It was last spring; my boyfriend and I went to my cabin alone. It’s in a small town in Minnesota out in the middle of no where. The closest neighbor was about 4 or 5 miles away. Anyway it was our second night there and my boyfriend, let’s call him T, was making dinner for us. I was trying to set up the DVD player so we could watch some movies. while I was doing that T dropped the bowl and was frozen starring out the window. He looked at me the most scared look I have ever seen him and he told me to come look outside. I looked outside and I froze also. There was this thing outside like 15 feet away from the cabin. The best I can describe what this thing looked like is a skinny sick bear that had no fur on it but I knew deep down it wasn’t a bear. It stood up on its 2 legs and it was about 8 feet tall. It made this horrible scream that made me cover my ears then it quickly snapped its neck to look at T and I. That’s when I backed up and grabbed my hand gun just Incase. For like 5 minutes it was starring at us and it freaking smiled at us and there was many teeth that looked really sharp. It screamed again and ran into the woods. T and I just looked at each other shocked and we quickly packed and we were leaving in the morning because it scared us so much. We went to bed around 11:30 and tried to sleep that night. We both had our hand guns next to us just Incase. While we were sleeping we woke up to scratching on the cabin outside it was about 4 in the morning. I screamed “get the hell away from us” we heard this creepy scary laugh and it just went silent. We went to sleep again. In the morning with the sunlight T and I went outside and around the cabin was bloodly claw marks and our car was scratched up. We quickly packed and got the hell out of there. While we were driving down the drive way I looked back and I saw the thing on the roof of the cabin smiling and it waved. I have not been back there yet and my uncle that owns the cabin has saw it too. There is now traps all over the place and now guns all over the cabin. I am never going back there again even with more safety. Never.
This story takes place in the summer of 2018. It was late at night and me and my friend ,Matthew, we’re swimming at the lake. Now I am a rather large guy for my age ,I’m fifteen and I’m about six foot five and Matthew is sixteen and is about six foot two.
I was swimming for about an hour before I had to use the bathroom so I took my flashlight and headed toward the community bathrooms. The bathroom are always open on the account that the path by the lake was commonly jogged at night but not tonight. I brushed it off as we were here later than we had been before.
After doing my business I started to head back but I saw something in the path. Me ,thinking it was Matthew, yelled out “ Hey Matthew over here”. I walked closer but I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard in a voice almost identical to mine say “ Hey Matthew over here”. It sounded like whatever this thing was it was trying to mimic me. I shined my light in its direction and I saw a large bone thin figure with long arms and a deer head well almost a deer head ,it looked off. It said again “ Hey Matthew over here”.
I stood there for what felt like hours but could have only been two minutes before I heard Matthew from behind me. I looked back at the thing and saw it bolt for the woods which was about 60 feet away but whatever it was made it in about two seconds. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turn around to see Matthew. He asked why was I so pain and shacken. He told me that he heard me call his name three times but I had only said it once. After I got home I looked up what I had seen and the only thing that matches the thing was a skin walker. I still go to that lake with Matthew and other at night but I always carry my gun with me just in case.
All of this happened around 13 years ago, when I was a 14 year old girl. I lived with my father in a two bedroom apartment, which had a tiny closet that could fit around 3 teenagers if we sit tightly enough. That closet will be important later on..
I had two best friends, I’ll call them Jenny and Anna because our actual finnish names are a bit hard for foreigners. We had this great idea to try an ouija board after listening to another story from my dad, which had people going crazy after tampering with the board. My dad works as a nurse in a mental asylum, and he always told us stories about his patients.
One night, when he was working an all nighter, we decided it was time to try the board. Me being the artistic one, was assigned to draw the board. I have always been interested in the occult and read a lot, so I thought I knew what I was doing. I did not.
I don’t remember the first time my dad told me this story, but I do know that since then, I have believed in the supernatural.
My dad grew up in Texas, he lived in the tiny unheard of town of Crane. He lived with his mom, and slightly older brother in a tiny trailer house. It all started when my dad started hearing footsteps in his house when no one was home. At first he thought it was just his imagination.
But then, he and his brother where outside one day, while their mom was away, and they both heard the footsteps. My dad recalls that they were deliberate, and clearly footsteps.
The creepiest time was when my dad and his mom had just gotten home from the grocery store. It was nighttime. His brother and was the only one home. My dad and his mom began pulling groceries out of the car, and my dad looked up to see a face staring at him through the window of the house. He thought it was his brother, and expected him to come out and help. He never did.
Annoyed but not thinking much of it, my dad carried the groceries to the door. He thought that his brother would at least open the door for him, but he never did. So his mom angrily opened the door and searched the house for my uncle, planning to scold him for his laziness. They found him fast asleep in his bed.
