13. I am not one to have a great memory. Most
things from my childhood I tend to forget, but this. This little event I could never
forget. So it starts off in Texas at a relative’s farm at least fourteen years back during the
summer. My family and I were starting to move and since my brother and I were kinda small
and not exactly helpful with moving stuff like furniture we had to stay with our aunt
who was my dad’s sister and my uncle who recently married my aunt and their son. I
was around six years old and my cousin was twelve, and my brother was fourteen. The three
of us used to help out with many of the animals that were at the farms to waste time, but
whenever our aunt and uncle say they didn’t need our help we would run off and do our
own thing. Which in other words meant going out with our slingshots. This one day our uncle told us that we could
stay out as late as we wanted so this meant we didn’t have to come back before sundown
like we usually did. The three of us, my cousin, my brother, and I decided that we were going
to go out as far as we possibly could from that farm and practice with our flimsy slingshots.
Looking back at this it’s kinda funny how the three of us thought we could get anything
and everything with a rickety slingshot. After a couple of hours of not finding anything
and being at least a mile or two from the farm we decided to go back. On the way back
we saw what we all thought was a coyote on the way back near the chicken pen. Seeing
that it would take a long time to grab our uncle … the three of us with our flimsy
slingshots tried to take care of it. Big mistake. The “coyote” turned around and started
to slowly walk at us. The closer it got the bigger it seemed to get and soon I realized
that it was not a coyote, but some sort of creature with some long wire like hair,
red all over its face. It was out of nowhere my brother dropped his slingshot, grabbed
me, and started bolting towards the house with our cousin following behind screaming
at us to … run. I can’t remember how long it took us to actually make it inside that
house, but I was so happy to make it inside. Whatever that thing was it stayed outside
watching us. It wasn’t until our aunt saw it outside did it leave. My aunt thought it
was just a coyote, but my cousin was … sure it was a skinwalker. Our uncle sided with
him on whatever it was. My uncle was a Navajo and didn’t joke about this stuff, but my
brother, my aunt and I weren’t. My cousin, who grew up learning about these legends,
kept telling him that it was a skinwalker until he was bawling his eyes out. Our uncle
decided to believe him and fortify that house the best he could that night. The next day,
we went outside and found all the chickens torn apart outside of their pens. My parents
came that same day to pick up my brother and I. Mainly because our uncle was calling them
frantically and they worried about our safety. I rarely keep in touch with those relatives
anymore due to my family moving all those years ago, and whenever I do so we never bring
up the incident anymore out of fear that may have actually been a skinwalker. 12. When I was 20 years old and my brother was
15 years old. Our parents were out of town. My brother had some friends over one night.
As I walked out the door to pickup food I overheard them talking about the supernatural,
ghost, demons etc. What I didn't know was one of them had brought over a spirit board.
While I was gone they decided to call on a spirit. After a few times asking for a spirit
to appear to them they got their wish. The lights in the house went out, a low eerie
laugh consumed the whole house, not one of the seven could move.They all say they could
see a shadow circling the table but the light from the neighbours house was dense. All of them knew they should run yet they couldn't move even a finger. No one could speak or
scream or cry. As I pulled into the drive the seven teenagers
came running out of the house screaming and crying. They reached me quickly but as they
were running to me I seen the blinds in the living room pull apart in the middle aggressively.
Before I could process what I had seen all of them were trying to tell me what had just
happened. The front door suddenly slammed knocking the already torn blind to the floor. Although you think that would be the end of
the story but it's not. Someone still had to go back in the house or at the least lock the door. The seven teens weren't an option and I was the only adult in sight. I made
my brother go with me since this was partly his fault. We walked to the front door slowly, both of
us we breathing hard and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. As I put my fingers on
the handle of the door I thought about it like ripping off a band-aide. Just do it fast.
