When I was 6, my family moved to a little house in the woods of Northern California.
When we first moved in, we loved the place. It was cozy and had a good view of the forest from the master bedroom. Speaking of the master bedroom, it contained our one problem with the house. There was a walk-in closet. Of course, normally there would be no problem with that. But it was the vibe that you got when you walked into it that was terrifying. I swear, as soon as you stepped into that damn closet, a feeling of cold dread would wash over you. That’s a sensation that I haven’t felt since we lived in that house and sincerely hope to never feel again.
We originally shook it off, not even trying to give an explanation to it. But we started to get more paranoid when Marla, the family dog, refused to go near the closet. It started as her just avoiding the closet and leaving the room when my mom or dad opened the closet, but after a month or so, she would refuse to even go in my parents room. We still shook it off. Besides, what could we do? It’s not like we could move again.
After a few months things got…worse. Things moved around in the closet, my mom’s jewelry would appear in the living room when no one touched it. It went on like this until June 6, four months after we moved in. This date is important for more reasons than one, but we’ll get to that.
It was about 11:00pm and my parents were already asleep. I was in their bed because I had a nightmare (i was 6, ok?). There was a huge CRASH from the walk-in closet and the living room at the same time, like something heavy had been thrown down. My parents and I woke up and I was told to stay in bed. My mom walked out into the living room and my dad opened the closet. All of my parent’s clothes had been thrown of the shelves and onto the ground, along with a few boxes they never unpacked. On top of the pile was my dad’s leather jacket with a dirty tire mark stretching across the back. This is when we stopped pretending. Something wasn’t right. My mom came back into the room soon after, saying my uncle’s urn had fallen off the shelf in the living room.
My uncle (my dad’s brother) had been killed in a car crash several years prior to us moving. He had been on his way home when a drunk driver hit his motorcycle. He died on impact. My uncle had given my dad that leather jacket. He died on June 6, at around 11:00pm.
I recently moved into new house ever since last month my belongings have been disappearing and reappearing in different places. Then just a day ago something terrifying,happened I was getting something to eat. When I sat on my couch I turned on my TV while I was watching TV by the corner of My Eye I saw.A person but when I looked over where I saw it, nothing was there when I went to go clean my plate, when I turned on the tap it and wouldn’t turn on the plates started shaking and one plate even fell on the floor and almost cut my foot, so I ran to my door three scratches went on the wall of my door I opened my door and ran to my car. I turned my car on and floored that I was about to leave the driveway. When does thing I saw at the corner of my eye earlier appeared in front of the car I turned to the Left really fast and crash the car. Then the next thing I remember is in my hospital room. The reason why I’m writing this is the scratches are coming again I know the thing is coming for me I don’t know how much time I have left I warn you if you just moved into a new house and things are disappearing and reappearing get out just run.
i’m a 30 year old man and i’ve been doing this for 10 years i huntdown government test experiments. I was walking out of my work job when 2 men in black suits said come with me. So i went and i was shuffled in to a mercedes benz. and was taken to a facility that looks like a plane hanger but it was bigger they took me to the other and said¨come with me and you help us¨because i had a boring job and life i complied i was still confused but i did training. they took me to a range and gave me a high powered net gun and said¨line up the front and rear and slowly squeeze the trigger¨ i did it and the net shot out at least 50 yards. the man said¨now you will be doing target shooting¨ they handed me what i could only asume be a tranq gun i shot and actually hit the target . i went through training easily. they tasked me with my first mission. which was to kill a escaped subject they wanted him dead. they told me the location and i went it was out in some kentucky woods they called the dogman. they said he was 12 ft tall 500 lbs and could run at 60 mph so i was scared as i set on my first and last mission. i went there and set up in a tree platform that was boxed off it had a roof and 4 walls with a bed and a plexiglass window i was happy as this was where i was staying and not out in the woods in the open. i opened the window and sure enough he was right there. he looked me with eyes of a true demon a killer i aimd my 50 bmg and before i could shoot he was gone. i waited then it turned night and i saw him creeping in and trying to kill something then he looked at me and stared i felt the urge to stare. [in a deep voice] they have already sent someone but im not leaving hahaha. i was scared shitless and i waited wit my coat over the window and suddenly i heard a scraping noise. it was a shock when he busted through the roof! and pinned me i tried to fight back but something stopped me. i woke up in a cave with my legs eaten clean off my body. and i used as much willpower as possible to text my squad for help they came and captured it and brought me back i got prosthetic legs and was sent home now i’m telling this story i might be killed by tomorrow and killed because of the stuff i just said but it is ok because i’m 50 now and don’t care all i’m saying is watch out for people and things like that so it doesn’t ruin your life like it did mine.
