
  241. Nowadays, I’m 100% positive I experienced some weird glitch and witnessed the system correcting itself. Have you had any similar experiences or maybe have some knowledge to share that could help provide more insight? Thanks!
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  243. This happened to me 2 weeks ago and I still shake when I think back to the sight that greeted me one morning when I entered my kitchen...
  244. It was a normal morning I went down stairs, still sleepy but fully awake. I walked into the kitchen and every tin was out on my kitchen mat in a perfect circle. Some tins were piled two high,but they were mostly single stacks. I was stunned. I must have looked at this sight for about 2 mins until I found my legs and voice enough to move and call my husband downstairs.
  245. He was stunned,we both looked and then silently started to put the tins back into the cupboard, which was shut. We have not talked about it since as I have been very freaked out by this. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.
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  247. My high school had two gyms one was built in the 50s and was only used by the weight lifting class. I had friends who swear there was a series of tunnels under that gym. Not that strange considering it was built in the 50s and the tunnels probably lead to a bomb shelter. The strange part is that the door isn’t always there. They stopped going in the tunnels when they realized this.
  248. A friend of mine and some of his buddies were going to skip class after lunch and smoke weed in the tunnels. But when they got to the door which he said wasn’t but about 3 feet high, it was gone. Just painted over cinder block. Like there’d never been a door there at all. A few days later he’s in weight lifting and he gets curious and goes to check and sure enough the door is back. Same as he remembered it. He got weirded out and wouldn’t go back in. Neither would his buddies. They kept a check off and on throughout the year and sometimes the door would be there and sometimes it wouldn’t.
  249. Eventually they asked the weight lifting coach. He told them their were no tunnels under the old gym. And if they found any stay out because they were dangerous. That’s all he would say.
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  251. No one is going to believe this but I used to play in a wooded ravine behind my house when I was a kid. One day my sister and I found several links of a spinal column under the layer of dead leaves. We showed it to my mom and she was weirdly unconcerned, despite acknowledging that it was too big to belong to any animals that live in our area. So we just... put it back where we found it and didn't talk about it again.
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  253. I go camping and multi day hiking as a hobby. I've been stalked by a mountain lion before and have been hopelessly lost a hundred miles from anything, so I know the woods.
  254. The weirdest thing I've ever heard was a wailing in the night. Idk what this thing was, but I woke up around 2:00 AM, my fire had died and there was an overcast so it was pretty much completely dark.
  255. I was camped in a ravine-like valley, cutting through the mountains of Tennessee; this noise was in the valley coming right at me, from some distance over 500 yds. It really sounded like a man yelling in deathly agony. If you've ever heard somebody's yells who are passing due to trama, that is how it sounded. It's an odd thing and unsettling to describe.
  256. Anyways, I was lying in the dark, gun in hands while this thing was getting closer and closer. Within 300 yds, it stopped wailing and left me in silence. A couple minutes after it stopped I could hardly make out a figure in the dark about 25 yds to my right. Whatever it was, it was tall, at least 5 ft so and it was moving roughly west to east at a pretty good pace, making absolutely no noise at it went. It seemed to be gliding along, there was no lateral movement with this thing. It just went by and I heard it wail a couple more times far down the valley.
  257. The next day I checked for tracks and didn't find any of significance, just old deer tracks. I still have no idea what could have made that noise. It was hauntingly human and sounded extremely distressed. I still don't believe in the paranormal but that definitely made me question it.
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  259. I grew up in a haunted house, so spooky things happened all the time, and the absolute scariest thing that ever happened unfortunately happened about once a week. If you were sitting in our living room you could see straight down our hallway to my bedroom door. It was pretty dark at the end of the hall, but you could usually make out my doorway and the doors on either side and the pictures and things hanging on the wall. When "the dark" came, however, it was like someone dropped a black curtain over the end of the hall. You could still see about halfway down the hall, but beyond that you might as well be looking into a black hole.
  260. When the dark came it was always accompanied by this intense, uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Our family's three dogs would stare down the hallway and growl, and occasionally one of them would get brave enough to walk a little way down the hall, but they always came backing slowly out like they were afraid to turn their back on the dark. After a little while, usually a few minutes to half an hour, the darkness would suddenly disappear and you could see again. Every once in a while, however, it would linger all night, and since nobody wanted to walk through the dark to get to the bedrooms my whole family would be stuck in the living room all night.
  261. The first few times it happened we did turn on the hall light to try to see what was down there, but as soon as we turned it off the dark came back. (Inb4 lol that's what happens when you turn off the light.)
  262. The dark came pretty frequently, once a week or so. It was rare that the dark lingered more than a few minutes. It was easier to just wait five minutes before going down the hall than it was to muster the courage to charge head first into the dark. We only got stuck in the living room all night a few times. And it wasn't like we were huddled there in fear, we all just sort of passed out in front of the TV waiting for the dark to lift. Probably we could have just turned on the light and ran for our rooms, but as an 11 year old girl I certainly wasn't brave enough to try it.
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  264. I've told this story a few times. But once when I was around 13 my dad took my best friend and I to a LA Dodger day game. We were in a line of cars going extremely slowly up the street to the main stadium parking lot. There was a park along the road up to the stadium, and I saw 4 homeless men sitting on a park bench. A white van slowly drove up through the park, pulled into a spot next to the table. The van door slid open, three men dressed in black tactical type gear wearing masks pulled the closest homeless man into the van. The door slid shut, and the van drove off out of sight through the park road going the opposite direction. It happened very fast, as if it was practiced over and over. The other men in the bench didn't even have time to react. My friend and I witnessed it but my dad didn't see it, and didn't believe us (he was more concerned with making the game on time). Not sure to this day what was going on there.
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  266. It was the late nineties, I was between 8 and 9 years old.It was around Christmas time, at night. I was at my grandparents house sitting in the living room playing with some hot wheel cars. My Grandpa was watching TV in the other room. The room I was in was also where the backdoor was located.
  267. I remember looking out of the corner of my eye, by the door, and swear I thought I saw a person, but my younger self was in the middle of a intense race so it took for the figure to actually try to sneak by me, but I finally looked up and saw one of Santas elves. I mean, that's what he was supposed to be. He was a very old looking man who was incredibly short, definitely shorter than 5 ft (I know I was taller than him.) He was dressed like a typical Christmas elf. I stood up, grabbed him by the shoulder and guided him to my Grandpa.
  268. My Grandpa played it cool acting like he was really an elf there making sure I deserved to to be on the nice list, but he immediately escorted him to the door and we waved goodbye, but that was it. From the time I grabbed him to when he was gone was less than 5 minutes.
  269. My Granda passed away and I never got the chance to ask him about it and none of my family have any idea what I'm talking about when I bring it up.
  270. Unfortunately that's the extent of the memory. I constantly think about it, as it was probably the weirdest thing that ever happened to me. I don't know if it was a friend of my grandfather's and they were just trying to get me into the Christmas spirit and it freaked me out so they aborted, or if it was some creepy old dude who walked/broke into the house and my grandpa was trying not to freak me out. I just remember it as being a pretty weird situation. Not even my grandma knows anything about it. Unfortunately that's all I can remember about the whole incident.
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  272. When my brother and I were around 12 or 13 (twins), we were living with my grandparents. Their attic was converted to a room, which at the time was the computer room.
  273. One day we tried to call our mother with the phone that was up there, an old rotary phone. I don't remember it ringing long before I'd hear this strange static, and a very raspy old woman answering on the other end. I thought I maybe dialed the wrong number so I apologized and hung up. Again, I dialed the right number, same strange old lady on the other end. I asked her if my mother was there and she erupted into this creepy laughter....it was so creepy it sent chills down my spine. I hung up and asked my brother to try. He did again and again...same lady. We must have tried about a dozen times. I thought it was maybe the phone registering the wrong number, but then it worked and my mom picked up.
  274. It happened many times after that...at least for a few months. It'd happen randomly no matter who you were dialing. Each time the lady sounded crazier and creepier. I even had my best friend try and she got the same lady when trying to dial her number.
  275. Fast forward to a few years ago when a bunch of my family was over my grandparents for a yard sale. They sold the phone. My uncle said something like "that creepy lady phone" and my brother and I shot looks at each other like wtf?? He goes on to describe what happened back in the mid 80s about 15 years before it happened to my brother and I, and he described the same static after just barely 1 dialing ring, same lady who sounded like a maniacal old dying smoker who got creepier over time, and that awful laughter. I realize it could've been the same person but I never had this experience on another phone and it would connect to the right number randomly. It's just something I won't forget. I wish I could remember what she said exactly but that was almost 20 years ago. Also, it only happened for this period of time not before or after, aside from when my uncle experienced it back in the 80s.
