He keeps calling my name

This is a story that initially never seemed that scary to me — mostly because I only connected the dots a few years ago. We were at a friend’s house for the night and wound up talking about the paranormal and our own experiences with it, and while I was recounting what I’d always dismissed as a creepy waking dream I realized it wasn’t so banal after all.

When I was little I never slept during the day — actually, even today I have a hard time taking a power nap. And of course during the naptimes in my daycare I never could fall asleep, but I was required to lay in that darkened room on my colorful mattress anyway and stare at the ceiling while everyone else dozed off. We were mostly on the floor; there were a few bunk beds along the wall but they were not nearly enough for all of us. So the bed spots rotated and the mattresses covered for the rest of us. Or, well, I was always on a mattress: I didn’t sleep, I didn’t get a bed. It was better that someone who actually needed to get comfortable for napping got one.

One day I was lying there as usual. The room had two doors facing each other on the opposite walls and I was right by the other one. The teacher was sitting there between them but I had unobstructed view of the other door, the one that lead to the entrance. There was a little bit of light streaming in through the heavy curtains on the windows and under the doors.

I guess I must have fallen asleep, as much as I have heard that I never did sleep. Because I saw that the door opposite of me was suddenly open and light was streaming in. But I could not see into the entryway because there was a very, very large man, or the shadow of one anyway, in the doorway. He was wearing a hat and a long, wide coat, and his head reached almost to the top of the door frame. I never saw the man walk there or open the door: he was just suddenly there and the door was open. The teacher did not react so I did not either, thinking I’d be punished for getting up.

The man did not move. But as I watched him, a feeling filled my mind. He was there to take me somewhere. He wanted me to go with him. And I wanted to go with him, too. He felt safe, like a parent, and it must have been important if he was getting me in the middle of naptime.

But I still was not allowed to move. And the teacher didn’t seem to even see the man. Something told me that she would not understand if I tried to tell her. So I did not go to the man. Eventually he disappeared, and the door was shut again.

That in itself might’ve just been a dream. In fact, I thought it was — until, like I said, I was telling the story to a friend at a sleepover. See, this disclaimer is precisely the point in my narration when I realized something. Because ever since that day, or somewhere around it, I heard my name being chanted in my ears every time it got quiet. It made me quite the chatterbox, actually: I didn’t want to hear the voice. It felt like it was accusing me of something. The man had wanted me to go with him and I did not, and for that I was a bad child. Eventually, when I was around fifteen, I realized that I did not hear the voice anymore.

I never actually thought I was being called. It wasn’t an auditory hallucination. Rather, it was the hum that just sometimes appears in your ears gaining a rhythm and then forming into words, or rather a word. Just “Maai-va, Maai-va”, over and over and over and over again, ever until some other noise drowned it out.

Then, two years or so ago I started hearing my mother call me from downstairs when she was sleeping, or not in the house, or just not calling my name. And this time it sounded so real that I often called back, asking what she wants. A few times I even went downstairs just to find the whole house empty. Now that, too, has gone away. It did often happen when I was already listening to music and sometimes upon playing it back I would find that it was some sound that I just mistook for my mom’s voice. But not every time.

I’m not sure what to do — or whether I should even do anything. Honestly, I am still not adequately scared, I think. I keep thinking of the figure and how often I have regretted not going along with it. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know what it is going to do next. The one thought or idea I have about it is simply this: it is a Grim Reaper. And for some reason it wants to get me early.

10 HORRIFYING Encounters in Abandoned Places | Sleep Sounds and Relaxing Sounds

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1. The House in the Forest by Dylan F. 0:55
2. The Winged Man by Douglas M. 5:16
3. The Love House by Jax 11:02
4. The Ghost Train by Avalon Nakamura 17:15
5. God Knows Where by Raymond S. 22:33
6. Urban Exploration Story by Nick 26:53
7. The Blocked Room by Arkhaya 30:05
8. Paranormal Activity at Abandoned Building by yaboi283 35:32
9. The Abandoned Ruins by Mechanic Raven 40:44
10. Abandoned Factory by Lucky Doritos 46:20

 

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1. The House in the Forest by Dylan F. 0:55
2. The Winged Man by Douglas M. 5:16
3. The Love House by Jax 11:02
4. The Ghost Train by Avalon Nakamura 17:15
5. God Knows Where by Raymond S. 22:33
6. Urban Exploration Story by Nick 26:53
7. The Blocked Room by Arkhaya 30:05
8. Paranormal Activity at Abandoned Building by yaboi283 35:32
9. The Abandoned Ruins by Mechanic Raven 40:44
10. Abandoned Factory by Lucky Doritos 46:20

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The house in the forest

This is a true story that I am going to tell you. It was the summer of 2016 in North, me and my cousin (who will remain unnamed due to privacy) were hanging out at his place bored out of our minds. So we had the idea of exploring some of the trails that go deep into the forest, we had permission to go into those woods by the old man who owned all the property. He had recently bought the land a few years prior. He made a statement saying that alot of the trails down there are unexplored, he told us to remain cautious because the property spans out for miles. So we both grab our four wheelers and head to the trails.