While I was walking around through the land of Hyrule, I noticed that there was a certain area of the game, not like any other area, it was further south-east than Faron Woods. So when I walked to that certain area, I fell through the floor into another area, but I was still falling. What happened in the next few minutes will forever haunt me.
I stopped falling, and I had 1/4 of a heart. But, when I kept on walking, I saw a statue of Link with Shadow Link, not as a statue, and I didn’t want any of it, so I reloaded my last save file.
When I did, the screen said “YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!” So at that point I closed out of the game and burned the game card, it was completely fine, but the game card said “Breath of the Dead” instead of “Breath of the Wild” so I was really freaking out, but something must’ve taken over my body, because I put the game card back in the Switch and started playing, when I hit Load Game, all the save files were named “?̸̩̽e̴͚͊n̶̲̭̉͆o̷̰̪̕͘d̵̛̹̉ ̴͍̅̊ë̵̪́v̴̗̿a̵̭̩̍͝h̵͔̔ ̷̱͉̽͊u̷̗̒́ô̷̠y̵̙͉̆ ̷͖̊t̴̡͇̔a̵̰̠͒h̷̨͒ẅ̷̞͍́ ̷̜̇̑w̵̲͉̆͛ŏ̶̝̞n̶̞̪̈́k̶̖̎͛ ̵͉͕̔̓ũ̸͕̣o̶͎̿͛y̵̞͆ ̴̱̪̾̆o̴̺̕D̷̤́͌” Which I loaded up the most current one.
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It all started when this new bar opened up, let’s call it Nile’s Bar, but when I went in for the first time, which was 2 weeks after it opened, it wasn’t like any other bar I’ve been to, I felt a sense of uneasiness. I ignored that fact, because I thought that it was just because I wasn’t familiar to it.
A few minutes in, and I find that everyone is just passing out, or at least what I thought it was, but I decided to ask what the bartender had. He said that he had Vodka, Guinness, Red Wine, White Wine, Cocktails, White Rum, and Red Rum. Then he said that they had to up the price on the Red Rum, because everyone was buying it. I said that I would take a shot of Red Rum.
When I received it, it didn’t look like regular Red Rum, it was thicker and more opaque, but I drank it anyways, it tasted horrible, then I felt something slimy go into my mouth. I took it out, then what I found shook me, it was an eyeball.
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I live in the North East of England, on a farm, miles from the nearest town/city. Usually, it is rather peaceful. The closest I had ever came to danger (before this event) was when a Fox started headbutting my front door. I wanted to let it in, but as soon as it saw me it bared it’s teeth. So I let it continue until it knocked itself out. Afterwards, I contained it and placed it away from my house, I didn’t want my Rottweiler (Remus) to suffer any damage, since he is really protective of me. That was my most dangerous/scariest encounter with an animal, until now…
Two weeks prior to this event, Remus’ behaviour started to become… strange. He usually lays atop of me when I’m in bed; however, he became restless. Every night, he began to patrol the house; never sleeping or stopping at his water bowl. I’d hear him growl every once in a while, but I just assumed it was either a Bird or Hedgehog that he would growling at. My house is quite large, with a lot of windows, except for my bedroom; I didn’t like the idea of someone potentially knowing when I was sleeping.