I slung the door open with one swoop. The smell was unimaginable and it hit us like
a slap in the face. The odor was a mixture of flowers and something rotting. It took
us a moment to overcome the horrific smell. Before entering the house I tried to turn
on the lights by the door. The outside light and the hall light turned on right away. I
shouldn't have been surprised to see the house was in a shambles. If I hadn't seen the blind
rip open or the see the door slam on it's own I would've thought my brother had entertained
a wild party. As we entered the house I began telling the entity in a loud demanding voice,
"Leave this home. You are not welcome here." As I spoke I walked to where the spirit board
was on the floor. When I picked up the board I said "This conversation has ended. Goodbye."
The front door slammed on it's own again but the odor was gone. We cleaned up and never
told my parents. 11. I was dating this one girl, a long distance
relationship. She lived in Washington State while I lived in California, long distance
relationships usually involved the usual: facetiming, phone calls, Skype, etc. About
7 months into the relationship I had a dream. The only member of her family I've seen on
FaceTime was her cousin, Zoe. In the dream I was watching over her while she played in
a bouncy house, suddenly she stopped and pointed. I looked into the direction she pointed, there
was an old male, so old that gravity took a toll on his wrinkly skin. I locked eyes
with him and I felt his piercing blue eyes freeze my body in place. He raised his hand
from the resting place on his rocking chair. He pointed at me, his mouth opened wide as
a sharp screeching noise came out of him. I woke up in cold sweat, texting my girlfriend
telling her the dream. She was shocked... she texted back "you saw grandpa?" She later explained
that her late grandpa's appearance perfectly fit my dream. What shocked us both was that
I've never seen a picture of her grandfather let alone knew that he [had passed away].
"He would always stay in his rocking chair and look out the window during his final days.",
she said. Can ghosts communicate through dreams? Can I see ghosts? Are ghosts real? I don't
know if any of these will ever be answered but I hope one day I can understand. 10. So this happened about 2 years ago, nearly
3, when I was a freshman. I never had much faith in the afterlife or the paranormal. Anyways, I never had much of a hard time sleeping,
however, during the second week of winter break it was becoming really difficult to
sleep. I remember one night I had woken up to a loud bang. At first I thought I was a
shot, which wouldn't have been so surprising since I live in a rough neighborhood in East
Los Angeles, but then I heard another bang that came from outside my door. I slowly made
my way out of bed and i looked over to my alarm clock which read 2:53 a.m. I thought
maybe it could be my mom or my older brother, but then i remembered my mom was working until
8 o'clock and my brother was at his girl's house. With a racing heart, i grabbed the
bat i had under my bed and i waited, thinking it could be an intruder. I held my breath
waiting for another sound, but nothing happened for the rest of the night. The next day i told my family about it, but
they just joked about it. They joked that it was the devil checking on me and ultimately
they paid no mind to it. It wasn't until around midnight that i heard the bang again. This
time i was awake an i rushed to where i heard the sound, which led to my bathroom. I opened
the bathroom door and i looked inside only to see nothing. I jumped when i heard the
sound of glass breaking. It came from my kitchen and i saw that at least 4 plates had fallen
off of the cabinet and were shattered on the floor. It scared me because those plates couldn't
have fallen on their own because there was a latched that kept the cabinet shut. I inspected
the cabinet to see if maybe the latch had broken, but it wasn't. The activity continued
throughout the rest of the break and most of it was childish. There would be knocks
in one room and then another, like if someone was messing with me. I would have my hair
tugged and some mornings old family picture frames would be broken. My mom even said she
heard a little kid crying when she was alone in the house. Then one day she revealed to me that the previous
owners of the house had a 3 year old son who had passed away in the tub when his mother
had left him alone to answer the phone. After the boy's passing the parents had sold the
house to my family and were never heard from again. At first i was skeptical, but then
i remembered the knocking coming from the bathroom. Needless to say, it pushed me to
believe in the afterlife more and now the activity doesn't bother me anymore. To me
it's just a little boy who doesn't know he's passed and just wants to play. I hope that
I'm able to catch some activity on video and post it. 9. My whole life I’ve had paranormal experiences
so over the years I’ve grown used to them. One particular paranormal experience is something
that gives me nightmares to this day. when I was between the ages of 5 and 11 my family
lived in a small apartment building. My sister and I shared one bedroom while my brother
had the other, both my parents slept in the living room downstairs. I would go downstairs
every night to get water or a snack if I was hungry and I never got scared because my parents
were just feet from the kitchen sleeping. I remember that night I woke up in the middle
of the night as usual and went downstairs to the kitchen to get water. Our kitchen had
an odd half wall so even if you were feet from it you could still see the whole kitchen.
