What's Your True Supernatural⧸Unexplainable, Downright Creepy Story

0:00Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chamba by my side. Race to chambacacino.com. Let's Chamba. No purchase necessary, VTW Group, voidware prohibited by law, CTNCs, 21 Plus, sponsored by ChambaCacino. These creepy tales may contain disturbing slash creepy stuff, fewer discretion advised. Sirius, what's your true supernatural slash unexplainable, downright creepy story? When I was a kid, my mom and grandparents took me to see a play about Prisoner Set in an old jail that was now a tourist spot. To child me, the actors were too realistic and they started crying and we had to leave. Chatting to my mom a few years ago and apparently it wasn't a play we just went to visit the old entity jail. Slash lost my roommate and I lived in a 100 plus year old farmhouse. Many strange things happen there, but there is one story I tell the most. One day we were watching TV in the living room on the main floor.

1:01And suddenly we heard a loud crash glass breaking and felt the floor shake and a ceiling above us. We both ran upstairs and could not find one thing out of place. Slash, I don't think it's supernatural, but it was creepy. My mother died suddenly three years ago, eight days before the birth of my son. There's a picture on the wall of my house of her and he knows it's grandma. My dad is still in that house, but we have never visited partly because I have a mental hand up about going back there and partly because of the logistics. It's an overnight ferry. Dad visits us often and I will go back there soon. Anyway, my son has never seen the house and I've never shown him photos of it. He hasn't been to the village, the area or even the country. I was showing him Google Maps last week and the thing you do with your phone or tablet where if you move the device, it filled a few moves with you. So I am showing him our house, his other grandmother's house, his school, etc. and he gets it and as a play. My dad lives in rural France so the Google car hasn't done a pass of his street to my knowledge. I decide to check and it's just been done so I drop the pin and open it up. The view opens with the house over to street so I start to move it in my boy shots grandma's house.

2:02But but taken it back, I ask, how did you know that because it was? Viteru so I asked him to point at the window and say which one is the kitchen and he puts his finger on it straight away which room does tidy sleep in again the finger on it straight away. Which one is grandmars? He points to it and says it was that one. Slash slush so I went down the hole to use the bathroom and I could see the glow from the computer screen dimly lighting up the room. Then it looked like someone walked in front of it and cast a shadow on the wall. I jumped and then started laughing, jeez, you scared me. I look in and there was no one in the room. I book it out of there and avoided that bathroom for weeks. Slash I am an outdoorsman, I am very experienced in hunting, camping, hiking and general survival. I am very familiar and used to well life and I was charged but what I believe was a cryptic old dogman, it charged me and my cousin, it was not a bear, but I cannot move how it did and it was not a normal wolf as they can't comfortably run on two legs whereas were charged as seen natural at due. I can elaborate further if you wish. This happened around June or July of 2007 I believe, I was around 17 years old and more cocky then but still someone knowledgeable of the outdoors.

3:05My family used to own a cabin in NW Wisconsin, I basically grew up there in the summer, other woods well, but at night it was wise to stay in the cabin or at least by the bonfire by the beach, because of bears, wolves and cougars. One of the creepiest things was if you were having a bonfire, the tree line was visible from the fire pit and beach and at night you always felt like you were being watched from that tree line. But during the day the woods always seemed normal, not so creepy, that is until this incident. So this happened somewhere between 1200 to 1400. Here in my cousin were having an ace of battle, I was in full with Linkalmo, he was not, I retreated onto the ATV trail into the woods for a tactical advantage and I about took us about 200 meters into about a third of the way up the trail. We had enough at this point and was standing at the edge of a clearing on the trail talking and he was maybe 10 feet from me. When I decided to mess with him, I shushed him and said we were being watched, he froze, then I realized the woods were dead quiet and I got spooked and started scanning the tree line and the other edge of the clearing from left to right when I saw it. This teeth gave it away, it was panting and staring at my cousin, I don't expect you to believe me, but what I saw was a wolf as big as a black bear, at least 300 pounds,

4:08but it was normal. This wolf was on two legs crouching next to tree with its arm grasping the tree, grasping with a clawed hand, it had reddish brown fur. I told my cousin that we have to go and next thing I know he is sprinting and I looked back at Wolfie who had locked on and sprinted a few steps on two feet and then I turned and ran when it looked like Wolfie was dropping to all falls. It charged us and sounded right on our asses barreling through the brush, but for whatever reason let us go when we broke out of the tree line and headed for the cabin. What stuck with me the most was the sheer size, Wolfie appeared to be nearly 7th hole when upright and that where it should have had front paws appeared to have large clawed hands. Now I'm not sure how to explain it away rationally, I have heard wolves will occasionally kind of walk upright but as far as I know they can sprint on two legs, nor do wolves get that big and black bears more waddle on two legs. The closest description is silly or well for dogman. Slash slush my family moved to the standard upscale suburban home after roughing it for a couple of years to save up. We also got a deal in the home because it was a model home before it was Ayers, like had all the fake furniture to show off the neighborhood homes. Anyways, it had this loft area with two stairwells that go up to it, one in the front and

5:10one in the back. You could pretty much hear everything from this loft since it was so open. One day my two best friends, Guy and a girl, are hanging out in the loft. We were in H.S. and they were horny and always all over each other, whether I was in the room or not. We were watching TV and I get up to take a piss. When I left, they were all up on each other. When I came back, they were on different dens of the couch. I just said they had gotten into a fight, so I asked what was up. Your little sister is home, the dude says. My face turned cheap white. What's wrong? The girl asked. I asked them what made them think that. This ed they heard her. I'm sort of freaking out at this point. No one's here, I say. We checked the house and I'm right. Well, it turns out that before it was a model home, a family lived there in a little girl had been playing in the loft but had climbed and the railing and fell to her death below. My two best friends swear to this day that they heard what they thought was my sister alive and run up the stairs, hitting her hands on each step like she was running up on all fours. I never had any encounters other than the fact that right next to where she landed was

6:11the house essential in to come. We had an intercom system in every room that you could play music through or a talk to each other. Every so often at night at the same time you'd wake up to the intercom button being pressed and just the blank sound of static air was like someone was holding down the button but no one was speaking. My room was in the third floor and I'd have to walk down to the bottom to the main unit and tone it off there. I always thought I'd see her. Slash flash, I was maybe five years old and we were visiting my grandparents. I was sleeping in this spare bedroom alone on this big brass bed. There was a pull-out bed that was usually stored under it but it was pulled out and set up for my brother. In the opposite corner there was a small closet. In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of hinges creaking. I thought it might have been the springs in the pull-out bed but my brother was our call and not moving. I looked over to the closet and saw it was slowly cracking open. Then the little man poked his head out. It was a bit too big for his body with big eyes. I couldn't see him clearly because the room was dark but I could see his eyes and they they looked right at me. He then shuffled forward and I remembered the sound of that shuffling. He stopped after a foot or two looked at me again, coached down, then shuffled forward

7:14a few more feet. When he was a couple yards from the bed he dived under the rollerway bed. I heard him moving through the metal and springs and then felt as he moved under my bed. Then it was quiet. I couldn't breathe when I saw the second little man step out of the closet. He did the same thing. Look at me, move forward, look at me, dive under the beds. I was frightened and didn't know if I should try to run or scream. I ended up screaming when the third man showed up. He rushed back into the closet before my mother could come into the room. She turned on the light, checked the bed and the closet and found nothing. As an adult I knew I must have been hallucinating, dreaming while my eyes were open. It happened a few more times in my youth but with different dreams, but this one stuck with me. There's little men marching across the room looking at me with their big dark eyes will never be forgotten. Last year I was staying in a hotel with my mom. One of the nights as I was laying in bed I noticed a human silhouette maybe two meters away from me. I figured it was just a shadow so I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I turned the light on and obviously it disappeared, but when I shut off the lights again it came back.