During the day, I began to notice that there were a lot less creatures about. The farm that I live on stops at the edge of a forest; so creatures like Deers and Badgers tend to come onto my land. I have no problems with this, since they don’t bother my Horses. About one week prior to this event, a Policeman came knocking at my door; a first time experience for me. He asked me if I had noticed anything abnormal, so I told him about the lack of animals; not thinking about Remus’ change in behaviour. After I told him this, he proceeded to tell me that the people who lived closest to me (about four miles away) had reported that all of their sheep had been slaughtered. After I heard this, I immediatey became concerned about my Horses. I thanked him for letting me know. Immediately, I moved the Horses’ stables closer to my house; if I saw anything, I could get out there. There was only one problem… you aren’t allowed guns in England! Meaning that if something were out there, I’d have to face it with either a small hatchet, or my fists. I prayed that I never recieved a visit from the thing that had killed all of those Sheep.
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It was a sunny fall afternoon in a small town in Maine, when a mother and her daughter were browsing a yard sale of a recently deceased elderly woman. The mother was focused on furniture and kitchenware, while the daughter was looking at the woman’s collection of figurines, dolls, and stuffed animals. Before long the little girl saw an item that appeared to glow. She walked over to it to get a better look.
It was an old looking porcelain doll. She had pale skin, piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, and a dainty baby blue dress. The little girl thought she was beautiful, and carefully picked her up. She walked over to her mother, who was looking at a china set. She asked her mother if she could have the doll, but her mother told her she couldn’t afford it.
Disappointed, the little girl gently put the doll back, but kept staring at it and admiring it until her mother pried her attention away. They continued to the next yard to look at what they had.
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It was a cold and cloudy day in October, two days before Halloween. There was a kid called Ben, who lived on the edge of the woods. One day, he was playing in his backyard with his dog, which was fairly large, and intimidating. Despite its size and looks, the dog was very sweet and never barked or growled at anything. Ben would play with his dog everyday, and never went into the woods unless he was with his dad.
This particular day, however, Ben heard footsteps in the woods, crunching loudly on the fallen leaves, and coming closer to the edge. It was already near sundown, so he couldn’t see very well into the trees. He squinted into the dark forest, trying to make out what was making the sound. It couldn’t have been an animal, he only heard two feet, and the animals never came toward the edge of the trees. Ben decided the footsteps he was hearing were from his father, and continued playing with the dog.
Suddenly, he heard his dad’s voice from the woods, calling him to come and help. As Ben walked closer to the trees, with his dog at his side, the voice started sounding off. It was his father’s voice, but it sounded corrupted, but he kept moving toward the voice anyway. His dog started growling, with her attention focused completely on the tree line. Ben patted the dog’s head, and continued walking towards his father’s voice. He called to his dad, asking what he needed help with, but got no response, except that of the voice continuing to call him toward the trees.
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I woke up in a cold sweat, my sheets wear messily thrown onto the floor from a fitful sleep. The warm glow of the sun filtered into the room from the open curtained window across from my bed. A glance at the clock on my nightstand told me that it was only a few minutes past 6 AM. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
As I got dressed for the day, I remembered that today was the day I’d be visiting an abandoned house from the holocaust that had helped hide Jewish people from the nazis. My friend Steve had told me about how there was a large group of refugees staying in the attic and crawl spaces between the walls. According to records, when the nazis searched the house they found no one there, but they did find all the possessions of everyone that had been in the house. They found the diaries of children and food left out half eaten. As they read through the diaries, they were slightly amused to find that the children had been hearing strange noises around them, and seeing shadow people during the night. The children said that they were afraid the “monsters” would take them in the night. The soldiers took everything they found and reported the experience to their superiors. A few months after searching the house, every single soldier that had been there either died suddenly, or mysteriously disappeared.
I went downstairs, and was welcomed by the smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs. I walked into the kitchen to find my girlfriend putting the food onto plates. As she set the plate down, I snuck up behind her and pulled her into a bear hug. She let out a small shriek, then turned around and hit me playfully in the arm. I gave her a quick kiss and grabbed a plate. I ate quickly so that I could meet Steve sooner and we could get on the road.
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