I remember I had passed my parents who were sleeping at the time and made it just feet
from the kitchen where I had been able to see the sink and window just above it. I didn’t even make it to the kitchen. In
front of the sink where the window was shining in lights from outside I saw a dark haired
woman looking out the window. I remember standing there for what felt like hours but it only
lasted about 10 seconds. The women just stood there not moving for a few more seconds and
before I could even think of what to do next this woman started bending weirdly. Like her
bones were breaking but no sound was audible. I stared at her not knowing what to do at
the time, before I could react, the woman turned completely and looked towards me. Her
face was completely blacked out. I ran past my parents and back up to my bedroom. Let’s
just say I got no sleep that night. Since then my family has moved from that apartment
complex and to this day 10+ years later I still can see that woman so clearly in my
head and I hope I never encounter her again. 8. About a couple months ago around October I
wanted to make a Halloween video with some friends. We wanted to film a short film about
a psycho … in the woods. We went to my local woods where we were looking for a good spot
to film. We ended up going down a small ravine to film. Everything was normal until we noticed weird
objects above a part of the ravine so we went to check it out. We climbed uphill from the
ravine were we found a small shelter something that a man built to sleep in. Around the small
shelter there were dolls hanged around it deformed and almost satanic like. The dolls
were really unpleasant and made us uncomfortable. However it looked good for our film so we
started filming there until we kept hearing noises around us and our anxiety was getting
to us so we booked it. We still filmed at the bottom of the ravine now with more friends.
They didn't believe what we found so we took them to see the dolls. We didn't hear anything
but some of our friends got really anxious so we left but me personally I don't believe
in paranormal stuff but i did leave with scratches on my back that I did not feel until I left
the woods. I have footage of us finding the dolls in the woods and pictures of my scratched
back. It was really unpleasant finding those scratches though. I went back recently to
see if the dolls were still there with a friend and they were gone however the shelter was
still there. Don't know if there is psycho living in my local woods but I'll never know. 7. This is a true story, sorry if its a bit long.
My mother passed away in 2015. I visit her grave on occasions to leave flowers and think
about her.I have had an unusual life in many ways and this is but one tale in a sea of
many. This may be the first of them or at least the earliest one I was told. Mom was buried in our family plot that also
includes my grandparents at a local but secluded cemetery. During one of my visits over the
summer I recalled a story my mother had told me a few years earlier, long before she too
would join them there. At the time I had no memory of the following
story as I was three when the event occured. After she told me I did start to remember
parts of it which I had probably blocked out due to a combination of being young and how
traumatic this was. My grandfather passed away when I was only a year old in 1972.