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  277. I've spoken briefly about this before, but thought it would be better suited for here. A few years ago, I lived in a single-storey house in a quiet, country area. It was a fairly standard house, with an L shaped hallway, the front door at one end and the bathroom at the other. I shared the house with four other people, and I was nocturnal at the time, so I'd be the only one up through the night.
  278. If I had to go to the bathroom during the night, I'd have to keep the lights off so I didn't disturb the others, which was no big deal as even though the hallway would be pitch black, it was a simple shape and I'd just follow it slowly to the end, turn, and there would be the bathroom. The night this glitch happened, I did the exact same thing I always did. I came out into the hall, walked up the hallway, counted my steps and then put my hand out to feel the wall in front of me. I felt it, turned right towards the bathroom, and felt another wall there instead.
  279. I was confused for a moment, and then I turned the other way, wondering if I'd somehow gotten mixed up. There was a wall there, too. Now I was getting panicky, because there were walls on three sides of me, and then it hit me that I must have accidentally wandered into the closet in the hall, even though I was sure it had been closed. I turned back the way I came and tried to walk out of the closet, but there was a wall there, too.
  280. Now I'm freaking out, because there are walls on all sides of me and they're smooth and there's no door at all. I'm running my hands up and down the walls, trying to feel for anything, but there's nothing but smooth wall. Just when I was sure I was going to start hyperventilating or something, I feel a light switch. I flick it on, and suddenly I'm at the far end of the hallway, outside my bedroom, which is the furthest possible room from the bathroom. There's no light switch next to me. Shaken, I go into my room and grab a torch, and shine it down the hall. It looks normal, and sure enough, the closet is still closed.
  281. Somehow, at the point where I was meant to turn, I got caught in a room with no doors or windows, that doesn't actually exist, and then managed to get out somehow and end up at the other end of the house. I still have no idea how it happened, and even now, four years later, I'm still uncomfortable in dark hallways.
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  283. A few years ago i was living in a house with some friends. One afternoon 4 people were home: my boyfriend, 2 roommates and myself. The doorbell rang. I heard my roommate answer the door. The exchange i overheard seemed odd, so i went to see who it was. There was a little boy (maybe 4 or 5 years old) standing at the door who seemed to be upset. I'd never seen him before, but just assumed he was a neighbor kid. We didn't really know many of our neighbors, so the fact that we didn't recognize him wasn't alarming. He asked if his mom was there. We told him that she wasn't. He looked really stressed and said he needed to find his mom. We told him we would try to help him out. By now my boyfriend and other roommate also gathered to see what was going on. The boy pushed passed us and just walked into our home. The layout of our house consisted of a living room and a kitchen that you entered into and then their was a hallway leading to 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. One of the bedrooms led to another tiny room (like a sunroom type thing) which had a door leading to the back yard. This door was kept locked with a deadbolt. The kid bolts back into the hallway towards the bedrooms. We are all just in shock that he would just rush into our house like that, so its a few seconds before one of my roommates and I follow him back. We check the first room. He's not there. Check the bathroom. Not there. Check the other bedroom and sunroom. Not there. And the back door is still deadbolted, so he couldn't have left. Plus we would have heard it open. We started checking cupboards, closets and under the beds to see if he was hiding. All the windows were closed and too high for him to reach anyway. He couldn't have just run back out the front door either since my other roommate and boyfriend were still in the living room. He. just. disappeared. We still have no idea what happened. Never saw the boy again and never had frantic parents/police officers stopping by about a missing boy lost inside my house.
  284. Also, we were all completely sober. It was an otherwise normal afternoon. And this was a real boy. Not a ghostly apparition of a boy or anything like that, and nothing weird happened afterward. Disturbing as fuck.
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  286. There are a lot of wooden playgrounds in the area I grew up, the sort with lots of tunnels, bridges and towers, you've probably been to one like this near you. Anyway, what some might be considered to king of such parks, a 40' tall, 8 story play palace called Kid's Castle was about 45 minutes away from my house growing up. On the rare occasion that I got to make the trip there I spent HOURS crawling around and exploring the endless tunnels. Seriously, there must have been about 200 or more separate passages, all interconnected by slides of varying length, it was freaking paradise for a kid like me. A lot of other kids I met there would tell me there were secret passages in the castle, so I spent the majority of my time trying to uncover them. Once, when I was about 10, I think I did find one of these secret passages. It's strange though, the circumstances of my discovery, the place I found, people I met there, and what happened after just don't make any sense...
  287. I made my discover one sunny day on the first floor of the castle. I'd been walking around through the tunnels (the first floor had the highest ceiling) making turn after turn, when I walked into a clearing in the structure. The area was enclosed within the castle but the sun was shining down on the ground into a pit of sorts. The pit had stairs down to its wood chip floor and benches on either side. On the benches were two girls, both staring at me in disbelief. They both looked older than me, maybe like 13 or 14. "How did you find this place?" the closest girl asked. I explained I'd just been wandering and found it randomly. She explained back that I wasn't supposed to be able to find the pit, her dad "built this place," and had made the area special for her. She made me pinky swear (a novel idea to me at the time) to never tell anyone about it and asked me to leave. I complied figuring that I could easily find my way back.
  288. I ran out of the castle to find my Mom and tell her what happened (pinky swear be damned). We went back and tried to find it, blanketing the whole first floor, nothing, no trace. The pit just disappeared. I've asked friends of mine who used to frequent the place and they've never seen an area like I described. I've been back there quite a few times since to look for it and not once have I been able to find the pit. It's by far my most perplexing memory of childhood.
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  290. Fire/EMS here. This is not my story (it happened on a different shift), but Captain working overtime with us one day told it to us, and it creeped me out.
  291. The Captain was on the first-due engine company that was dispatched to a residential fire alarm in the middle of the night. Our dispatch protocols require us to send the first-due unit emergency to a fire alarm, while the second due engine and ladder company respond routine. We go to tons of fire alarms and 99% of the time they are caused by a faulty system or burnt food, so we usually don't get too worked up over them.
  292. Anyways, as they approach the neighborhood they see the orange glow in the distance, and when they get on scene they find a ~4,000 square foot house with heavy fire showing on the rear that had already broken through the roof. The call was then upgraded to a working structure fire and more units were dispatched to assist. The Captain of the first-due stayed on the outside the whole time (he was incident commander until the first battalion chief arrived on scene and took over, and then he assumed the safety role). So, he's on the outside, in radio contact with crews that are inside fighting the fire.
  293. After the bulk of the fire had been extinguished and as operations were winding down, the Captain sees smoke inside a second-story window and asks crews inside to go inside the room on the B/C corner to make sure the fire hadn't spread to the other side of the house. The crews search for a few minutes and radio back, "There's no room there, sir." The Captain is a bit confused, as he is staring at what is clearly a window that is attached to a room of some sort. He relays detailed instructions of where the room should be to the crews inside, and they again advise that they can't find anything.
  294. Incredulous, the Captain asks the Incident Commander for permission to go inside of the structure so he can show the interior crews exactly where the room in question is. His request is granted, and he goes inside, walks up the staircase, and walks towards the corner in question. There's no room there. Just a hallway with a corner. No doorway, no window, no room. Knowing that there has to be something behind the wall, they breach the drywall and crawl through to find a child's bedroom. The bedroom had a dresser, a desk, and a perfectly made bed that looked as if it hadn't been disturbed in years. For whatever reason, the owners of the home decided to wall off the bedroom and leave it just as it was, untouched and inaccessible. The Captain said it was one of the strangest and eeriest things he had seen in a while.
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  296. This isn't specific to my hometown, it's in any decent sized city you'd care to name, and nobody but the bums ever talks about it, because only the bums care. But here it is. Folks disappear. Guys that have lived in town for the better part of a decade, up and gone one night, with all their stuff still down by the creek and a half full jug of liquor in their bag. Stuff like that. It doesn't warrant any suspicion, because they're just bums, and everybody knows a bum might just up and leave. But when a homeless guy disappears in the middle of summer, with all his stuff left, not even mentioning anything to his crew, and they don't find a body, it's weird. Sometimes, they talk about it, mostly they don't. I don't have the slightest clue what happens to those that go, although I've heard all sorts of nut job theories. But I do think it's weird. Oh well, take from it what you take from it.