We’re driving through these trails, creepy as hell as would any forest would be. We make notes of every turn and certain key details to help us avoid getting lost in the dense forest. After 30 minutes if driving down the paths we come across a somewhat clear patch in the forest but what we saw shocked us the most.

What we saw was an old, abandoned 2 story house. The path had large ditches completely filled with water on each side. Me being the dumbass I am let my curiosity get the best of me, persuaded my cousin to go explore the abandoned house. We park the four wheelers facing the path we had entered from. Walking up to the house made me feel, strange. I felt like I was being watched by some unseen presence.

After entering the house it was completely empty, carpet ripped out, wires hanging out of the sockets all that stuff. We decide to look around just for the fun of it. Nothing of interest was in the first floor, so we decided to go explore the upstairs section of the house. Walking up the stairs they started to creak which made the situation kinda creepy, but we kept going up.

Upon stepping on the floor, I saw one of the bedroom doors were open. Walking into the room we saw through the window , a somewhat large pond in the backyard. Examining the pond I noticed what I thought to be someone or something rising out of the pond, I shrugged it off as me seeing things. Then I could clearly see I’m seeing some humanoid figure standing in the middle of the pond. Covered in moss, twigs , muck. This thing seemed to be staring blankly at the lower portion of the house until it looked up at me.

Piercing, yellow eyes. Like they were gazing into my soul. My cousin asks what I’m looking at and the expression on his face, never have I seen him have such a scared expression. We decide it’s best we leave as soon as we can.

Then we heard the back door open. We sprinted out of the house and jumped on our four wheelers. Driving off I decided to look back and we saw that thing, looking down at us from the upper left room.

To this day we don’t know what we saw. Never again will we go into those woods again.

crunched up paper house

My friend and I always used to walk through a wonderful, spacious park when we were younger. It was full of tall trees, and it was very nicely maintained. In this large park, there was an abandoned mansion – I can’t really say how long it had been there, but on that day, the front door of the mansion was wide open. The two of us decided to check out what was inside the place. As we inched through the door, the very first thing we noticed was that the mansion’s floor was littered with crumpled up pieces of paper. We looked at each other and observed that there was no furniture, nothing except for those wrinkled balls of paper. The mansion had six rooms on its main floor, and every room we entered bore more and more scrunched up pieces of paper.

We decided to open up one of the paper balls to see what was inside – our curiosity got the better of us. I picked up a single wrinkled piece, and, as my friend picked up another, I unfolded my paper, smoothing out its bends and dents. At that moment, it was almost as if a piece of a rainbow emerged before our eyes, and I was suddenly standing next to a large window in one of the upstairs rooms of the house. I was looking outside into the large park. When I looked down at the piece of paper I held, it read: ‘Look outside the large window that oversees the park in the upstairs parlour.’ I dropped the piece of paper and it fluttered gracefully to the ground. Meanwhile, I stared at my open hands in a bout of horror.

Dazed and utterly perplexed, I found my way downstairs and met up with my friend. He was in the kitchen, sitting at a round table that hadn’t been there before. Where did that come from? I wondered. My friend stared at his opened paper and re-read the words several times before he looked at me and turned the page my way. It said: ‘Go to the kitchen and sit at the round table.’ We stared at each other for a few moments, vaguely afraid, but then we began to chuckle. Within seconds, we were laughing our heads off, marvelling at our newfound game. We could hardly believe what had happened, but being young as we were, the mystery was endlessly exciting. We decided again to open another scrunched up piece of paper. As we opened up the crumpled papers on the floor, we experienced the same sudden flash of rainbow colours, but this time I ended lying down in the field behind the mansion. When I peered onto the paper in my right hand, it read, ‘Lie down in the field behind the mansion.’ I giggled uncontrollably. After a few minutes of running around the house, I found my friend collecting multiple balls of paper in his arms, eager to experience more of these strange, exciting phenomena.

We both got the gist of what was happening at this point. We had no idea as to how it was possible, but we decided to have more fun with it; the supernatural always had a way of captivating our hearts. After a few more run-throughs with these strange mini-teleportation devices, I began to feel apprehensive. I wondered if, at one point, I would be placed somewhere I didn’t want to be, or I’d be made to do something that I didn’t enjoy. We continued, though. Minute after minute, we unfolded many papers and travelled through bedrooms, closets, trees. But then, after having been on the roof of the mansion, I stood before my friend, dead on the living room floor. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. “Murder him,” I read on my crumpled page as I felt a surge of vomit and bile rising into my throat. Nothing came out, but the sickness in my throat spread to my stomach, my head and my heart.