8:15I tried to convince myself that it was just a shadow, but trust me when I say there was nothing in that room that could have made a shadow like that. I looked around the room several times. It also occurred to me that the shadow weren't there the previous nights and nothing had been moved around. It looked just like a human silhouette. I never believed in ghosts, but right then and there I was terrified. I was too scared to look at it so I turned around and eventually fell asleep. I told my mom about it the next morning and she just shrugged it off. She said I was just imagining things. Fair enough. That shadow went there the next night. Calloretic here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah. It's even better with Chumba by my side. Race to ChumbaCasino.com. Let's Chumba. Don't purchase necessary. VTW Group. Void we're prohibited by mom. CTNCs. 21 Plus. Sponsored by Chumba Casino. Or the next. A few days after we had gotten back home my mom was doing something in the kitchen and I was just sitting there studying. Without turning around, my mom said do you remember the shadow of a person you saw at the hotel? I said yeah. I saw it too.

9:16My blood turned to fucking ice. Mom didn't want to admit that she also saw it. I thought that she was sleeping because she didn't want to freak me out and convince that if ghosts exist I saw one at night. My mom thinks it was the ghost of her best friend who had committed suicide just a few days prior. Mom had spent eyes earlier that even writing her a long letter for some kind of closure. Maybe your best friend also wanted to say goodbye when I was about to have her family moved into a new house. Neutral us. Actually quite old. It was in our same village but done it differently in part of it used to be a bundle below so my room and my sister's room were on the ground floor, down a long hallway. All of the ground floor had walnut flooring and there was a potion rug outside the door to my room to avoid cold tozes in the morning and every night, around 11 or so. I would hear if it zipped walking it to fairly slow pace right down the hall. From the end, guess sweet up pass our room and away down the hall to the living room. I was always in bed when I heard them and so was everyone else. You know how you can tell who a family member is by the way the walk up the stairs or open a specific door. I knew it wasn't anyone in my family plus. It was the sound of outdoors she was clocking on the wood and everyone in my family wore slippers inside the house. I would hear the footsteps start, fairly loud in the wooden floor. Way down the hall, come come up pass my sister's room and then there would be a pause.

10:18While whatever it was walked over the rub you could hear the gap in the footsteps. But three seconds then they would start again on the other side of the rug and fade out as they walked down the hall away to the living room then they would come back. Same footsteps, break across the rug, resumed on the other side. I don't remember ever feeling scared but I never ever went out to see what it was. I would fall asleep to the sound. It would go on for a really long time. It stopped about three or four weeks after we moved in and I never heard it again. I didn't really think about it much after it stopped but I've never forgotten it and as an adult it makes me shiver to remember it. Slash slash em home alone one day. It wasn't dark or spooky or raining or anything. It was the middle of the day and they had just got home from work now. I shit with the door open when I'm home alone since we're the fuck not undoing my business and browsing red it as per tradition when I hear my laundry room door open and slam closed. Odd, it's only 2pm and my parents don't get home from work until at least four. My sister was a school but maybe she left early. I yell hello and reach over and close the door so that whoever it is home doesn't have to see me shitting. I hear some footsteps walk into the living room then dust stop. I yell again but no response my dad listens to audio because a lot on his phone so I figured he walked in with their bits and and didn't hear me. I finished my business up and walk out to see who was home and no one was there.

11:21I kept yelling around the house but there was no answer. I walked aside and it was just my car in the driveway. I started to panic a little bit since my laundry room door was quite heavy and it very loud when it closes so there was no way I must have heard something. I searched a whole house. I kept outside in the patio, side yard, etc. Nothing, no one was there. I then got this huge feeling of fear and bold back inside and just sat on the living room catch waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. No noises. No sounds. No doors opening. Nothing. I eventually got up and went back to my room and never heard anything again. It would have scared the shit out of me and I not taken care of that problem before and to be honest I have tons of these and continue to get more stores pretty much wherever I go. But I have two that stand out. My siblings and I were on our couch watching TV while our parents were working pretty much what happened. It was a loud slam and when we looked over all the hallway doors were slamming shut mad themselves one by one leading up to the room where we were. We would run outside and back inside only have the doors open by themselves and slam back shut three more times, probably my earliest one. I know of is that when I was little I had a room upstairs and would wake up to the lights flickering on and off only to look over at the light switch and have no one be there and go back to sleep. Well one night I was confident to catch my siblings messing with me and raised down there to see

12:24the lights switch moving by itself and stop around the time I got there as I stopped to see where they were when I saw a black mass move across the room and it knocked at the door. I went to open the door and I've really thinking since I was little I have my hand on the door and decided to look at the window first only to see a top pitch black figure standing there. It was nighttime and this looked like a void. I ran upstairs and legit was staying my room when the lights would flicker over the years I would see more and continue to see more and shadow people as they are called at a normal occurrence for me. Slesosh we borrowed a van and loaded everything up for the last trip just before we left they checked my watch and called my GF that we would be hitting the road scene. My brother checked a kitchen clock but only told me later he did. We set out but couldn't do more than 80km slash h because of the load. Then we took the off ramp of my new city my brother told me he couldn't remember the trip. When I thought about it neither could I we both thought we were tired and thought nothing of it. However when we arrived at my new house my GF fast if I broke the speed limit because we were almost an hour early when reducing the route my brother and I both agreed that we can remember passing a certain gas station and nothing thereafter until the off ramp to this day we have no clue what happened during that hour we're missing or how we could have travelled at fast not with any car or van at least.

13:25Now at the beginning I rode we both independent they checked for time this is important for us because one time source could have been rumored not both. Also I called before we left which limits the time we could use to travel since then we have never experienced any weirdness like it or otherwise. I don't have any weird memories or dreams no pieces of metal lost under my skin etc just an I rode lost. Last slash when I was in high school my uncle would throw me a couple box to help babysit his kids with my aunt. They live in a two story house by the water the kids were above three and six respectively. One day I was sitting in the den on my phone when I started to hear a baby crying thinking it was the three year old I had it to the bottom of the stairs to check and see if my aunt was up the dealing with it they called for her a couple times with no response the baby kept crying I called for her one more time and when I got no response I started walking up the stairs then I heard my cousins and I'm playing outside. Older has on my body stood up and I literally felt a chill run down my spine I quietly turned around. What done the stairs? God in my car and drove away the baby was still crying when I closed the door behind me. A few years later I was drunk at a family party and told my uncle the store he told me that he and his wife used to hear the baby too and apparently the previous owners of the kid die of sits in the room upstairs.