My other had been very close to him and it had affected her deeply. For most of my childhood
my mother and I would visit his grave in the cemetery, leave flowers and trim grass away
from his headstone. We had gone to place a Christmas wreath on this particular trip. It was winter and we had gone late in the
day. Typical for that time of year the days were short and the sun was dipping low in
the sky. While my mother did her usual tending of his headstone, I wandered nearby among
the neighboring graves. At my very young age I understood that people were laid to rest
and understood the concept of passing on. My mother had explained this to me somewhat
early probably to help me understand who we went there for and why. In my three year old
mind I imagined skeletons buried underground. I was not afraid of the cemetary or graves however
as this was a ritual we had done numerous times and had become somewhat routine. At some point on this trip, while wandering,
my foot had slipped into a hole and become stuck. My mother heard me crying and ran to
find my foot lodged into the headstone of a nearby grave. The headstones were bronze
with a marble border. They featured a bronze vase you could unscrew and pull out of the
headstone, invert and use to fill with flowers. This grave however was missing its vase, leaving
only an empty hole. My foot had become wedged into the hole and trying as she could my mother
could not get my foot out. Meanwhile, the sun was starting to set, it was getting dark
quickly. She told me I was hysterical at this point. I do recall now, thinking in my three
year olds mind that a skeleton had reached up and was grabbing my foot from somewhere
beneath the grave.All I could think about was that it wanted to drag me down into the
grave and keep me there. My mother had also become frantic, seeing
the very real possibility of me being stuck in the graveyard at night. She left me to
try and find the groundskeeper. She was unable to locate any people because due to winter
the staff was minimal then during the warmer months. After what felt like an eternity she
returned to me. She told me she could hear me screaming the whole time she had been searching
for help. In a moment of desperation she yanked me as hard as she could and my foot popped
out of my shoe freeing me from the hole. I clearly remember this part, and can picture
seeing the small, hard-soled child's shoe wedged at an angle in the vase hole. We then
left after this however I don't remember much after that point. I had never heard this story up until about
2012 when my mother recalled it to me. She had been surprised I started to recall details
after she told it to me. It had shocked me when I actually started to remember these
long buried memories. I still miss and think about my mother every
day but I do sort of wonder if there were any other stories she never told me. Considering
how many years it took her to bring this one up and the fact she is gone now I guess I
will never really know. 6. This is a story about a girl in my high school.
I go to high school just like any normal person would do but I was having a little trouble
with my grades. So I started staying after school to do a little extra work to bring
my grade up But I've noticed in school that there has been this quiet girl that attended
tutoring along with 8 more people.But when I go staring around I would always see her
staring at me, never letting her sight off me. I really didn't mind it but it felt just
creepy. This kept going on for 2 weeks and there it is her still staring at me. Now I
was feeling very uncomfortable. When the school day ended, and tutoring started I would sit
as far away from her. We go home at about 6:00 pm and we were heading to the bus. There
is only one bus because there aren't to many people. And as usual I would sit as far away
from that girl. But that day when I got off for my bus stop she got off to. This was weird
as she always got off at a different stop but I didn't really to much attention to it
as I thought maybe she changed her bus stop or something so I really didn't think of it.It
was kinda getting dark and it was 1 mile walk from my bus stop to my home. But I noticed that the girl has been following
me for about 2 minutes and I didn't know why, this of course bothered me but there wasn't
really much I could do.I just ignored her and minded my own business and kept walking.
2 minutes later I noticed that she kept on following me.I started to get a feeling that
maybe she was lost or something. It was dark and then she started talking to herself. She
was acting really weird and I just wanted ignore it but she kept whispering to herself
but you could hear mumbling.The sound were getting closer and closer so I picked up the
pace.When I picked up the pace she did too.She then let out a scream that was so ... loud
that made me pee my pants.I started sprinting to get as far away from her.She went chasing
me.I was getting scared and then I went running around the neighborhood. I didn't want to
go to my house cause then she would know where I live. Around the corner I saw a bush large
enough for me to hide in.Then she stopped as she though that she lost me.When she stopped,she
took a deep breath and ran away.I stayed there for 5 minutes just too make sure?. I was thinking
to myself that this girl is insane and had some mental problems. After this horrifying