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  298. Something similar to this happened to me and my brother when I was probably around 12 years old (minus the threat of a chase, thank fuck). Our house has a patch of woods to the east of it, no more than 20 acres, that is surrounded: two sides are road with deep ditches and houses/cleared land on the other side of the road, a long driveway and horse pasture, and then my parents' house/yard. So you can walk a little while but you will always hit civilization really quickly. Anyway, we played and hiked in there all the time. One day we got hopelessly lost (again, a hard thing to do. The underbrush could get thick but if you keep in the same direction you hit road or driveway pretty quickly) and came upon a clearing in which there was a well kept yard and a small blue house. We were standing right at the edge of the woods (no ditch or road or anything). I remember neither of us reacted with fear, but something told me not to let my brother step into the yard. We left and eventually found our way home. It was only then I realized how inexplicable and thus terrifying the whole situation was. The house didn't look particularly old. Of course, I've been in those woods plenty of times since and there's definitely no hidden blue house. I have no explanation for what happened and it still gives me chills thinking about it.
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  300. My sister was married in a city called "Hansi" in the state of Haryana in India. I went to visit her once and in the evening we were sitting in her home and chatting with her in-laws. Suddenly she asked me to note the constant noise that was there in the backgroud. It was like a mammoth wind-mill operational nearby (there is no such thing there). And as I noticed it she said the noise stops immediately when someone talks about it. Lo and behold it did. Every fucking time I tried to talk about it the noise stopped. It scared the fuck out of me.
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  302. I was either 16 or 17, and was staying over at a friend's house that was 50 miles from nowhere in upstate New York. He went by the nickname 'Zero' and lived with his mom on a skinny dirt road with only a few houses on it.
  303. We decided to go for a walk to take a break from video games, and to smoke a few cigarettes where his mom wouldn't give us any shit, and while we're walking I start noticing some old stone walls up in the woods a bit, and a path that seems recently used. Intrigued, we followed the path up into the woods, hoping that we'd come across some pot plants or something good like that. Instead, after following the path along the stone wall for a bit, the woods opened up into a clearing that was obviously an old ass graveyard. There were maybe 20-30 headstones that were in various stages of decay, and an old wooden shack, all surrounded by a crumbling stone wall. There was a wooden entry arch at one point it seemed, but it had rotted away into nothingness quite some time ago.
  304. So we start poking around a bit. My buddy walks off to the far end to check out one of the larger headstones, maybe to see if we could find one with a readable name, or something we could get a stone rubbing from. I walked over towards the shack to see what state of decay it was in. At this point I noticed that the shack had a lock on the front, and seemed pretty sturdy. I walked around to the back side, where there was a window. It only took a couple of seconds for me to realize that I was staring at a workbench that held a massive pile of human bones, complete with skulls, etc. All of them seemed bleach-clean, like something out of the movies. I turned to where my buddy had headed off to to see him running towards me. All he said was "dude, there's an open fucking grave over there." I pointed into the window at the bones and his eyes went wide.
  305. Thoroughly creeped out at this point, we just took off back the way we came. When I asked about the open grave, he said that it looked like there was an old rotten casket down in the hole. So my best guess is that someone was excavating this old ass graveyard. For what purpose I'll never know, nor do I want to.
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  307. I was dealing with a patient who had persistent hallucinations, but they were learning to deal with them and no longer flipping out/getting angry/anxious etc. There was one particular instance where he asked me to run my hands along a wall, I got about 2/3 the way along the wall when the hairs on the back of my hand stood up, and I actually got goose bumps, but I kept proceeding to the end. He then asks me to go back to the exact same spot, to confirm that there was not indeed bugs crawling up/down the wall and all over my hands.
  308. Of course I said there was absolutely nothing there, but it still freaks me out to this day. I've talked to a few people casually about it. We think it might have had something to do with an electromagnetic interference/waves which I could feel, and he could (somehow) see.
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  310. So when I was younger I had to stay home alone a lot and it never really bothered me. I was about eleven at the time this happened and it was a rainy evening after school. It was probably about six o’clock and it was around srirng, I remember because I had flower pots sitting on the window seal that I was waiting for to bloom. I was sitting in bed, reading, and I heard tapping on my bedroom window. I blamed the sound on the storm happening outside although it sounded like a person tapping at the window. I heard it again this time more frantic and loud. At this point I knew it had to be some sort of person but scared me that they weren’t knocking on the front door and figured that I was in my room. When I open the window curtains back, there was a tall dark figure. It had dark eyes, white face, and no other discernible features due to its cloak. The damn thing MOTIONED for me to OPEN THE WINDOW. I was terrified and young, and so my stupid ass opened the window like “Maybe if I see what it wants it will go away”. It picked up one of the flower pots on my window and handed it to me. It’s hand was pitch black and it had inhumanly long fingers. I took the flower pot and not looking away from the thing, set it down. It then proceeded to hand me my other two pots for me to take inside and pointed to the sky as if to be like “get ur flowers inside, it’s storming”. I nodded and said “thanks,” with the shakiest most trembling voice. It nodded and turned away from my window and towards the street. It levitated off the ground a few inches and floated down to the street and floated towards the woods. I shut my window, locked all my doors and tried to figure out what I just saw. I never saw it again after that, but I also stopped playing in those woods it disappeared into.
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  312. I was sitting on my back porch late one night smoking a cigarette when I notice the motion-sensored light in my driveway turned on.
  313. As I’m looking, a man turns the corner into my yard, stops and stares at me. I couldn’t tell who it was, but I wasn’t expecting anyone.
  314. I open the door and ask if I can help him, and he takes off running the other way. I lock the doors and go check my security cameras on the side of the house.
  315. There was no one on camera.
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  317. This may sound weird and to this day I still have no explaination as to how this happened. I live in a 36 story apartment building and was on my way to go out to the mall. We live on the 30th floor. I get in the lift at floor 30 and press the ground button (floor G). When the lift opens at ground, I notice the whole foyer/lobby area is COMPLETELY different. Different couches, lights, colours etc. I was really taken back by it. I make my way to the exit and after seeing the outside area and then looking back to the building entrance, I realise that the building isn't the one I live in. This building was in the same local area not too far away from mine but I have no explanation as to how or when I got there. This all happened while I was in the lift. I'm the kinda guy who is very sceptic and down to earth but this still gets me.
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  319. I was seven or eight. I was taking a longer path from school through the woods to avoid a group of older kids who were giving me trouble (you would call them bullies these days, back then it was just how it is). In a small clearing I walked right into what looked like a cow bell suspended seemingly in mid air, about my eye level. Sun was shining on it and it was very shiny. I stood, stupefied, at arms length, not knowing what to think. I was slowly extending my arm to touch it or ring it, but before that happened the bell moved (seemed like from the wind) and made a typical ringing bell sound. I immediately felt terrified like never before in my life for no apparent reason and ran away. The feeling of terror lasted for some time after I got pretty far away. It wasn't just a startle from a loud sound, it was pure terror. Happened in rural area, north-eastern Ukraine.
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  321. We are from rural Ireland.
  322. When my father was younger he was walking home late at night and saw a white goat like creature with a woman's head and long hair, it had arms sticking out of its head. It nearly gave him a heart attack but didn't do anything.
  323. Several years later my uncle (on my mothers side- not fathers) was walking back to his parents house which is in back arse of nowhere Ireland,through the fields. His neighbour had a Pucán, which is the Irish word for a male goat, and he thought he saw the goat caught up in barbed wiring, so he went to check it. He said the thing looked up at him with a woman's face and smiled when he went to free it, and he ran home and my mother (who had dinner on for him in her parents house) said he genuinely looked as though he was going to Die with fright.
  324. Just last night my 12 year old cousin text her dad (my other uncle,on my mothers side, the brother of the man who thought the thing was a pucán) to tell him to come and get her from her room because something was screaming outside her window and she was too afraid to move. Assuming it was a fox, he went to the window to check and he said he saw a creature that looked like a goat body with a woman's head. The thing looked at him and bolted.
  325. Here is the thing- my uncle and grandmother live on the same lane, my mothers family grew up at the bottom of it and then my mothers brother built a house on it to be close to her. My whole family maintain the lane is haunted, because it used to be a route for the "headless hunt". My grandmother saw something on the lane that she refuses to speak about, and I wonder if it's the same thing.