14:26Tzuber Catholic ended up mass said for the baby. He said after that it never happened again it still gives me the willies when I talk about it though slas lot alone. During the day it's a small house several minutes walk to the closest neighbor and more. Less surrounded by woods I'd heard something coming down the driveway like tyres crunching in the gravel but much slower wind out in a potch to investigate and saw an old fashioned covered wagon being pulled down the driveway for some reason. This filled me with dread and I ran back inside to lock all the doors. Once that was done I walked down the staircase into the basement where I knew I could see him from the window building into the door. The wagon stopped moving once I was watching and the man climbed down from the seat and stood in front of it. He was dressed in a black suit with a black top hat and he was looking right at me through the window glass. Once he was sure that I saw him he walked to the back of the wagon and pulled off the cover. There were people handing from the supports at the top of the wagon, feet dangling, row around the next they looked dead. But the man in the top hat did something and their heads started inflating it got to the point where it looked almost cartoonish eyes bulzing out, red faces, works. He kept looking at me while he did it and I just knew he was going to do the same thing to me, woke up absolutely terrified and to make things a thousand times worse, a power was at.

15:26Meaning it took me a ridiculous amount of time to make my way into my parents' room on camp out on their floor. Here's a creepy bit, I never told anyone about this particular dream because it was so fucking weird, maybe two years ago. My family and I got into conversation about the freakiest dreams we'd had. I figured what the hell, it's been ten years. I can probably bring it up without hyperventilating so I start telling the story, leaving out a lot of details for brevity's second when I get to the part about the wagon coming down the driveway. The figure's history gets the weirdest look on her face and says was the man wearing a top hat, we quizzed each other and we remembered most of the details in the same way. I can't quite figure out how we both had the same dream though I think a likely explanation might be that one of us told the other about the dream and then forgot then the other body just constructed their own memory of it but I distinctly remember not telling anyone about it because I thought it was too weird to share. I still did it freaked out when I think about it and to date, it's probably this during this dream I've had. Slush alright, so I grew up in a really small town and recently it's gotten some famous being haunted. One of those discovery ghost shows filmed an episode here so people got interested. Now, before my town gained a reputation for having ghosts one night my mom and I were taking a stroll down the main street at night, which we do a lot in the summer.

16:28I was about 14 at the time. As we were walking she stops in front of a furniture store that's in a pretty dan old building actually most of main street is, as closed. We looked through the windows, just seen the merchandise they have, talking then I turned to my mom and tell her we need to leave now she acts why, I say we need to go if she protests against and she is enjoying herself. I then tell her that there's something bad in the store, it was a bad place, and we needed to go so we left the thing is I don't remember having the conversation at all. I don't remember looking in the furniture store, I do remember going on walks with my mom plenty of times but I don't ever remember being creeped out on any of them. The only reason I know this even happened was because my mom told me this story years later asking if I remember doing that. So big deal right, 14 year old say don't stuff all the time but here's why it bothers me, my mom is friends with one of the ladies who works from a town. I don't know what the position is called, basically she organizes talent activities and helps out with my town's historical stuff anyways, apparently for whatever reason she gave it to her if it turned to a film crew that had a psychic with them now. I don't know about y'all but I think the whole psychic message check is BS, but apparently once they got to the furniture store the psychic refused to go inside, there was a lot

17:28of evil that wanted to harm people in there so they moved on to other buildings so yet when my mom's friend told her the story my mom told. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing, another checkered flag for the books, time to celebrate with Jamba. Jump in at JambaCasino.com, let's Jamba. No purchase necessary, BTW Group, void were prohibited by mom, CTNC, 21 plus sponsored by JambaCasino. Well about the time when I was 14, they and pretty much most people in my town believed that the furniture store, along with a lot of other buildings, I haunted but yeah, sorry if that wasn't scary enough, it's the only thing to happen to me to truly insettles me, slasush my aunt's house is haunted, she moved that when my cousin was about to, she knew it was haunted instantly, but stayed because the ghosts were not malicious, my cousin. Now about 30, crew up there knowing it was haunted, as well as my two younger cousins, they talked about it so nonstop like it was just part of their daily routine, I'm way into spooky stuff so here in this time and again at family functions, I asked to spend the night specifically to listen for the ghosts, here is exactly what happened at night that was strange, my cousin, my aunt and my aunt's friend are watching carry, it's winter time and all week their fireplace was not working, my cousin says out loud when

18:29is this movie going to get scary. Just then the glass patio door in the kitchen opens, after the movie we go to the hot tub because we were cold, after a while in there, we come back inside and the fireplace is blasting full heat out of it, my aunt laughs it off as the ghost messing with us, they play pranks like this a lot apparently, after everyone is asleep, I'm on couch and my cousin is on floor next to me, I hear from the basement footsteps, coming up the stairs, the basement door is visible from where I'm laying, I hear the steps come all the way up the stairs and stop on the top, I'm terrified and expect someone to come out the door, but nothing, a moment passes and the steps go back downstairs, this stops to repeat, up and down the stairs, I wake up my cousin terrified, I say listen, listen, it's last crystal cleared, a person walking up and down the stairs right there, she looks at me and is like, dude, that happens every night, go back to sleep, it went on for about 30 minutes, up and down the stairs, I was modified, I have more stores from my aunt but that was one of the experiences I had, I have also on other occasions that have seen lights turn on and I often have more footsteps, she thinks it's children, they live across the street from a school that also had people report strange activities, slush I was invited to sleep over at, my friend's

19:29house when I was 9 or 10, was in a crummy crime ridden part of 10, and I was already apprehensive about the whole thing, turns out my friend planned for us to sleep in tents outside in the backyard, we go to sleep and I unexpectedly wake up in the middle of the night, all my friends are gone from the tent, freezing cold and absolutely terrified, I look around the yard and eventually enter the house, none of that also locked and for the life of me I can't find a living cell, I'm practically all alone and scared shitless in my pajamas, I find a phone and call my mom about 15 minutes later, she picks me up and takes me home, later I found out that my friends have moved to a different tent in the yard without telling me, in my panic during the night, I thought they had all disappeared, not really supernatural, but in the moment it was the most horrifying, inexplicable thing I ever had the displeasure to experience in my childhood, slush, lush growing up, my grandparents hit the spake, Cree German Shepherd cold maxed, he was a super sweet dog, but my grandparents kept him chained up in the yard and I can't recall any one ever interacting with him except us kids when we stayed at our grandparents, I remember bringing leftovers to max and leaving them in his bowl, my sister and cousins remember this as well, eventually, my family moved a couple eyes from my grandparents and we saw less and less of max, he was an old dog to begin with, but I recall he started