experience, I didn't go to after school tutoring again. 5. On November 4th 2017, my grandmother had passed
away. It wasn't until December when we moved into the old family house. My family and I,
resting after a day of hard work, sat down in the living room with some old item of my
grandmother's. Once we had all sat down an old music box started to play slowly with
the little figures jerking, instead of moving peacefully. We realized at once that this
was the lost relative trying to get in contact with us. But, as soon as one of us left the
room it stopped, and started when we came back. We soon realized the house was haunted
with spirits of the many generations of our family that had built and lived here. 4. I live in rural Kentucky in America south
east Kentucky, to be exact. I was staying with my aunt and uncle up in Mt. Vernon Ky,
along with my aunt's great-great aunt named Lela. I was about 6-8 at the time, and Lela
was around her late 80's, early 90's, and was sadly in poor health. Doctor's had refused
her treatment due to her age and overall health she was around 5ft 3in, 200+ pounds, and
wheel-chair bound, so they opted for setting up Hospice in my Aunt's house, allowing her
to live out her days there. Anyways, I had slept on the couch the days
I were there, and, leading to their back porch, were the sliding glass doors. They always
kept blinds over them, had an alarm system, and kept the doors locked, so I wasn't really
worried, because even as a kid, I knew what break ins were. Needless to say, I was pretty
freaked out when I was awakened by a low tapping sound on the glass doors. It was daylight,
so I thought noting of it. I kinda assumed it was one of the stray dogs that roamed the
area, and that their tail was hitting the glass. Not long after that, though, I saw
a shadow through the blinds. No eyes, no features, just a really tall shadow. Well, I thought
it was my Uncle just leaving to go to work, so I went back to sleep. I awoke later on, to find that a) t was Saturday,
and he had the day off and b) it had snowed all night, and there was NO foot prints at
all. My aunt was freaked out, and couldn't really let me sleep on the couch after that.
Skip forwards a day or two, and I'm at home, when our phone rings; it was my aunt calling
to tell my mom that Lela had died. That, in itself was kinda spooky, given the fact that
my Aunt thought I had seen an apparition, but the kicker? Lela was sitting on the couch
I had slept on, and she just slumped over. My little cousin, Emily, who was around 4-5
at the time, screamed, and began blabbering about the 'Dark man' over Lela. Needless to say, everyone now tells anyone
I bring home about the time I 'Saw the reaper. 3. This is a couple stories of when I was alone
in a house down the street from where I live now. 1) I was home alone for the afternoon one
summer day. It was towards the end of summer, so I was being lazy and watching TV in the
living room. My parents were out somewhere and my brother was at a friends. I kept getting
paranoid a bit as I was only 15 at the time. I constantly checked out the windows and made
sure the doors were locked as I kept getting a feeling I was being watched. Then the noises
began. I kept hearing thumps in the attic and I got scared as the only way to the attic
was through my closet in my room, as it only had a cover lid for it. I sat on the couch
and tried to ignore the sounds. After awhile, it stopped, but then I started to hear talking
in the backroom of the house. The weird part is, no one was home, I put
the TV on mute, and it sounded like a male and female. So, I got up and slowly went to
the backroom to check, only to find no one there. By then, I was really scared. I ran
to the living room and curled up, sitting there in complete silence as I didn't know
what to do. It was alright for a minute until I jumped by the sound of 3 knocks on the front
door, only 5 feet from my left. I reluctantly went to check through the peek hole to find
no one at the door or down the street. I immediately called my parents after that and they arrived
a hour later 2) It was late at night in the same old house.
Me and my brother were alone for the night while my parents went out to eat. During the
night, everything went as normal, but then I noticed things moving on their own. The
washer would have it's lid open right after I closed it, the keys would move, and clothes
would go missing. Then the scariest thing happened that night. As I was going to bed,
I looked outside my doorway to see a figure that appeared to be a shadow person standing
there. I hid in my covers and ever since then, I always sleep with my door closed at night 2. So about 3 weeks ago I started having these
strange dreams, often involving little things happening in a different order than usual.
It started off pretty normal. My school bus came down my street from an abnormal direction.
For some reason this stuck with me. The dreams were kind of like an anthology. The second
dream followed the next night. The dream started the same, but this time I got on the bus.
People’s face were just blurry, and an odd middle aged man sat behind me. Which is off
seeing as how it’s a school bus. The man whispered to me, but I didn’t understand
what he said. The next night I had the same dream with a
few minor differences. This time I understood what he said. “Remember, don’t ask questions.”