So who was it my dad saw? He says that it was certainly a face he was in the window. He recalls facial features. But no one else was home at the time, and the house was much too small for a human being to hide undetected in for long. My dad and I believe that it was a ghost.
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contained is amazing, and the most heart pounding moment of my life.
I work for a state agency, you don’t get paid overtime but instead you get comp time… basically you work 10 hours over time you get 15 hours comp which is just PTO. But this affords me the opportunity to take off for a week randomly and not take my wife or kids with me. Because I have hundreds of comp hours.
But instead of being adulterous lech, I instead pick a GPS location on Google Earth, hike in, and take only water and MREs…as to not even make a fire because I really don’t want to be found. Now I do make a weigh point map of GPS locations set up an automatic email to 6 people if I am not there to stop the email it auto sends with my itinerary, passwords, legal documents, and an explanation of why I do this…I do love my family…
So I set my mind on Rocky mountain national Park, I grew up in Colorado and went there for outdoor lab so I decided to go out there. When I go I pack reasonably, I take my .357 s&w, a .22 henry survival, and my Remington .308 it basically keeps me ready for most situations. I don’t need to hunt because I take MREs, it’s so I don’t create smoke or fire, water purification tabs, my Bible, a pup tent, a thermal blanket, bed roll, gps, and my sketch pad and my old timer pocket knife and a random bush knife…I like to try new ones…but I digress.
This has happened between September of 2017 and January of this year. I live in a small suburb of a big town in Minnesota. Now, our neighborhood isn’t that bad but the part of town we live near isn’t that good, but it’s not as bad as other areas of town. As some context, I also live in a very paranormal active house. My dad has seen black figures in the basement, and heard footsteps upstairs when he was down stairs.
My mom has seen silhouettes of disfigured entities in the window when she was outside, but we contained these things in the basement using a salt line. The sad thing is that my band room is down stairs so, if my band has practice or I want to play my drums, I have to go down there. I put a salt line in front of the door for the room hoping to keep anything out but I still see things outside of the room so I usually shut the door so I can keep my happy place, my happy place.
Now, this is where some of my scariest parts of my life have happened. There are two things that me and my friends have seen.
Okay so im an 28 now but at the time of this event I was much younger. I was 15 years and at the time I was much smaller than I am now because I ran cross country for my school in Pickerington ohio. At the time I lived in a new development called Violet meadows.
When we built our house there we where one of the first houses in the subdivision.
This is important to know further in the story. We lived in one of the best new and up and coming subdivisions in Pickerington at the time and nothing bad ususally ever happened in this town.
I’ve been thinking of posting this for a while, and finally decided to after JM posted “Bubbajax”.
It started when I moved to a new house in Ohio. I had been living in Seattle City for too long, and wanted to live near the forest for a while. So I bought a large house that sat at the edge of one. A few months later, I began to hear sounds coming from below what I thought was my lowest floor. Creeped out, I began looking for a way to a basement, and eventually found it.
The basement looked like it hadn’t been used in years. It was full of dust and mildew. Cobwebs infested every corner. I cleaned it out and planned to store my wine collection there, but soon forgot all about it.
And then, the night of my third month living there, I began to smell a disgusting stench come from below. I ignored it for a few days, but then it became too hard to bear.
This all happened about a year ago on my 16th birthday my mom and I went to go visit my grandparents in Wisconsin. We go there every year to see my grandparents of course my friend Marley and my horse Penelope.
Marley of course sat in my grandparents garage to “surprise” me when I got there even though she does this every year. So we pull in to the driveway at about 11:30 pm. After a 5 hour drive of listening to my mothers god awful music I’m pretty tired.
Marley runs out to the car and wraps me in her arms and says “I missed you little bro” and I reply with “I missed you two little sis”.
I currently live in the Midwest in the United States. I’m 24 and my boyfriend and I, let’s call him John, live in a small 2 bedroom house in a quiet town. I’m here to share what’s been happening for the past few weeks.
A couple months ago, I started noticing things either going missing or things not being where i had placed them just moments before. Like if i were to get ketchup out of the fridge and set it on the counter and go to the oven to put food on my plate, the ketchup bottle would be gone or moved. Or if i were to plug my cell into the charger, leave the room and come back a few minutes later, it would be unplugged. For awhile, i just let these things happen because i figured it was john playing jokes on me,
One particular day, John was in a poor mood and snapped at me to stop moving his things. At first, I thought he was joking, trying to get a rise out of me. I thought he wanted me to call him out on moving my things. I realized he wasn’t joking. For weeks, he genuinely thought i was messing with him and i thought the same. John and I aren’t necessarily new to the supernatural and superstitious. We’ve both grown up with strange things happening to us, i guess because we’re susceptible people who believe in odd things. So, we thought we had a ghost or a trickster or something, messing with us for it’s own amusement.