20:30developing tumors around his neck then one day he was gone, I brought up max to my dad years later as a teenager, wondering what exactly, he died of, we had a dog that had died recently, and his tumors reminded me of the one max had, my dad seemed real confused that I knew who max was, he said max had died of cancer, but he was my dad's first dog, which I was confused by, since he mentioned a dog named Boots when he was a kid, he said the boot was the dog his parents bought to replace max, he died when he was nine, I was sure he had got mixed up, I almost remember the dog, tears where the story gets weird, my cousins and my sister all remember this dog, I could swear he was dead by then, but even my youngest cousins remember max, tears where it gets fucking insane, where max was chained up was a concrete platform, when we thought, he died, my grandparents put a tool shed there, further lending to the confusion, there are pictures of me and my cousins near my age, and the oldest grandchild, but my youngest cousins are 12 years younger, playing with the shed in the background, the fact that my cousins remember the dog makes no sense on their basis alone, it's not the insane part about that shed, though when I was a teenager, probably 18 on and 18, I helped my dad and my uncles tear down the shed and the concrete platform right on the edge, was a child's handprint with my dad's name written underneath,

21:32and a big German Shepherd size pulpit underneath the pulpit, in the same handwriting, was the name max to this day, none of us know why all of us remember this dog, I was born in the late eighties, this dog died in 1969, slaseless, the year I started high school, my parents moved us into a new house and the place was crazy haunted, I have been suffering from insomnia since I was about 14, and often now it would be up in the middle of the night until someone running up and down the hallway, occasionally the running would be accompanied by giggling in the sands of hands, hitting the hallway walls, if I was at home alone cleaning, I would frequently hear what sounded like a small child, it should be noted I did have five siblings but on these occasions I would be home alone, giggling or talking faintly nearby, my parents bedroom was always cold, and there would be sands of someone typing on the computer keyboard when no one was nearby to several times, I would come into my room, and since I was the first one home from skill I knew my siblings hadn't been in there, and my mom never would have accepted to try to read my journal, and find my stuff moved around and played with, as in a porcelain doll my grandmother gave me would be in some random spot in the room, and there would be little doll footprints in the carpet like someone had been playing with the damp thing, I did some digging later, lettle girl was once murdered in the land that the home stood on, before there was a home there, I have a ton of stories about

22:34the dumb house, if anyone wants to hear them slash slash I grew up in the pine balance, I love living in the woods, and self-jersey is just about no predators so I never felt and safe walking around the neighborhood at 2am or so, well one night when I was 19 I left my friends place about 2.30 am walking home and I hear the most and bodily sound I have ever heard in their life, in the split second your mind tries to rationalize, first I thought it was a cat being run over then by 6 seconds, although it was a woman screaming that it sounded like a raw slash shriek, this is all in the second and a half it takes me to take a hell sound, now let me be clear, I have lived in those was all my life, I know what foxes sound, what skunks fighting sound like, it was like nothing I have ever heard, I have never felt primal feel like I did after hearing the sound I ran harder and faster than I ever had in my life, when I got to the front door I was already mentally prepared to smash the small glass pane in order to open the door, if I sister had locked it, she didn't and there was nothing interesting after the point, a few other weird things happened to run the same time span but nothing like that slash I lost a lot of time, one's, it's one of a few very creepy things to happen to me, but this one really got to me, still does, it only happened a few months ago, I went for a walk with my mother on a local path around the fairly large hill, a regular pastime of ours, we walked the two miles from the

23:38car to the hill before beginning out, I sent a reach to the loop, which is only about half a mile in sucking the peak, we're from the area and I've always known that people have become wildly lost up here, even though the path is the only one around the health at sort of very specific knowledge, if you go 10 miles away no one will know about it, we had been dozens of times before, with the dogs usually, but today it was just my mom and I, we had never been lost before, so we've been walking for, I don't know how long when I noticed something out of the sun was in the same place to assess it had been forever long, we'd been walking on a circular path, it should have appeared to move as we changed direction, we should also have been reaching a point where you had to down the hill, but our path was completely level, I was told to use the sun and other natural signs to navigate as I spent a lot of time just my wandering, whether on houseback or on foot, I realised that I had no recollection of the part of the path and had been walking along in silence far, well here's the weird bit, up came my phone and it showed me the time 1437, I had absolutely no signal even though it's usually spot on up there, we had set off at 11 in the morning and all the hairs on my body stood up, this was a short walk, and I earned a half at most from leaving the car to getting back to it, the sun should have been above us, but it was set off at where I would have set rear cock for the time of year, I remember the time because when I turned to ask my mom what time she had,

24:41she looked straight through me like it wasn't her and remained like that for a whole three minutes she was just serenough into the space where I had been to her left at 1440s, she suddenly came to life, I'd had moved away to nervous to remain under her gaze like that after about a minute of saying mom and nudging her rigid shoulder in a building child like panic, I was tiny, I was sat down and locked just off the path, getting pretty bloody freaked out, mom danced around and said in a hollow, weird voice, I think the foes might have us, we need to keep walking. I scrambled up a bell and to match her determined stride on this unfamiliar path, why fairers, mom, why say that, I was raised to see them as little cutesy people with wings, you see, me, they are straight out of nightmares because my mother's upbringing said that's what they are about to confuse and trek, what time does her watch say, mom, she always wears a battery operated analog watch, and she lifted her wrist quarter to three, she put her wrist down and lifted it again to check, that's not right, is it, I just shook my head, alright, keep walking, so we did, we trudged on through this and familiar wouldn't for what I would have said felt like at most half an hour, it never turned a corner, or changed elevation, I knew we were in bother when my stalwart never frightened of anything other began to get nervous, so in response to her nerves, she becomes pissed off, she steeled herself,

25:44lifted this proud, all seeing Jitsy as to the creepy atmosphere and spoke as she would to a lurking person, who's towing with us? Put us back, there was what I can only describe as a burst of deep laughter from the path behind us and respawn around to face it, we were at the top of the hill that lead to the gate out of there, it's at the fork where you can go left or right, neither of which I remember choosing, even though we always make a discussion of it, we made out, way down the slope and out of the was as calmly as possible and got back to the car, which was parked next to an ancient church and cemetery, the time in the car, 17, 12, we should have got back to the car no later than maybe caught up to one if the walk had gone normally, or just after four when our watch and phone said we were approaching three, we lost nearly five hours, I've had a lot of creepy things happen to me, but this is about one of the worst, I wasn't alone, it was the middle of the day on a usually familiar path where did those eyes go, where was that path so many unanswerable questions I even went up her alone once, to see if I could experience it again, but nothing happened, slash slash growing at our house was very haunted and even though it's not as active today, I still get creeps sometimes when I go home to visit, a few years before I was born, my great grandmother died in what would become my bedroom, her sitting slash TV room, and my parents and I both remember walking into

26:47that room and very clearly smelling rose-cended perfume, like somebody had dumped a bottle of it in the carpet, according to my parents it was the same kind she wore almost daily up until she died, I've seen apparitions in the house as a child slash teenager, my grandfather died when my mom was three, so I'd never met the man, but I remember being in the kitchen one day and seeing a man in a brown suit with a skinny black tie stand in the entryway and look at me, then vanish, I recognized him immediately from family frutas, it was my grandfather, I've seen blue light slash-obs during the day in different rooms, felt cold spots, been touched by invisible hands, hard first-ept when I was home alone, and even at drawers slash cup it's opened spontaneously in front of me, nothing was every scary pussy, but a lot happened that was certainly a nerving over the years, I've lived in two houses that were almost certainly haunted incident, that scared me the most happened in the house I lived in just a few years ago, I had gone up in a house that was renowned for activity and the thought of ghosts doesn't really scare me, after all, they are only people, right to this house at a history of strange occurrences, lights that turned off and unbuttoned cells, footsteps and voices that couldn't be explained, extremely rural and no nib is close by, buying sounds from the basement and most discursotally the