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  327. This is something I've only ever told 1 or 2 close friends, never told any family members because they would think my younger brain was making things up, or confusing one thing for another etc., but I stumbled upon this subreddit randomly a few days ago and feel like my bizarre little encounter might be of interest to some of you. Nothing too outstanding, but I've never ever forgotten it and every time I recall, I get this funny feeling in my stomach. It's close to fear, but without actually being scared? I dunno, hard to explain.
  328. Anyway, it was probably 2001 or 2002 around December I must have been about 8 or 9 and I was skating in my family's carport. Directly next to our carport was a little garden on a slope, and down the slope was a creek that ran all through our neighbourhood. Our street was kind of valley-shaped so the creek was running toward the road, and came from a hill sort of behind our house, but the creek itself ran at the back of a whole bunch of peoples backyards and we used to play down there all the time, sometimes trying in vain to catch eels and stuff. Never ever saw anyone else down there. The creek went under our road through storm water tunnels (my town is full of them) which leads about 500m-800m to the beach. Those tunnels are creepy as fuck, I once went walking through them for about two hours and came up in a weird spot only 500m or so from my starting point, and I've never seen anyone else go in or out of them.
  329. So, I'm just skating around trying to pull off tricks and stuff and I see this family, I think a man a woman and a kid, maybe two kids literally walking through the creek dressed in like casual-ish nuclear family 90s gear - no signs of mud or dirt or water or anything on them. I didn't hear or see them coming through the water, didn't hear people chatting from afar or anything, they were just there. They looked foreign enough already, maybe South American or Asian based on facial structure, but their skin was ghostly grey - almost transparent with like a hint of pale green or yellow. Sort of like how really really deathly sick people can sometimes look. Also they had no eyebrows or anything - the man had no facial hair - and the hair on their heads almost looked like wigs. The thing that struck me most was their big eyes, they were like a washed out bluey grey without any pupils, I know that for a fact. The closest thing I've seen to it are the doppelgangers from Twin Peaks which is almost a perfect representation of their eyes, although that's just the eyes
  330. They stopped dead for about 5 seconds, and the man smiled and waved to me casually. The women and children didn't really react, except for stopping when the man did and looking toward me. The strangest feeling washed over me, almost like I should be scared, but I'm really not. Very confusing and hard to put in to words. I know I didn't say anything I just looked at them. They were looking at me too, but didn't say anything just smiled and waved. They continued through the creek, and through the stormwater tunnel as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. The woman and two kids never showed any emotion or much other movement than walking, either. Put all together, it just really freaked me out. Why in the world would parents take a kid (or kids) that were younger than me at the time, THROUGH a creek and then through a huge scary tunnel - it would have actually been heaps faster to take designated paths on land to the beach where the tunnel opened up. Everything just felt off really, and after perusing through this subreddit for a while it seemed like the most appropriate place to post this. I wasn't exactly abducted by a beam of light, but this small encounter really affected me and I've never forgotten the event or how it made me feel.
  331. Sorry if it seems all a bit muddled and stuff, it's just hard to get it down and accurately describe everything. Any questions please fire away and I'll try to be as clear as possible if anything doesn't quite make sense (im typing in a rush) Cheers.
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  333. I had something like that happen to me once. I was sleeping and i woke up to find that I couldn't lift my head off my pillow. I pulled a little harder and it hurt my ear like hell. After a bit more pulling I heard a tiny ripping sound and my head pulled back a bit. A bit of feeling around showed me that a single thread from my pillowcase was threaded through my pierced ear. I wasn't wearing earrings at the time and the thread was still attached at both ends, just stretched out a little from me pulling it. I ended up having to break it to get free. I went to sleep again after, but it really confused me.
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  335. I remember seeing my grandfather moments before his passing in a hospital bed when I was around 7. He was wearing his thick, dark sunglasses as usual and I have no memory of what he was supposedly there for. We attended his funeral though and I remember feeling guilty for not crying, while my mother held me and sobbed. My family always visited his trailer park during the Summer, but that of course stopped once he 'died'. Then at around 9 years old, 2 years later, my mother announced my family was going 'up north', which meant his trailer park. I was confused but thought we were perhaps renting a camping site in the trailer park. But no, we arrived and my grandfather was on the porch, waiting for my family. I never said anything until I was 16, asking if my grandfather ever died. My mother just grew angry that I would ask something so insensitive so I never pushed it. On one hand its nice that he is alive, but I always feel uneasy around him. I never had a particularly close relationship with him anyhow.
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  337. I made my own post about this story a while back but I'll retell it here. I have a very clear and vivid memory as if it happened hours ago from when I was about 4 years old of strangers coming to my house.
  338. The memory starts with me falling asleep on the couch in the living room. It was just me and my 3 sister's home because both our parents were at work. Also I'm the youngest.
  339. At that age I had a Barney pillow I always slept with, and not only slept with but I took it everywhere with me. The next part of the memory is me waking up on my mom and dad's bed, with all my sister's in the room with me and the tv on very low and the door closed. I asked what was wrong and my oldest sister told me that there was a group of strange people standing on the front porch and they were trying to get us to open the door so we were hiding to be safe.
  340. I noticed I didn't have my Barney pillow and really wanted it. But my sister wouldn't let get it because if I went to the living room to get it they could see me and she wanted to keep me safe. She decided to get the phone from the hallway to call my dad and the police and as she did I ran to the living room and very distinctly remember seeing 3 or 4 shadows of large people on the front porch through the window curtains.
  341. My sister picked me and my pillow up and ran us back to my parents room. My sister called my dad and he rushed home but by the time he got there the people were gone.
  342. I've brought it up to all 3 of my sister's, my dad, and my mom to see if any of them remember and none of them do. But it's definitely not something you just forget especially since we lived in such a nice safe neighborhood where literally nothing ever happened.
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  344. One night, around 11PM I was walking home from a friend's house. There's a building on one of the streets I took that's abandoned, and set because from the street by thick bushes. But tonight, there was the sound of clanging, like a ton of people were hitting pots and pans together. I looked through the bushes into the parking lot of this building, and what did I see? About thirty children, probably between 4-7 yrs old, running in a circle literally banging pots and pans. In each corner of the lot, and pasted at each door into the building, were serious looking adults. Imagine the look of a secret service agent doing their job. None of them were directing the children, or even talking to them. They were staring blankly. It was complete silence from everyone involved, except for this sound of pots and pans banging. It was 11 at night, probably REALLY late for these kids, but they were dancing around like they were in a fucking cult.
  345. The next day, I walked to the building to make sure it was abandoned: it was. To this day, I have no idea what they were doing, and why they were doing it there.
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  347. Ok so I'm really happy to share this experience. My family and friends know all about this but I've never shared it with anyone who may have experienced the same or similar. This happened when I was 11 or 12 around 2005-2006ish in semirural Arkansas.
  348. The house we lived in sat on about an acre of land. It was a small house so it was basically nestled in the corner, to the right of the house was a huge wooded area and to the left was the rest of our land and then a dirt road. Our land was flat and bare aside from a few dinky trees. This wooded area was pretty big and went back a few miles, but it was private property and there was actually an abandoned slaughterhouse and the remnants of a burned down house that were visible from our house. This isn't particularly relevant but the place was just odd in general. It just felt mystical and special and I've had a few odd experiences there.
  349. Anyways, my encounter happened one spring evening. I was in sixth grade. I was angsty and was mad at my parents for some reason so I went out to blow off some steam on our trampoline. The trampoline sat sort of in the middle of our land closer to the dirt road than the woods. The sky looked breathtaking out where we were and the moon was big and beautiful and bright that night.
  350. So I'm laying on the trampoline, and other than the moon there isn't any light aside from the porch light which is a ways behind me. All of the sudden I vaguely see something move. Its coming from the lot across from the dirt road, and its coming towards me. We had a Boston terrier at the time and at first I figured it was him. But as it got closer I knew that's not what it was.
  351. It was sickly pale. It walked on all fours with its hands but seemed to be able to walk upright. Its kind of galloping towards me on all fours and its a little bit aways at this point but getting closer. The light bounced off of its skin and it almost seemed to look wet. Its gait and color is pretty clear to me but I don't remember anything distinct about its face except that it just seems to be whitewashed to me. It's happening so fast and now it is right near me still running and then I can't see it. It's under the trampoline. And then I feel it, I feel it PUSH up on the trampoline. I didn't even bother to look back as I ran to the house. I don't remember my thought process at all past that point but my mom has told me that I came in the house hollering and absolutely terrified.