I didn’t know what to do. At this point, I began to scream and shout, praying to God for this to be a nightmare. I wanted it to go away; I wanted to rewind our day and be outside again, together, walking underneath the trees. All I could do was hide his body in a cupboard. I willed myself to be calm, and I hesitantly unfolded another paper in the hopes that the problem would correct itself. Once again, I saw the colours of the rainbow, and I found myself standing behind a tree several meters away from the house. I could clearly see the front door; within a few instants, I saw both myself and my friend walk through that door. I began to wonder if I had died, or if I was having an out-of-body experience. I looked at the sheet in my hand, and the only words scrawled upon it were “time will repeat itself, and a paradox will take place, and it will be allowed”
That gave me an idea. In my pocket remained the paper that made me kill my friend. Without looking at it, I crumpled it back up. Quietly, I followed my other self, who had separated from my friend as he explored the rooms of the house. As I crept behind him, he turned around very suddenly. Before he could utter a syllable, I forced the paper in front of my eyes and in a flash of rainbow colours, I was able to kill my other self. The laws of time allowed me to take over my dead self’s place in this world and also because of the fact that it was allowed to happen, as it was written on the second piece of paper that I had on me; which reversed time. It must have control over time and paradoxes, which made me now the new alive and present of my other dead self.

I hid my limp, bleeding other dead self in a cupboard in the upstairs bathroom to rot. To my great relief, I heard my friend call my name from downstairs. My friend, who managed to stay alive and well—my best friend. When I went downstairs, he greeted me excitedly, smiling childishly and being blissfully unaware of the situation. I pretended that nothing had happened. In a heartbeat, I told him that the house creeped me out and that it would be much better if we left.

After that day, we never went near the mansion again. I don’t know if anyone saw or heard about anything that happened between us, but I recently heard from another friend that the house had been demolished. And I can tell you with great certainty that while this news a relief, I dreaded the probable prospect that my corpse was uncovered in the bathroom cabinet.

The Winged Man

This happened back when I was still in High School, I was maybe 14 to 16. I live in a small town in Eastern PA, My town is not a well known one, most people who hear it’s name ask where it is.

But It is fairly popular with those who hunt for ghosts, spirits, monsters and the like, and this is only one of my experiences in my strange town.

I was alone when this happened, having gotten permission from my parents to go for a walk in the evening, given it was a small town, I was normally allowed to walk around late at night, as long as I was home by 1am, One of those nights though, My thoughts on strange creatures changed.

I normally am not skeptical about things that happen here given I have heard many different stories, and experienced ghosts in various places of the town, this however was not a ghost. My town has three bridges, two for cars, and one for foot traffic.

I had decided around 11:30pm to go across this walking bridge, and over onto the dark trails across it, it was known this trail had ghost sightings and even a few sightings of UFO’s In the middle of the trails however, is an old abandoned house’s foundation, rumors abound on it, that it was a house used by satanists, and I believed it, after all going over there and checking it out myself there were pentagrams, and various other things on it.

But that isn’t the point, While I was walking through the trails, heading to the one paved section of the trails where cars could come if you wanted to go fishing, I heard a sound, It sounded like footsteps, though they were much heavier than I normally would hear, I stopped and listened, hearing the foot steps stop and heard heavier breathing as well as the feeling I was being watched. I pulled out my cellphone and small pocket knife. Listening to the sounds I made a phone call to my one friend who was a cop, Yeah I know it sounds weird, a young man being friends with a cop, but he was a good guy and helped everyone he could.

I told him that I was being followed, and he stayed on the phone with me as I walked, hearing the breathing getting heavier, when out of the corner of my eye I seen it. Something large, at least 8 feet tall, leaping from the trees across the road and into the trees on the other side, I took off running at that point in time.

When I reached the end of the road I saw my cop friend pulling up in his cruiser, I told him that something was back there, and he told me to head to the main road and start heading to the bridge to head back home.

As I walked I seen it again, from the road, it was massive, and looked like it was furry, Large huge wings on its back and burning red eyes. I freaked out telling myself it was just my imagination, cause I also seen my friends spot line shining through the woods looking for things. As I continued to walk I soon heard this blood chilling screech, something that sounded almost like a demon. As I froze in place again, I heard the tires squeal on the cruiser and soon seen the cruiser driving towards me at high speed, Soon stopping right beside me, My friend was bone white in fear, Telling me to get in and quickly, he would drive me back to my house.

I didn’t argue and got into the vehicle, seeing the thing again following us as he sped away, I asked him. “What did you see? What’s wrong?”

He was panting softly before he grabbing his necklace which was a simple silver cross. He answered me in a quiet voice. “Something inhuman…It jumped into the road, And I seen it clearly. It was huge, red eyes, and large wings, with two horns on it’s head, it screeched at me and ran into the woods again. ”

My blood chilled at those words, as he kept looking back to see if it was following us before I asked him. “Why did you stop for me?” He simply answered. “It wanted you, You were going to be it’s mean, that thing….was a hunter, Something that I seen once before as a child. It hunts those who are alone, and you were going to die if I didn’t stop…” At that I swore from then on, if I was going into those trails, it was not going to be alone.