27:48sensation of being poked, either during the night while sleeping or whenever you were in the basement, but all of it seemed benign, so whatever, I was interested in communicating with whatever was there and had gathered a couple of interesting EVP, I really wanted to set up a video camera, but didn't have the money to invest, instead, I got a digital voice recorder and reason that I would record the activity on it until I could afford what I wanted, I decided to set it up to record overnight, now there are two things that are important to the story, bear it with me, this is important, the first is that this house was built as a one room house originally, over the years they added a kitchen, bedroom and full bathroom, laundry room and then in addition containing a second bedroom, half bath and new kitchen, the old kitchen became a formal dining room, the point being that the house was built up has a thee and sound does not carry from one end to the other, the second point is that I have an alarm clock with a build and spa sound machine that I used on the rain feature, and since I'm a little hard of hearing, the rain is always cranked up to maximum volume, so I tapped my elderly dog into a kennel that night and set up the recorder just between the dining room and laundry room, I thee, as far across the house from our bedroom as possible, I took the two younger dogs and cat into the bedroom with my husband and I and we went to bed the next day, I began to listen to every minute

28:48of the recording, hoping there would be some form of communication, it took a couple of days, the recording starts with loud cluttering as I place it on the table, then I can be out walking away and from the laundry room telling my dog, goodnight, bonita. Then I pass by again and can be heard moving away, my husband and I can be heard, but not well enough to tell what we're saying, talking for a couple of minutes, then the sound of the rain machine sounding like a waterfall, after a few seconds, the sound becomes a muted roaring sound, as we shut our bedroom door, the time stamp showed around 10-15pm, and then there is nothing but the muted sound of the rain, until about 2 a.m. then you hear the sounds of the dog, nails clicking on the hard floor of her kennel sounds like her scratching against the floor, whimpering, panting, more clicking, this goes on for about 5 minutes, then her whimpering grows more distressed, her panting becomes panicked, as if she is half-preventilating, then she stops, it's quiet for a moment, then a small bog, it's a sound I recognize, because she does it every morning as I walk through the kitchen to make the coffee, it's her hey, you're up, let me out, bark. I check the time stamp, 2 at 1 a.m. and then I hear it, in a stage whisper, frighteningly close to the recorder, Anita. The dog yelps and begins to scream, and almost drowns out the giggle, the giggle is the

29:50same voice that whispered my dog's name, my voice, I'm waiting for husband, when he gets home, I played a recording for him, he shrugs, so he fussed at the dog. I didn't get up that night, ok, well you know his leap-work, that's all it was. I shook my head, no. Listen to it from the beginning, the bedroom door never opens. My husband took the recorder down into the basement, I assume that he listened to the helping from the beginning, there was more after the first whisper, the dog's name was whisper-shouted several more times, each time the dog would panic in the voice would giggle after about 20 minutes, it stopped in the dog eventually quieted, and I assume on back to sleep I listened to the tape all the way through, just to be sure, at no time can you hear a change in the muted sound of the rain machine until we get up at 6am which means that our bedroom door never opened, which means that whatever was on the recording was not me, but was pretending to be, I got rid of the recorder, I didn't want to ever hear it again, scared me worse than anything else at the point, I never tried to record anything else in the task, I pretended that it never happened and I never heard anything else that sounded like me, slasash when I was little, around 3 years old, I would have dreams of another little girl who lived on my bookshelf, she had short tearpool decide

30:52with the parrot, she wore a simple dress and shoes with buckles on them, she always appeared as a yellow translucent person, we were friends and I would sit on the floor, and she would sit on the top of the bookshelf, and looked done at me, we always had fun, but when she got mad she could tap me, that would tickle like being tickled badly by a friend who you wanted to stop, I would yell at her and run away fast forward 20 years, while on vacation with my parents we were talking about old dreams and memories when the tickle girl was brought up, I reminisce about the dreams with her, and my parents faces went funny, when I asked what was wrong they said, honey, those weren't dreams. He used to sit and talk to you books off all the time, we would hear you laughing in the other room, other times we would hear you get so mad that you would yell, but you were the only one in the room, gives me chills to this day, slasash when I was about 7 or 8 I used to have sleep over at my grandmas a lot, my aunt is only a few years old than me so it worked out great, anyway one of the times I was in bed and it was about 3 in the morning and both my auntes were asleep, so I rolled over to look at their toy horses and I swore to God they were moving, I could see their black silhouette galloping across the desk, so doing the logical thing I went back to sleep ignoring, thinking it was my

31:55imagination, then about a year ago my aunt described the exact same thing happened to her, turns out many people have had weird experiences with this house, examples include an ex of my uncle seeing a strange man in the corner of the room and at the bottom of the stairs, TV randomly turning on and off, things being moved, the warder of door would get randomly stepped to a point where a full grown man couldn't open it and then swing open for no reason, new bulbs round and bursting that is likely an electrical issue, shadows in the room when curtains are closed and no one is making them, also round and bang and footsteps is a common noise in the house even if no one is upstairs, not next door is she is a frail old woman who can barely get up the stairs and the footsteps are like heavy man's footsteps, slash slash my dad and by extension our family was tormented by ghost slash demon slash whatever you want to call it, first a little backstory, story, I was young at the time and remember very little of the actual supernatural stuff but my dad has recounted events of it to me before, it started when my dad was trying to get his life together, my dad had done a lot of things in his past drug wise and had been around a bad crowd but he have left them and

32:56wanted to be good out to his kids, he didn't quit cold turkey so he still drank him was usually out of the house drinking, on one occasion he was up drinking and he tells me that he vividly remember seeing a black smoke come out of his canot slowly rose until it had taken a devilish form and it cackled and laugh saying that he was going to die, and my dad dropped that can the apparition disappeared, he was terrified and decided to go home thinking he was drunk, this wouldn't be the last time something like this would happen however, fast forward to some time later, I don't remember how much time he told me have passed, my dad was watching over me and my brothers one night while my mom was away on some errand, at that point my dad drunk less, he was working more on me at a relatively okay life, my dad was making sure that me and my brothers were taking our baths before getting ready for bed, I could do this myself so my dad focused more on my brothers, I remember watching TV when my dad came running through the living room in boxes and a white shirt I'm running outside, what happened was that my dad was in my brothers' bedroom and had just finished drying them off when the room has started to go black, he saw smoke filled the room that eventually turned into black nothingness, he felt weird and noticed