  352. I've thought about this consistently over the years and as I've gotten older have seen stories of similar creatures. I used to describe it as looking like Gollum from the LOTR, and then in 2008 or so I saw an article with the Louisiana hunting cam creature and I would say that is strikingly similar to what I saw. I think of the creature kind of fondly in a way. It would never have occurred to me at the time but it almost had a playful vibe to it, and it makes me sad to think that it's just some lonely but semi-intelligent creature. Maybe a grotesque experiment or some off-kilter evolutionary line. I don't think that's impossible. I guess I like to let my imagination run wild with it though. I will always be curious about this and the place in general. Thanks for reading.
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  354. Hello, I had an extremely frightening experience several years ago that I had no idea what was going on, but when I happened to run across a description of the MIB (which I had never even heard about except for passing references to the Will Smith movie), I suddenly realized this is extremely similar to what I experienced. My mouth dropped open at the similarity.
  355. What happened was, I used to be a postal delivery person in Washington, D.C. One of the buildings I always delivered mail to on my route was this huge building. One day I had paused to eat an apple outside the building, and not seeing a trashcan anywhere, I just threw the core onto the ground. When I walked into the building to deliver the mail, I was angrily confronted by the head security guy who asked me why I was littering. I was a little taken aback and asked him how he knew I had thrown the apple core on the ground. He told me that this whole premises was under video surveillance, including not only all sides of the building but even the grassy areas around it. It was then that I suddenly realized this building had really unusually tight security. Even when I went inside to deposit the mail, the mail room was open to me, but the rest of the building was inaccessible. I could only go into the mail room, deposit the mail, and leave. I had to ring a buzzer to be let into the building each time I delivered.
  356. Anyway, a few weeks later, I was on my way to deliver the mail as usual to the building, and as I was nearing the building, I saw three figures crossing the street on their way towards the building. At first glance I thought they were normal. But as I looked closer I was shocked at how strange they were - they were extremely thin, and they didn't walk by putting one leg in front of the other, but sort of waddled by moving their whole bodies from side to side, lifting one foot off the ground, then the other foot in a sort of whole-body side-to-side waddle. It's hard to explain what I mean, but it was not the way any normal person would walk unless they were unable to move any joint in their legs.
  357. But as strange as this was, this was not what frightened me. What frightened me was that they were absolutely thin. It was like they were as flat as a set of clothes that had been ironed. Their faces and bodies were entirely flat - no contours. The nose did not jut out, nothing. And they were also extremely thin. The best I could describe is if you saw a suit hanging from a clothes hanger, that would be about the same thickness. It was like no thickness at all, just clothes hanging from a hanger. All three were dressed in black suits. They all had black sunglasses.
  358. I saw them walk up, ring the buzzer, and be let into the building. I was absolutely scared shitless as I had just been about to enter that very same building. I really wasn't sure what to do, but I kind of steeled myself, and slowly forced myself to ring the buzzer and enter the building, figuring, hey, I might have imagined this, in any case I should force myself to go through my routine until I can think this thing out. When I entered the mail room, there were like 10 (normal) men standing there, just looking at me. It was really intimidating. They asked me if I had seen anything. I was kind of speechless for a second, not knowing how to respond. And then one of THEM walked right up to me from the side and from slightly behind me. I could tell it was one of the same types of things that I had seen crossing the street. It walked right up to me and I was too afraid to turn my head to the side and look at it. I am very scared just typing this right now, remembering it. It didn't say anything, it just got right up close to me, and I had a feeling of fear so intense, I felt as if my heart had just frozen and was going to fall out of my body onto the ground. Again, they asked me, "Did you see anything? What did you see?" I just shook my head and stammered, "No, I didn't see anything." Unless they were all retarded there is no way they couldn't have noticed my extreme fright. I thought they might hold me there and not let me go. But finally they said, "Okay, leave now."
  359. The MIB that was to my side and a little behind me, kind of took a step back to make way, and I had to steel myself to actually walk past it on my way to the door and I was out of the building. It is the bravest thing I've ever done in my life.
  360. At the time I had never heard of the MIB, I had no idea what this thing was or what the government was doing. All I knew was that I was dealing with something far more powerful than me. I thought maybe it was some new type of robot and the government was doing test-runs on them, but why that would be done in broad daylight I could not and still do not understand. To give you an understanding of how frightening it was, the first thought that came to my mind was that I needed to leave the country - to find some way to get the hell out of the country and go somewhere else - but then it occurred to me that if I started to act strangely, they might get suspicious and kill me or something. I realized the best thing I could do was act as normally as possible and pretend nothing had happened.
  361. Later the next week, my supervisor at the post office told me I had been suddenly reassigned from my old route to a new one, something that was unexpected. He asked me if I had encountered any problems on the route - I think even he may have been a little confused at why I was being reassigned. But I said I had no problems and I was very quiet about it. So eventually I got reassigned. After what I thought was an appropriate amount of time continuing to work at the post office, I quit my job and now I work at an airport. I am telling this story now because I need to get this off my chest. I doubt they will come after me now but if they do, I can't avoid my fate. I've never seen any sort of alien or had any sort of unusual life event of any other kind, nor do I believe that there is such a thing as a devil or demons or anything. So I really don't know what to believe now. There is no doubt whatsoever the building was under the control of the government, with normal human beings. I still think it was some sort of cyborg experiment, and on occasion I still am tempted to just leave the country to get away from all this.
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  363. This was a few years ago. 2013, maybe. I was staying with some friends up in Kentucky; they were attending Morehead U, and I would hang out with them in the evenings after class.
  364. One night after sundown we got the bright idea to go for a short trail hike down by the river. We pulled into the parking lot, parked, and headed off into the woods with flashlights.
  365. After about a half-hour or so we see flashlights coming in the other direction. No voices, just flashlights. We get a little closer and see a few people coming quietly toward us. I just assumed they were night-hiking like us. Weird, but whatever. I guess everybody was just being weird that day.
  366. Soon "a few people" turn into 20, then 40, and then it seems like there are 200 people shuffling through the woods in the middle of the night. All ages--kids, adults, teenagers, elderly people. None of them said a word to us. It looked like some kind of weird Trail of Tears or Auschwitz re-enactment, just hundreds of random, various people marching through the middle of nowhere in a massive straggling line, in the middle of the night.
  367. All of a sudden I suspected that they might have been some kind of cult, molestation or otherwise. The fact that they had these school-age kids out there in the dark was weird as shit. We decided that it was time to pack it in and head home, and get away from whatever shady shit these people were doing.
  368. A man broke away from the gaggle and confronted us. "You need to get out of here." He was carrying a rifle. "Some of us have weapons and you might get shot. We're looking for an escaped prison inmate." (Do you need a bunch of kids and old people for that? I don't feel like that's a thing that's necessary?? Question mark???)
  369. We didn't need him to repeat himself. We beat feet.
  370. When we got back to the parking lot, there were men wandering around directing cars like ushers at a drive-in cinema, except they looked like some kind of home-grown militia. Now the parking lot was crammed with cars. And someone had set up a command post at the edge of the woods, with a video village under a rain awning. It looked legit as hell.
  371. One of the men approached us again as we were heading for the parking lot to leave. As assholes are prone to doing, he told us to do what we were already doing--get the fuck out of there. I don't remember exactly what was said, but he got belligerent when we asked him what they were doing, and kept telling us to leave.
  372. So we did.
  373. We ended up going to Wendy's, where one of their friends was getting ready to close, and we sat in the lobby drinking milkshakes and trying to piece together what the fuck was going on out there in the woods. Finally I think we all convinced ourselves that we'd stumbled across some kind of Eyes Wide Shut-style child sex ring convention.
  374. Later that week we found a mention in the newspaper about some kind of Bigfoot-hunting gathering out there. Naturally we assumed that's what we'd seen--but why kids? Why elderly people? Hardly any of them looked like they were ready for action. I saw people wearing blankets as if they were shawls. They looked like they were being herded somewhere. Why so many people? How the hell are you gonna find Bigfoot with that many people stomping around in the woods?
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  376. Watched my aunt's dog get up on his hind legs, walk to the kitchen, walk out, and then stare at me. I was stunned and it was at least 7 seconds, then he fell to all fours again and wanted to play with me.
  377. It fucked with me so bad I almost got sick to my stomach. Still fucks with me to this day.
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  379. Not exactly the same, in fact, it's barely tangential, but in my mom's home town there is a least one person who claims to have spotted a similar creature in the mountains. He claims it was a larger than average mangy looking black dog, that started following him during a hunting trip.