I didn’t really understand what he meant by that. The next day I sat in class, I kind of fell
asleep during a lecture in my psychology class. The dream continued where it left off. The
strange man stood up, and the bus flipped. Before I woke up, he kept repeating a name.
I didn’t understand it. When I woke up my mom was calling me, I stepped out of the class,
and answered. My mother informed me that my estranged father had passed. She sent me a
link to the obituary, there was a picture of that strange man. Was it some kind of intuition,
or my mind playing tricks on me? After that the dreams stopped. I still haven’t figured
out what the last thing he said was. Guess I’ll never know. 1. My name is Valentine and I live in Windsor
Ontario, This is a horrific story that happened to me, I'm willing to share it to you. I feel
I need to get this out here it goes.. This story happened
about a decade ago. My mom was acquainted with this weird but nice guy named Michael.
They would often hangout and she introduced me to him at some point. I noticed a creepy
vibe when I was around him but as I got to know him more I never really cared. He even
got me a real dream catcher as I'm into that kind of stuff and this got me to grow much
respect towards him. However, there was this one day my mom was
at her friends house and I was home alone. Michael was driving a mini van and he pulled
up on the driveway and started honking the car horn for my mom, I went outside to tell
him that she wasn't home. He grinned at me, I mean he grinned like he was going to get
what he wanted. Well I think he did because he asked me if I wanted to go get ice cream
with him and i being that little kid that didn't know better, I said "yes". "Hop on
in bud" he said. I got in and we drove down to a place called "dairy delight". To be fair
we actually did get ice cream but the car ride after that was just ..weird. We started
driving in a direction I wasn't familiar with. "Where are we going?" I asked. his response
was "Were going to see your mom!" He said that with a dark smile on his face. That didn't
make any sense my mom was busy during this day there's no way she would of been able
to be picked up by this guy. I started feeling a pain punch my stomach, I nervously said"
Maybe we should go back to my house" and he turned back to me and glared. After glaring
at me for like 5 or 10 seconds, he said in a very dark tone “No". I noticed he was pulling over and there was
a guy standing on the road with his thumb out. Michael pulled over and told him he would
drive him to wherever he was headed. The guy got in the van and we drove off In
what felt like a hurry. For the record I was in the back seat. Michael and this guy both
smiled and looked at each other then at me. This guy was messy, wearing a stained green
shirt and cuts on his pants. The two were talking back and forth to each other about
stuff I don't even remember but they seemed to be getting along like they knew each other.
I already could tell that Michael knew this guy. he wasn't a hitchhiker . I was scarred
out of my mind, I wanted to go home. I failed to notice this earlier, but In the way back
of Michaels van there were pictures. What scared me straight was one of the pictures
was of me. It looked like me walking home from school. I finally realized what Michaels
true colours were. I started crying and screaming for someone
to help me and the two up front started laughing at me. I saw a wrench that was on the floor of Michaels
van. I quickly thought of what I had to do. I picked up the wrench and swung the van window
open and screamed for my life. The "hitchhiker" tried grabbing me but I chomped his hand
and he let out the most horrific scream. Michael slammed on the brakes and I jumped out. The
van didn't move a inch while I was running away. I was able to get help from a nearby
pedestrian and she helped me to my place where we called my mom and the cops. Turns out Michael has spent time behind bars
for what he had done to other children. My mom rushed home when she heard the news.
She was mad at me for going with him but she was very happy I was safe and cried while
holding me. Michael was found at his sketchy apartment and was arrested later that same
day. Unfortunately they never found the guy he picked up. I don't know where Michael is
today but I hope he's rotting behind bars for other reasons because no kid should have
to go through with that again.
Wow! I love this animation to the stories, it's really well done. It's like the re-enactments you see in the original Unsolved Mysteries; it really adds to the narration.
haha the first voice tho XD