33:59that the skin on his arms began to move, he looked at his arms and it looked like there was something under his skin moving and crawling in every direction, then he heard a voice that started out as a whisper that told him in a taunt in slash manacing voice scratch your arms, he then fell to force grab him from behind making it unable for him to run, two to him having hung out with a tough crowd he began to cuss at it and call whatever it was a coward eventually breaking free and proceeding to run outside and get the neighbor to help him, only after escaping did he realize the implications of what had happened and the fact that we were still inside, at that time my mom was back from her errand and they both went in to find us okay in the room back to normal, over the course of months the dark smoke would continue to creep up on my dad wherever I'm whenever it could, it was a stressful time for us, I personally only witnessed the outside effects of what my dad was going through but it all stopped when we looked for help, my dad has more things he experienced as a kid and there's a bit more to the story but they're just details and this is the main thing that I always remember, Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing, victory lane, yeah it's even better with Chumba by my side, race to chumbacasino.com, let's Chumba, don't purchase necessary, VTW Group,

35:04voidware prohibited by law, CTNCs, 21 plus sponsored by Chumba Casino, I live in what does this mean, it's very common to see lobs to men and very rare to see anybody on your property, also cold plus snow, anyway I was over at a friend's house participating in a party and a bunch of us guys were gonna sleep over, I know unimaginable, right? Songs like the plot to a cheap horror movie, we had just gone to bed at 330 in the morning on his pull-out couch in a living room, I just started going to sleep when I noticed a figure standing on the other side of the door, standing on the porch, I think nothing of it, probably a weird shadow from the trees, of course there was a winter storm going on outside so the wind is blowing hard, that's when I noticed that this particular shadow isn't moving with the tree's shadow, it's still standing in the doors, staring through the window at us, this is when I call it up to the others who were kinda not really asleep, we were so freak out that one grabs a BB gun, the other grabs a baseball bat and I grab a fucking handheld spotlight, there was four of us but the host had fallen asleep, I shined the spotlight through the door

36:05and there is nothing there, we once again reach the conclusion that it could be a weird shadow, that is when we start to notice the little details, staring at this figure, they looked like they had just come off a lobster butt in a heavy rainstorm, they had the lobster hat and the weird little way the jacket felt old is that it was someone dress up like a lobster man, like I said earlier extremely common, the part that was freaky was the way the hat kind of sagged down around the head almost unnaturally, me when I say that a hat is old when it sags like that, at this point we're thinking it's Sunday playing a prank on us, so being the main boys we were we decided to beat the ever-living shit out of this person, I shined the light to blind them as the other two advanced, they reached the door and realized there isn't anyone around the door so we once again conclude that it was a shadow from a tree, they decided to go back to bed, I'm not entirely convinced and watched that damn thing until 5am when it just finishes into thin air after the light came up, my foolish is thinking that I'm safe and I fall asleep, I wake up two and a half hours later to see the host's mother struggling with the trash, being a good kid I was I offered to take it out for her because no one was up, as I

37:09opened the door to go outside that is when I see footprints in this no-facing door, I could see the footprints start at the edge of the porch up the stairs and stand right at the door, the footprints then look kind of like the person was pivoting on their right foot to get behind a wall to escape being seen a couple of times, they then lead up to the other edge of the porch with about a 15 foot drop and disappear, there is nothing on the other side of the edge and nothing in the couple feet of snow below, and while yes I did it first think snowver of Scott caught on ice to make the footprints I then realized that there were clear boot prints which I didn't all, the scary part is that the tread matches rain boots which go with a hat and jacket, this was one of my most fearful moments ever, it still makes me shiver just typing about it, the worst part about this story is people don't really believe me, but when you live in main, weird haunty stuff happens all the time, I live in a town where the founder was cursed by a witchduff her forever dancing on his grey and taps thinks there are ghosts in the fort across the river, supernatural stuff is kind of normal, would this freak me out? when I was little I used to exceeding the paranoid to the point where I would bathe with the door

38:09open, I personally blame it on my brother who loved to freak me out, he would constantly bullshit 10 year old me with stores about dreaming of people at the window looking in, I know now that most of this was fake but at the time, I didn't, I was bathing with the door open per usual, soaking up the warmth around me and enjoying myself, what happened next I don't expect the majority of you to believe, maybe I was getting tired or something, but as I looked out into the whole way that my bathroom lead out into, I shit you not I saw grace in white figure hot will pass the door, naturally I started crying and when my parents called up to see what was wrong I told them what happened and that I wasn't leaving until one of them got me, cut to five years later, I'm living a normal life, nothing weird has happened since then, safe for the onset of some very mild clinical depression, I'm staying at my friend's summer home in Palm Springs for a night, I dose a surprisingly quick for sleeping on a fruit on and that's when I have that dream, I wake up in my own bed at home except everything is off, the only way I can describe it as the dark blue light filling the room having its own viscosity, it's like it was coating the room as opposed to filling it, then things get weird, I see from the hallway that my room is connected,

39:12a grayish figure hobble into my room, like heat or gangly doesn't even begin to describe this thing, it looked like someone with the build of a basketball player had been starved to death, brought back and starved again, I couldn't see its face from where I was and frankly I didn't want to, it waddled its way over to my bookshelf opposite of where I was facing and just sort of crawled up it and gone there, it looked down at me and asked me with a voice that sounded more like it was coming from across the street than across a room, what are you doing? The voice was concerned and at the time I didn't think about responding, I'm used to just view my dreams as opposed to taking part in them, for some reason I didn't feel scared and it proceeded to tell me its job was to watch me, I opened my eyes and saw it was about 4am, I was relieved to be back in my friends bed and clung to the pillow because it was nice to feel something soft in my arms after that, only now have I connected the possibility that that thing was the same as the one I saw when I was little, it doesn't end there, I'm not a very superstitious person so I'm sure you all can understand how confused and worried I was by this, I had to chat with one of my friends who was more educated and occult about it and they couldn't give me an answer, but did offer to perform a banishment ritual

40:16which I politely refused, a few days later I was drifting off to sleep when I heard what I can only describe as either trilling or really weird laughter, think turkey noises, I immediately recognised the far off voice but again did nothing, I felt myself being grabbed by the upper arms and lifted up but being dropped onto my bed, I then felt it happen again but this time I was dropped onto the floor, I assumed I was dreaming and went back to sleep, I woke up the next morning next to my bed in the hardwood, I hadn't sleep walked in about 3 years, but assumed it was that, I went into the restroom to freshen up for the day and found red marks around my shoulder areas where I remembered being picked up by, I don't claim this story to be 100% proof-goss surreal, all this could easily be me just having some strange dreams but they didn't make it any less scary to go through, slash slash I worked at a hotel and while I've seen a lot of weird creepy stuffy the first thing I saw will always stick with me, it was 3.30am, being the night auditor, part of my duties is setting up the coffee bar for early departures so that the day started on the right foot, the coffee bar is to the right of the desk and about 50 feet from the coffee bar

41:19is the breakfast buffet and the kitchen, it's so early that neither of these of staff right now and it's totally dark over there, first thing I tend to do is go in the cabinets under the breakfast buffet to get the tea box for the coffee bar, the buffet directly faces the kitchen so the kitchen stuff can stalk it faster and greet guests, so there I am checking these cabinets when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, I look up into the kitchen and I stop in my tracks, there's someone back there in the dark watching me, he's got to be six and a half feet tall wearing a heavy olive coat, his torso is dimly lit in the doorway of the employee hallway, he's staring at me as I'm staring at him, and then he lifted both his legs at the knees and folded out the door, it didn't click that I could be looking at a ghost, I took off to run to search the employee areas for this mischievous guest, I've dealt with a lot of shit like this and I'm not going to tolerate it tonight, I'm going to find this fucker and boot his ass to the cope, except I never find anything, no one, nothing, it takes me several long minutes to admit that it could be a ghost, when it finally clicked with me I realized how many of the weird things