  380. He says that the dog would be just at the edge of his vision through the trees, sometimes still, and sometimes moving with a strange gait that he described as "Like somebody put you in a dogs body and told you to walk like a dog, but you hadn't quite gotten it down yet.".
  381. He says he saw it, and was filled with an overwhelming sense of uneasiness, bordering on dread. He actually considered shooting it before he controlled himself and realized he was being silly. So he kept walking, but when he looked back, the dog was still there, exactly on the edge of visibility, like it was following him. To compact what was a lengthy story, obviously well honed by years of telling it, he started moving faster and faster, with the dog continuing to stalk him, until he ended up running off the edge of a small cliff.
  382. According to him he fell about a story, and when he rolled over onto his back the dog was not more than 5 feet away, sitting and staring at him. When he rolled over and looked at it he froze, and he claims the dog looked at him in a disappointed way, stood, and walked away.
  383. Oh, can't believe I forgot, as it made it even more creepy and have the story something of a hellish tint, but he said that throughout the whole encounter, his nose was filled with the smell of campfire smoke.
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  385. When I traveled to India about 20 years ago, I took the buss bus/coach to travel from one city to another. It was a night buss, so I slept through most of the ride. It was dark and the road was surrounded by a forest. The road was only illuminated by the headlights of the bus and we were seemingly alone on the road. I woke up for a brief moment and just stared out the window. There I saw this creature on the side of the road hurrying into the dark woods. The moment lasted a second or two, but I saw the creature so clearly. It looked like something with a human body doing an inverted crab walk. It had the head of a doberman dog, or jackal. It had a waddling gait. With each limb moving independently, like an insect.
  386. Everyone around me was asleep, and I felt like a crazy person. I kept telling myself that I must've seen something else And misinterpreted it in my mind. Cause I just caught a glimpse of it. In later years I've questioned whether I was dreaming it. I feel extremely certain of what I saw, but I'm probably wrong. There is probably a logical explanation to it.
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  388. Probably way too late for this, but when I was younger (somewhere between 5-10) - my mom asked my dad if he had heard something that night. He said yes, and that he had gone to check it out - it was the cats "talking" in the living room. Not like normal cat chatter, or meows. They were speaking some odd language. My mom lost it saying that she heard it too, and had convinced herself that it was a dream.
  389. Part of me thinks they were trying to fuck with me, but they weren't really those kind of people. No one has ever mentioned anything about it since.
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  391. As a kid we played in the basement a lot. The floor was open and cement so we could roller skate around. Also the walls were either dirt or brick so we were allowed to shoot bb-guns at targets. Basically, I wasn't scared of the basement at all as a kid. One day my sister was in a side room that had jars of peaches and pickles. Dirt cellar type room, stayed cold even in the summer. She wouldn't let me in and I was sure she was eating peaches. I could see her feet under the crack of the door and I stuck my fingers under and she messed around with my fingers and giggled. I felt that her fingers were wet and I said "don't eat all the peaches, I want some." Then she pushed down on my fingers SO HARD and it hurt and she was grunting and basically freaking out. I started screaming and tugging. Finally I pulled my hands back and she was quiet. She then kicked the door really hard. I ran upstairs to tell on her and there she was with my mom in the kitchen. It was pretty fuckin freaky. No one believed me. In fact my mom just said my imagination had gotten away from me and to forget about it.
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  393. This happened on a military base in a PX shopping center when I was about five or six. My mother told me to sit on a bench that was facing the women's clothes section. She didn't want me following her around the section because I had a bad habit of walking between the clothing racks and scaring ladies who would be casually shopping for clothes. Apparently, that was a no go on this particular occasion. She wanted me in one location where she could keep her eye on me. Thanks, mom.
  394. Well, I remember sitting on the bench by myself for about five to ten minutes, an eternity to a bored little boy, before another child came and sat next to me. She was about nine to eleven years old. She had heavily tanned skin. I can't remember whether or not she was Latina or Indian, but I recall her having soft brown eyes and long silky black hair.
  395. So, as soon as she sat down I heard a gurgling noise that I couldn't locate. It was definitely close, but not coming form any of my immediate directions. The sound was simply there, without a source. I glanced over to the girl to give her the "do you hear that, too?" face. However, when I focused my attention on her I realized that she was staring at me as if I was the most interesting thing in the world. No, not goo goo cootie eyes, but eyes of a young girl who was captivated by her favorite preteen television drama. That's when the sound turned into words. And, let me tell you, it sounded like one of those smoker's talk boxes. The words said, "Hey little boy, how are you?" The girl's head tilted a bit to the side as if she was expecting a response, as if the words came from her. At first, being the precocious and inquisitive scamp that I was, I opened my mouth to ask her to teach me how to, and I quote, "do ventriloquist speech". However, before I could form a word, the gurgling, mechanical noise emerged again and formed words almost immediately. "Hey, little boy, do you want to play?" The girl's mouth /did/ /not/ move. Suddenly, I got this really sick feeling in my stomach as if something was wrong on a life threatening level. My body tensed up in fear and I slowly shifted my neck in a rigid fashion so that I could focus attention away from the girl. Then, the thought came that maybe she was disabled and had a speaking device. I looked over quickly again to answer her and not seem like I didn't want to talk to a kid that was a bit different. But, of course, there was no assisted speech device or anything attached to her. The gurgling voice came out again, "Hey little boy, do you want to play?" Her smile was soft and welcoming, but I for some reason I felt a legitimate primal fear. At that moment I let out a whimper and a small whine as I got up to speed walk toward my mother who was less than 30 feet away.
  396. When I got to my mom she asked me why I wasn't sitting on the bench. I have no clue why my mood changed, but I said, "I was but this girl wouldn't stop annoying me" in a genuinely irritated manner. It was kind of like I completely forgot being scared of the girl and just found her to be nerve wracking. My mom gave me the okay to stand beside her and not run off while she finished looking over a pair of blouses.
  397. I still don't know how that girl did that with her voice or why it scared me so much.
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  399. I remember being like 7 or so and being sent to bed before my three siblings. I shared a room with my two sisters. My eldest sister's bed had a dust ruffle, and one of her clogs (it was the 70s) was sticking out about half way from under it. I looked at it for some reason, and as I did, I saw it get pulled slowly under her bed. I freaked. My mom didn't believe me, but I will never forget it.
  400. EDIT: For the uninitiated, clogs are a kind of shoe. The font here makes the word look like "dogs." A dust ruffle is the same as a bed skirt. Is my English weird or something?
  401. EDIT: We didn't have any pets at the time.
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  403. When I was really little we lived on a lake. I was too young to swim and was sitting in the shallows, sifting through rocks. I found one with an eye on it. A single, perfectly round blue eye with no eyelids. I poked it hard and it watered and twitched around horrifically, like it was in pain but couldn't blink or cry out because it was a rock. I just held it and couldn't believe it because rocks just don't fucking have eyes. It started pouring rain and my dad yelled we had to go, and I just got this feeling like what had just happened wasn't suppose to have happened. So I just threw it back into the water and left with my dad. I know that it happened for real. I can still feel the sensation of literally gouging an eyeball when I remember it.
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  405. I've have this bizarre memory from my childhood.
  406. I was four when this happened (about 1989). I remember being locked in an empty bedroom in this house. No bed, no curtains, no nothing. And I know I was there for a long time, over two days. I recall peeing in the empty closet and I remember being scared when it got dark and the room being partially illuminated by the orange light of a street lamp (street lamp light still creeps me out). I had a box of crayons but no coloring book. I ended up melting the crayons on the radiator that ran beneath the window. The smell of melted crayon and piss is a detail that I'll never forget. I remember that I was too short to look out the window, even standing on the radiator.
  407. I spent a lot of my life in foster homes until I was eighteen so it's hard to remember where I was supposed to be.
  408. Some other details that are less clear: There was a woman in a beige trench coat and maybe she left me there? Though I don't recall who came and got me. I have the vaguest recollection of sitting with a woman in some kind of lounge that had a small deli. It may have been the lobby of a large auditorium. I was eating a tuna fish sandwich. I remember we were waiting for something. I recall fiddling with a metal box on the wall, the kind with those pull-tab games that bars have. There was a cab at one point. And that's all I remember.
