Author: <span class="vcard">Darkness Prevails</span>

The White Lady

By Nightwatcher666

My gran used to tell me a story, a story of the White Lady. A ghostly apparition that appears in the dead of night around the country roads near my grans house. Some people have encountered it and say she truly terrifying. A huge white spirit that haunts the nearby roads, frightening anyone who happens to be driving in that location at night.

The most terrifying description of the White Lady is her face. She has no features at all, no nose, no mouth and no eyes just a pale blank face that digs into your sole. I once heard that my uncle was on his way to my grans one night after a few hours of drinking. Apparently he was walking down one of the roads in the dead of night when he encountered her.


The Girl of my Nightmares

By Dragondriver

Before you laugh, yes this did actually happen. I actually fell in love with a fictional character. Now this isn’t the Tmblr “fall in love” that you might of like a crush. I loved this fictional girl as much as my current girlfriend, and it was more painful, because that girl was never real to begin with. It was weird. For four years I’d lay awake at night and wish she could become real and end my longing for a significant other. But now that she has, I want her to stay the fuck away from me.

I am a Christian, so strange spiritual experiences are nothing new to me, but had not had anything specifically happen to me until l one night. One night I am laying face down in bed when I feel a presence over me. Not a comforting one, but something off. “Daaaaaaaviiiiiiidddddd.” A female voice clear as day whispers in my ear. I think “What the fuck is that?”


Intruder

Lynx862

One day, I was home alone. My parents were out of town and my sister was at a friend’s house. I was laying on my bed reading my book when suddenly my dad came home. Well I was confused because he was supposed to be out of town with my stepmother. He said he forgot something and came back to get it.

So I shrugged it off as nothing and went back to my book. About four hours later, I finished my book and was about to get up and eat when suddenly, I noticed the front door was still open. I called out for my dad to see if he was still here. But there was no answer. So I texted him asking if he left the door open and if he was still there. He said he left an hour ago and that he did not leave the door open.


Haunted

By Kathleen

It all started when I was a small child. I mean, I must have been at least about four or five years old when paranormal experiences started to happen. At first they were benign, I would hear someone call my name and I would go to my mother and father and ask them what they wanted….

Thing is, they always told me that they didn’t call me. As I grew up it got worse, when I entered puberty I started to be attacked. The attacks started when I was about 14 years old when my mother considered me old enough to sleep by myself. I would go to bed, read a little bit and go to sleep. I would wake up not being able to breathe. It felt like I was being choked. After night after night this happened.


Unknown Sounds of a Frozen Lake

By Knight

This happened to me on a weekend in November 2015 on a trail about a mile or so east of Lake Mille Lacs in Central Minnesota. There is a smaller lake called Anderson Lake along this trail that I have walked by many times before and after this event, but this happened only once out of the many times that I have walked by this lake. I was fifteen when this had occurred, and have always been a believer in the paranormal, but I am not sure if this event can even be classified as paranormal as a whole, but in my attempt to record it I am not so sure.

I was walking along the trail to get to a side trail not to far from where this had occurred, I was alone with my thoughts for the most part. It was clear, sunny, and cold–cold enough that the lake was frozen over with thin ice. I had gotten about a few hundred yards from the offshoot of the trail when I heard this strange beeping sound coming from Anderson Lake, and it was hypnotic in some sense that I had stopped to listen to it.


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