42:22I've seen and heard here, disembodied voices, slamming on the back door when no one's there, footsteps on the fifth floor, since then I've also seen two other ghosts right here in the lobby, and what I've found is that it never feels scary at the time to bring just refuses to accept that it could be a ghost, it must be a guest who couldn't sleep, slaseless back in about 2002, I was about 21, I was in the Marines in station in North Carolina, we lived in two man barracks rooms kind of like college dorms, my roommate left for the weekend to visit his dad in South Carolina, now that I grew up a huge fan of Star Wars and Star Trek, I had also seen close encounters of the third kind, fire and sky communion, so as a kid I was not so much afraid of ghosts or vampires or whatever else, it was aliens, my friend leaves Friday afternoon I tried to go to bed Friday night, as I'm laying there by myself, I swear I hear what sounds like a weird alien morse code, I'm shaking, sometime goes by I get up turn on a light nothing, I grab a flashlight try to go back to bed, after a while I hear what sounds like some sort of machine starting up then spinning

43:27faster, then slower, I get up look around again nothing, I tell myself there's nothing there, try to go back to sleep then I hear what sounds like a conversation between two aliens taking place just a few feet away, I freeze, I tense up every muscle in my body and try to stay as possible and that's how I stay until the sun comes up, the next morning I find a few of my friends and ask them if they heard or saw anything crazy last night, no one describes anything like what I experienced, I managed to sleep a little during the day but dreaded having to go through the same thing again, I go to bed, can't sleep at all and it starts again, I hear like a weird alien morse code, I hear it worrying of something mechanical like a drill, I hear a casual alien conversation, I hear something that sounds like I pitch lightsibbers, then I hear it all again, unjust frozen, wide wake under my covers, convinced time but to be abducted, until the sun comes up again and I look around, don't see anything but get up a few eyes later, my room it gets back and tells me I look like shit, I tell him I feel like shit, then I decide, I don't give a shit how crazy I sound, I'm gonna tell him about the last two nights, he sits and listens and actively doesn't

44:27treat me like I'm crazy, as I'm wrapping up the story, he unlocks his wall lock at his 2v and Xbox are on, he must have just left it on after playing Halo or something right before he left, then it happens, the sounds I heard at night start coming out of his 2v, well it turns out that if you leave an original Xbox on, it plays a weird white noise scaring server, and that's what I was hearing, I did feel relieved that I was actually hearing something and not just crazy, one evening around 11pm, I was playing my bass in my living room with all of the lights on, then it felt like gravity weakened, similar to the feeling when you're about to descend on a big hill from a roller coaster, I looked up from my instrument and saw this 7 for tall, oval shaped, Rip and Mass which was blacker than black, the best way I can describe it is lack the absence of lies, I was looking directly at it and then it slowly began to move across the room and through the wall, I turned around and saw a white ball about the size of a golf ball hovering at the top of the doorframe, it stayed there for maybe a second or two then shot down diagonally into the floor shortly after that, the feeling of gravity returned and then I freaked out because I had no idea what I had experienced, about a year later I moved into an apartment building with my mom, one day around the noon, while she was at work, I was in a kitchen and I felt my mom's presence there, the same feeling of when you know someone is in the same room as you but you just aren't

45:29looking at them automatically, I turned around to ask her something but instead I saw this human I'd been standing roughly a foot in front of me, I am 64 so from where I was standing, it looked like it was about the height of where my chest is, it had nuclear features, the entire beam was vibrating in the spot and it's well in colors of- Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing, victory lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chamba by my side. Race to chambacasino.com, let's Chamba, don't purchase necessary, VTW Group, voidware prohibited by law, CT and C's, 21 plus, sponsored by Chamba Casino, bad green and silver all over it, I looked directly at it and then got the impression that it noticed that I noticed it, once it registered that, rather than turn around, it turned inside out, it's fun for gamers back and it's back became as front then it was done the hole and to closed cause it door, I comey walked to the door and opened it and nothing was there, the weird part about that experience was that I didn't react, I registered it as another mundane experience like washing dishes, I went and watched TV after that, not giving it a second thought, slas slash when I was 17 my Volvo had passed away from skin cancer that reached his brain out of the 12 grandchildren here at me in timber the ones that got to hang out and enjoy the time we had since my parents were divorced and it would be a 3i's drive to go see him,

46:32it was one of the worst days I've had and because of it has helped me a lot of myself anyways, year and a half after that in my senior year I was in a Protestant private school that would go from Texas to a Lenovo or a big church camp where other schools would meet up from all over the country, one of the times we had a church service going on and it was right at the end to where everyone goes up to the front and does the jumping and whatever craziness people do to worship, to me going to churches all my life I've seen things that are explainable and sometimes just things that's hard to explain, the unexplainable happened that night that I will never forget, as I was up front just with my eyes closed head done looking at the floor and just looking like I was praying I had a voice say hi to me I thought it was just someone from my group that was wanted to say hi then I hear it again and as I look up to see who it was it was my Volvo looking at me I was so shocked I literally flew back and freaked out of me seeing him ride in front of me I literally broke down and started crying so much my teacher came up to me to see if I was okay since she saw me flew back in shock thinking that I was having a holy presence moment I just kept repeating to her out loud I saw my Volvo I saw my Volvo to me I think it was one of those moments where god gave him the chance to come down and see his oldest grunch out one more time even though I almost pissed myself though it will be something that I will never forget

47:33slash my grunper and sasses had bought a guy's activity since 1970 to start it with my mother and her two sister Louise and Teresa were playing around in a cemetery my mother apparently forgot about their jeal don't walk in the actual grave's asshole rule while they were playing hide and seek and was running from Teresa she stepped onto a grave and then the ground gave way and she fell into the grave according to her the grave was from 1907 and bore the same name as house this Scoot some of the doubt out took it home and got out the Ouija board Jimmy Hendrix had just passed away and her older sister decided she wanted to contact him they decided that the best way to increase the power of the board was to sprinkle the grave dirt around the board let some candles and turn out the lights Jimmy Hendrix did not answer them obviously but a woman named Amy did and she apparently thoroughly toutes them for being naughty girls the plan shared immediately after moved to goodbye to all three women the room was silent until the wind picked up outside and blew around the outside of the house in such a way that it sounded like a shrieking woman and a money man all at the same time there was no wind in the room yet the candle flames instantly went out and the lamp on the bedside table switched on by itself all three girls ran screaming out of the room and hid in their father's bedroom between the wall and the bed after the calm down and no longer felt threatened they discussed what should be done next they went back into Louise's