  409. One last thing, and this one is -to me- the weirdest. I was living in Tacoma, WA (USA) in 2002 and I used to take walks down to the waterfront daily. On those walks I always passed a house that gave me intense creepy vibes and I am 87.5% certain that this was the house I was locked in. I am not psychic or even that intuitive so I think that I remembered it.
  410. My theory is that the black woman was at one point, my case worker and she just left me in this empty house so she didn't have to fuss with me. In any event it left a faint but eerie scar that will always be there. At least until I get old and forget everything.
  411. My best friend once told me that it sounds like I was part of a state sponsored experiment that focused on isolation or something like that. I don't believe that at all. But it sounds creepy.
  412. Anyway. That's my story. It's not even that interesting but it creeps me out so I thought I'd share.
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  414. When I was in pre-school, my parents put my brother and me in a posh school. We live in South America, where the majority of the population is brown but in that school, since it was for rich kids, it was mostly white kids. I'm quite brown, my brother is white. I got bullied a lot there by my classmates. The only kid who didn't bully me at all was this one white boy named Cristian. He was really blonde with curly hair and pink cheeks, he looked like a cherub. Somehow he got bullied too, I think because of his accent? His parents were american or something, not locals for sure. Anyway, one day at recess we were playing and this big bully from our class came to pick on us. Cristian was up in the slide and the bully somehow pushed him to the floor and started punching him while Cristian asked him to stop. I remember very clearly the bully was punching Cristian's shoulder. After recess we had to go to a dance rehearsal and Cristian spend the entire time complaining about how much his shoulder hurt. Next day he didn't show up, nor did the next weeks. Last time we all saw him was when his dad brought him to the class, telling us he had to go back home and they were smiling and seemed cheery but guess what: Cristian was missing an arm. He had nothing below the shoulder, the same shoulder the bully had punched. His dad explained to us, smiling like a catalogue model the entire time, that Cristian had had an accident and had to get his arm amputated. I turned around to see the bully's reaction and he seemed as shocked as anybody else.
  415. It really messed with me and I became extremely afraid of bullies and didn't let anyone touch my shoulders until literally just a few years ago. I know it's irrational to think a simple punch from a 5 year old can do so much damage but this just couldn't be a coincidence, could it?
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  417. When I was a child, around the age of six, perhaps younger, I used to visit my uncles house on occasion with my mum and nan. Each time I was there, I'd go to my uncles bedroom to look at the “mummy” that laid on his bed.
  418. That's what I thought I was seeing, an adult woman that seemed to look like they were wrapped up in bandages or some material. My uncle was the kind that would tease you, or wind you up, so I never believed it was real, just something he'd rigged to scare me.
  419. Each time I went to his house, I would drag my mum or my nan into that room to show them, and frustratingly, each and every time they would claim not to be able to see a very obvious mummy laid out on the bed. It got to the point one day, after dragging my mum and nan up to my uncle's room and them not believing me, that after they left, I stayed to watch the mummy lay in the bed. I stayed in the doorway, the furthest I would ever go, with the side of the bed facing me, and glared as angrily as a little girl could at the woman in the bed. Then it sat up and turned to face me. I froze. It was when the thing started to get off the bed towards me that I discovered my legs again and ran.
  420. Years later my nan took me and a friend to my uncle's house to dog sit while he was away. It just so happened that his bedroom was where we would be having our sleep-over. The room had been changed and there was no mummy this time around, but retelling the story was enough to freak us both out for the night, though it didn't stop us sleeping.
  421. My mum and nan can recall me asking about the bandaged women in the bed (and other weird things I'd seen and experienced as a child), but no one else had experienced the mummy in that house.
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  423. I lived in a national park by myself for three months. Several times when I was going back to my trailer for the day, I would hear music like a music box or an ice cream truck. It was always loud and sounded like it was coming from somewhere over my head. One day I decided to look for the source so I followed the dirt road past my trailer. The music continued, I couldn't tell if I was getting closer or not. I had my eyes on the trees and looked down just in time to avoid stepping on a snake. I scrambled back but it didn't move. I realized it was dead and it wasn't alone, there were half a dozen dead copperheads stretched out in the road, looking in the same direction.
  424. I went back to get my car because I couldn't bring myself to step over them, but by the time I got my keys, the music had stopped and I didn't hear it again.
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  426. I'm 54 now so this is reaching back a ways...to I would guess 1968, when I was about six. We lived in a huge old colonial house, built just after the Revolutionary War, and my parents didn't have a lot so the house was kind of empty. I remember the windows didn't seem to have shades or curtains. One night we're all in the living room, watching TV, very dark outside, and suddenly my brothers and parents are sort of frozen. Not as in frozen time, just like they're not responding, not moving. And then I see three white figures pass by the window outside. I remember them as being human shaped figures, probably male, maybe 6-7 feet tall, and entirely white, with no features. I shouted, and then my father sort of woke up and went outside to have a look...and of course found nothing. There were a few more strange memories from then, all while in that house.
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  428. In the spring of what I think must have been 1977 or 1978 I was walking home from the town centre of Borehamwood where I lived.  On my way home there was a smallish man-made lake that was flanked with green spaces and a well-used park.  This land was reclaimed waste land and banked steeply up on one side towards the park.  As I reached the end of the lake where it ran into a brook I noticed an elderly couple staring into the water.  They walked on as I got closer but I stopped to see what they were looking at. 
  429. In the centre of the lake there was what can only be described as a green baby seemingly fixed in place in the middle of a quite fast flowing patch of water.  It was the same size as big baby but the head was larger than normal and it was totally green - a light mossy green colour. 
  430. At first I thought it was a doll caught in the deep weeds this lake was known for and covered in algae - hence the green colour.  As I watched it, other people stopped to look as well.  A real dead newborn baby had been found in this lake the previous year and so locals were obviously concerned that this was another poor soul dumped in the water.  A small crowd stood on the park-side bank (including my sister who had showed up with a friend as they too were walking home) all intent on watching the "baby".  It stayed in the same place despite a wake of water flowing around it.  As we watched, all speculating about whom would have put a doll in the water, it moved.  I can't tell you how that made us all jump! 
  431. My sister was not happy with this and some people seemed to actually be angry about it moving.  My sister and her friend left just as someone ran to find a working phone box to call the police.  It continued to move, slow movements, at first just an arm was lifted from the water and then it's head slowly turned left and right. 
  432. This went on for about fifteen minutes and then the emergency services arrived - first an ambulance and then a police car.  Now - no one had been willing to go into the water because it was well known that this lake was about two metres deep in places and at least half of that depth was black foul-smelling mud.  The ambulance crew quickly realised that someone would have to go into the water and, after a bit of a heated discussion, one of them stepped into the water.  Thankfully this end of the lake seemed to be a shallow bit -only to be waist deep to the tall ambulance driver.  He churned up the water as he walked on and the smell was just ghastly as the water turned black around him. 
  433. The crowd was standing on the opposite side of the water to the ambulance crew as the police had cleared the area around the ambulance.  The crowd had grown quite a bit by now - attracted by the ambulance I suppose - and we all stared intently at the "baby" as the ambulance man waded through the mud as we were keen to know what it was.  However, as the ambulance man got close enough to reach out for it - it sunk!  Just like that - straight down in a flurry of bubbles and it had vanished.  The ambulance man stopped and looked back towards the bank - we all gasped of course - but it was gone. 
  434. After that things got a bit confused and a couple of men in the crowd tried to get into the water too but the police stopped them.  The police then went back to the car and used their radio and shortly another police car turned up with two more policemen with waterproof trousers.  The wet ambulance man got a long stick and started poking around in the water searching for the sunken "baby" and he was joined by the two new policemen who did the same thing.  I watched for some time and they did not find it and eventually gave up and the crowd dispersed.
  435. I had shelved this event in my mind as a childhood imagining until I mentioned it recently and my sister remembered it as well - and so this has prompted me to send it to you.
  436. Now, I still think that this was an elaborate prank.  We lived in an area where many people worked in or connected with the film studios.  This was where Star Wars was made and the film industry and special effects were big in Borehamwood at that time.  I think (hope) that the green baby was somehow remote controlled by someone who was watching all of this from a distance.  I just wonder if anyone else remembers this event - or even knows who set it up? 
  437. Well done if you did - it gave me nightmares for some time afterwards, something that no movie managed to do!
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  439. One time I was waiting behind a red truck at the gas station. It was a truck that had a pickup and just could fit probably 3 people in the front on the bench. I remember looking at the truck's drivers side mirror and seeing a pale green face, almost like a really sickly old person? Eyes were eerie and blood shot. Made no expression, I couldn't even tell if the person was moving or not. I thought I was just seeing something. Which is weird because I didn't see a person in the seat at all.
  440. The lady who owned the truck was inside paying for gas and when she got into the truck she sat down in the drivers side and the face wasn't in the mirror anymore. It was the creepiest thing ever. I didn't even take a picture because I was too afraid to. The only people who saw it were the kids I were nannying who were in the car with me.
  441. When the truck drove away and turned side ways, again it confirmed there was only a front bench seat and only one person in the car.
  442. It's bothered me ever since because I can't make sense of it.
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  444. One of my first memories involves what I think were paranormal beings. I was about 4 years old, standing in the entryway in our house, facing the door. I stop and notice there are two people standing in front of the door, staring at me. One was a tall, middle-aged man, dressed in a black 1900s-era suit. The other was a boy, wearing what I figure now was a red baseball uniform from the same time. The boy looked up at the man and said, "Why is he staring at us?" And the man replied, "It's okay. He can't see us."
  445. I still remember that experience clear as day, almost 34 years later.
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  447. When I was a child (10 years old), we lived on the North shore of the Shuswap Lake in BC. It was, then, very rural with a population of ~400 spread out over ten miles of beach front with farms up in the hills. No town, just a store, a post office and an old Indian trail that wound through the forest for perhaps a mile near where I lived. We played on the trail all the time. One afternoon, my family - mother, father, brother, myself, and a friend went for a walk along the trail. My friend and I ran ahead at one point, out of sight of everyone. We stopped and were looking around, and off in the forest we saw a man slumped over a fallen, rotting log with chickens pecking all around him. I can still feel - and I'm talking 50 years in my past - the adrenaline blasting up my spine as the figure lifted its head and looked at us with empty pecked-out eyes. We screamed as both of us saw it and ran back to the adults. When my parents came to the spot with us, only the rotting log was there. To this day, I would not dare walk that path by myself.
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  449. One time a couple years ago I was taking a shower. It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary happened. So when I was done, I stepped out of the shower and looked to the towel rack so I could grab one to dry myself off. But I see the towel, and there's a bulge in it, about the same size and shape of a human head. Nothing underneath the towel. It was as if someone was sticking their head through the wall and looking at me through the towel. It looked creepy, but I thought that it could just be the vent underneath it blowing wind into it strangely. So I reached my hand towards it to push the air or whatever it was out of it and touched it. It was solid. It was very solid. I recoiled and jumped back a foot and the shape sunk away again. When I took the towel off the rack, there was nothing underneath it. This scared the hell out of me.
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  451. While stationed in Giessen, Germany (one of 5 different cities throughout 3 countries in Europe over 8 years) there was a playground at the base housing daycare/preschool. I worked mids (night shift) for a while. I was an MP and we conducted walking patrols at least once a night.
  452. Not a whole lot happened at this particular housing area but when we took over the road, I was told "there is a clown face on a pole that can spin and it will follow your progress as you walk by sometimes" but the way his face looked, I really didn't think he was joking. He then told me "when this happens, I always get back in my patrol vehicle immediately." I waited for the laugh but didn't even get a smile.
  453. First month nothing. Then one night while walking and trying not to think about the lonely wives telling me earlier to "come on by later to 'have dinner', I'm in # whatever" I heard a squeak and stopped, looked to my left and the damn face is looking directly at me. I have always been very aware and right then I felt like leaving the area quickly would be an extremely smart move. I turned to walk back to my vehicle and could hear squeaking but didn't/couldn't turn to look. I still did my walks at night and sometimes I heard the squeaking and sometimes I didn't. I never looked again but whenever I heard the faint squeak as I walked past that playground I always got the same feeling of dread and it didn't fade until I was back in my vehicle.
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  455. This reminds me of a story from when I was about 8 years old. I was in the car with my mum at a set of traffic lights. It was dusk, and I'm from a rural town so there were barely any traffic despite it being the main street at that time (I think it was like 8pm). On the footpath across from us there were these two what I presume to be young adult females.
  456. Me and my mum look in their direction, their backs were facing us, and they almost instantly turn around to face us - one was wearing some kind of wolf mask (in my memory preserved by an 8 year old it looks like it wasn't a mask) - and she raises her arms and makes these claw-like gestures with her hands.
  457. The car engine cut out and everything fell to silence. The lady in the wolf mask started quickly walking towards us (they were across the road a few meters from the lights), towards the middle of the intersection without even looking for any traffic. Her friend just stood there staring at our car while my mum started freaking out and frantically trying to start the car.
  458. Lady in the wolf mask gets maybe about 5 meters away from our car when it turns on and my mum runs the red light. Both of them turn around and watch our car, I remember undoing my seatbelt to watch them in the rear window.
  459. When my mum picks me up from the train station when I go for a visit, we drive past the intersection and my mum always mentions it. Always freaks me out and I remember it so vividly.
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  461. When I was younger, my mom claimed I had a really active imagination. One day I was over at my aunt's while my mom was running various errands. My aunt, at the time, lived in a cul-de-sac and I could watch cars drive by the entrance from her laundry room. I was doing this for a bit and spotted a man coming from the sidewalk. He walked, from what appeared to my angle, into her garage. The man was wearing black, and had faded almost gray skin.
  462. I go and tell my aunt, and she checks the garage for me, but there was no sign. My mom picks me up from her house and I tell her what I saw in vivid description. She just kinda believed it was my imagination.
  463. A few years pass and I'm at school. The day passes as normal, and my mom picks me up. She was on edge and asks me if I remember the man I saw years ago, I ask why. Apparently shortly after she got home from taking me to school, she heard heavy footsteps that were moving fast, we had a really tiny house. She saw the man, and she just immediately left the house and drove away.
  464. These events happened about ten years ago, but thinking about them still gives me chills.
  465. EDIT: Asked my mom what she remembered, she hasn't gotten back to me. Will update as I get the details from her.
  466. EDIT 2: Sorry for the long wait, I had limited time to check Reddit after my first edit. Hopefully the info will be worth the wait for those of you curious. My mom told me her perspective and what differed from the version I saw: Essentially, what I saw was from an elevated position where all I could see were the clothes and a bit of his skin. The "visitor," was wearing a black trenchcoat, including a hat.
  467. My mom's point of view, the "visitor," still had his black clothing, but lacked his hat. He had faded, gray skin that looked dry and old, (the best visual description of his face that I can compare it to is Nick Valentine from Fallout 4.) Rather than being upright, he was on all fours. She just felt a nasty presence/terror after seeing him. I do remember right after school, she picked up a radio which we kept on 24/7 and it played music from our local Christian channel. We never had an incident after we got the radio oddly enough, and we rarely mention it to each other.
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  469. I grew up in a shit town with a shit economy. I knew a lot of farmers and ranchers. I heard it all. The ghostly figures, the "unicorn" creatures, the hell things in the night. However, what bothered me was this old guy who live near me. He had no cows or anything, just a few hound dogs and a pond with a few geese. I knew his daughter through my sister and spent the night one day. I got irritated sleeping on a fuzzy couch so I got up in the middle of the night and went wandering. I found him talking to himself right off the porch, kneeling and talking about how things shouldn't be burned. I took it as a typical weirdo thing. Two days later his whole yard set fire. I never visited them again.
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  471. My old man is a pretty straight shooter and doesn't really say much unless it needs to be said and on that note he told me this story and I tend to believe him. Early bow season in N.H. , Sept/Oct, and he's in his stand about 4pm when he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. There's lots of old logging roads where we hunt and mountain bikers take full advantage of them so he wasn't to surprised when he saw this guy but something was off about him. As my dad watched this guy came more into plain sight and he could see this guy from about the knees up and he's dressed in older style clothes, maybe from the 60s or older, anyway he swears this guy was floating so to speak, never turned his head, arms not moving and neither were his legs....just gliding down the trail. Now my old man figures he's sliding in mud or maybe ice but when the guy started heading uphill in the same manner he got the hell outta there.
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  473. My great grandmother told me about her uncle who was deathly afraid of horses, he claimed "they weren't what they seemed". Apparently when he was a boy he was walking home alone and as he crested a hill he looked down into the valley below to see two horses walking side by side on their hind legs, like people. They continued to walk until they came to a fence, which they climbed, they continued to walk for a distance before they got down on all fours and began grazing. Not particularly notable but the image of this innocent yet alien act freaks me out.
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