48:36bedroom where they had been performing the science brush the dirt into a linen handkerchief retrieve the board retrieve salt and matches from the cupboard in the kitchen and went outside in the backyard they said the Lord's prayer while holding hands sprinkled the board and craved out with salt poured gasoline on the items and burned them they went back inside feeling like this was over and tried not to think about it anymore nothing happened for a few weeks until the end of Louise began having terrible nightmares to which she would wake up screaming several times a night my mother was next followed by her older sister to reset my grandpents both very quiet and not the type to tell tall tales to describe their coming months as nice with no sleep rushing from one room to another flicking lights on and off falling into bed after soothing one daughter drifting into sleep only to be awakened by another screaming girl this went on for several months and then stopped abruptly just as my grandparents were beginning to feel well rested Louise began screaming for her mother and father in the night again there are people in my room according to Louise she would wake up because she could hear people talking and when she would open her eyes the bedroom lights would be on and there would be a man and a woman standing in the corner of her bedroom sipping cup dills and having discussions about the weather my grandmother started sleeping in bed with her now 16-year-old daughter for the first few days nothing happened

49:39and my aunt perpt her awake in the middle of the night grandma opened her eyes and looked around the room seeing nothing had no noses and when she began to ask Louise why she woke her up Louise grabbed a fistful of her night gun and said SHH and then a lump on the bed so table turned itself on my grandmother jumped out of bed to grab Louise by the arm and dragged her into my grandpa's bedroom she woke him up told him what happened and they both slept in his bed for the next several weeks until Theresa now 18 and going off to college moved out at which turn they moved Louise into Theresa's old bedroom there were more things that happened over the years but it slowly tapered off into an every once in a while thing once they moved Louise into another bedroom now for 27 years late that bedroom is like a time capsule my grandmother used to clean it weekly but they never moved anything out of it except Louise is clothing all the phonisms have stayed the same and after years of refurbishing every other room in the house that room still is pee green shy carpet in end orange and gold owl wallpaper since grandma died 10 years ago no one has really bothered with the room except for the occasional cleaning it gets when there's one too many extra overnight guests and someone has to sleep in there and no one ever makes it all night we almost always wake up to find this person sleeping on the couch that night when no one is in the room

50:40you can hear people talking a lot of people like this some kind of party going on in there coming from that room as a child that room was a source of nightmares all the older cousins would play tricks on the under ones to force them into that room only to lock them in and myself was locked in the closet when I was seven but that a whole nother story tell their cries for help attract adult attention or even just a standard you're too little to play with us you have to stay in the back bedroom for five minutes alone if you want to play they've been small bets of activity throughout the home over the years this post is getting pretty long so i'll cut myself off and not go into any more detail but it's really just something that everyone is used to and for the last 35 years or so that room has just kind of belonged to them my older cousin actually locked me in the closet in that room when i was about five i say a lot but all she really did was close the door i don't remember why i couldn't get out of the closet but i remember trying to open the door and not being able to i didn't want to yell for help because that would make me a chicken and she wouldn't want to play with me anymore and be it would get her in trouble and she wouldn't want to play anymore so i sat in the floor of the closet with my back to the wall it was quiet for a moment and i heard footsteps outside the door so i thought she was finally let me out but she didn't according to her and everyone else in the house she had gone outside to ride her

51:43back i heard the wire courtyne start moving back and forth across the rail on that one scraping back and forth and then an old doll fell off the top shelf and landed in front of me that was the kind that had the little sunbubs inside it and when it landed at me i looked into its little plastic face and it said mama i started screaming bloody murder and pounding on the door and my gun for the came to the rescue i remember hearing him run down the hallway and seeing him slaying the door open it was really traumatic for me but probably not as traumatic for my cousin he made her sleep in that room by herself that night as punishment she is pretty much hated my guts ever since when i first called if i'd as a nurse about seven years ago my first job was working in the operating theaters of a large old hospital i was doing a run of night ships and out we ran just one emergency theater overnight so you would often be able to have a long break to get some sleep the department had a large basement full of winding corridors and rooms where we kept the equipment needed for the all the surgeries there was also a very large staff room in the basement full of comfortable couches that was my last shift and i was feeling a bit tired so i headed down there for my break all the other nurses said they were going to stay on the main floor and sleep in the recovery room which i thought was odd i sat all done but couldn't sleep as usual so was texting the girl i was dating at the time facing the back of the couch i suddenly felt a heavy

52:45angry slap on my back i screamed out loud because i didn't think anyone was in the room with me i jumped up and slammed the light on empty i grabbed my stuff and ran out of the room through the winding dot corridors up the stairs and out into the sanctuary of the recovery room i must have looked white as a sheet someone asked if i was okay and i said what had happened and swore it was true there was no way i was asleep an old and air smelled and said you met him didn't you she explained how years ago and not very nice man who did the inventory had a heart attack and passed away down their own in the staff room ever since people kept experiencing angry events like the sensations of being smothered pushed a slap to flying down there at night that was why most staff didn't sleep down there at night i never went back in the staff room for the entire time i worked there unless it was in the day with a colleague this falls under the unexplainable category rather than the paranormal i would describe it as a glitch when i was about nine or ten years old my family lived across the street from my dad's best friend this guy a dolda alexis who was a couple years older than me i became friends with her as we would hang out while our parents docked one day we were kicking a soccer ball back and forth in the yard i was at a

53:4720 minutes 30 feet away and she kicked the ball toward me and it saw through the air in my direction you know how when something is about to hit you you can see it coming almost like times lows down i saw this ball spinning through the air directly toward me and i just sort of cringed embraced for impact as i watched it drawn here and then the weirdest shit happened i stood there and watched as this ball hit me right square in the abdomen and then kept on going i literally watched the ball disappear into my body before it came out the other side and continued flying for another five minutes ten feet before tumbling to the grass i know that the ball did not simply hit my side and roll off because i didn't feel anything if i hadn't been watching i'd have thought she kicked it past me i did not feel a single thing it's like in no sci-fi movies where someone passes their hand to her hologram i know what i saw and most shockingly deluxe i saw it too i was shocked and confused and when i turned to ask her did you see that i saw her staring back all slack job with the pale face and giant eyes like she'd just seen a ghost she definitely saw it probably clearer than i did all she could say was what the hell we had no idea what to make of it and i think we were both equally freaked out i've tried to

54:51justify it and explain it over the years but the bottom line is i know what i saw and i wasn't the only one that look of shock slash horror on her face confirmed it for me and that's what sticks with me the fact that we both saw it happen we were both deeply unsettled by it and she said exactly what i saw it went right to you dude when i was little about four which i'm currently 19 i woke up screaming and crying to a bedroom of illuminated holographic butterflies that were all the colors of the rainbow and the noise of all their wings were loud and terribly unsettling they were flying everywhere in a tornado pattern and appeared as when you turn up the exposure on a camera and see their paths through glowing lines my parents ran into my room shocked and confused from what i saw and i still wonder if they saw them or it was only me my dad proceeded to pick me up and they both ran out with me and took me outside we were staying at a farm that peanut and other crops in Alabama not sure why because i was too young to remember my mom's deceased due to drinking and drug use and my father is unknown don't know they got divorced last time i checked he was in florida i moved in and started living with my aunt and uncle in Nebraska when i was six so i am unable to ask them if i was seeing stuff or they saw it as well due to both of the

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