What Im about to tell is very true. Only
two other people know about it one being
my wife, the other being a friend that was
Id like to give a little back story of me,
so maybe you can understand my skills
and abilities. I grew up hunting and
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This story take place back when I was about five years old. My family lived in a rural area. All houses were wery far apart. We were no strangers to all sorts of wildlife. So, my dad built a ten feet high wire fence with a gate, so he can access the woods around the back yard. I know, he was a bit too protective
One day I was plaing in a sand pile, net to the fence. I had my favourite toy, red pickup truck. Then dad walked by, to the gate, opened it and said:
,, Would you like to go get firewood with me ?”
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I work at a nursing and rehab Home as a nursing assistant. We have two sections of our building. Side two is rehab. It’s mainly for patients with hip replacements and things like that. Section one, the section I work, deals with more permanent patients, like ones with Alzheimer’s and dementia. I work the three to eleven shift, but at the time of this happening, I worked the eleven to seven shift, the graveyard shift. I have worked in this building for many years and have seen a many strange things happen. My building is also close to five decades olds, so this does help the creep factor alot.
My section has four halls with a large nurses station in the middle. It’s nice because you can sit at the nurses’ station and look down all the halls. This helps out alot at night when you have paperwork
to do and call lights keep going off, which never fails to happen. However this night had been the Q word. Nurses do not like saying the word quite because once you do all you know what breaks loose. This night was no exception. On the graveyard shift my building is usually staffed with at least three assistants and two nurses. Around two thirty in the morning one of the nursing assistants had committed on the lack of activity. She used the Q word, which we gave her a good thrashing about.
Well sure enough about five minutes later, another nursing assistant that was finishing a bed check on her patients came up to us saying one of her patients was acting very unusual. The nurse in charge of that hall, hall four, followed the assistant to the room she was talking about. A few minutes later, that nurse, we will call her Sarah, walked up to the other nurse, which we will call Jenny, and asked her to help her. A few minutes later Jenny came out of the room and called the head nurse on staff. I watched her go in the room with our other assistant. Well by now my curiosity had became piqued. I had to see what all the fuse was about, so I made my way to the room. I could here the head nurse and the others calling the lady’s name.
” This is they way she was acting when I checked on her. She just keeps staring at things.” The assistant who found her said. That was unusual in itself because this lady always talked. This was totally out of character. As I listened outside the door, the head nurse decided that we needed to send her to the hospital. Well this must be very serious I thought so I decided to see if I could help in anyway. As I began to walk through the threshold of the room, I got an eerie feeling. It actually made me stop at the enterance. I looked at the patient and will never forget it.
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It was the early 1980s, and my dad and uncle both bought a summer home in the countryside which had some beautiful dense woods behind it. We would often go there over the summer, and enjoyed the serenity of nature away from the city. At that time, my cousin and I would hang out a lot together, and we spent many hours hiking deep into the woods behind the house. And being independent kids, we decided to take my dad’s camping equipment and set up an overnight campsite about 100 feet from the house. We did this every day, and it became the thing we did every summer. Our parents were always nearby in the house, though, and always kept their windows open where they could easily hear us if we shouted. They were totally okay with us being alone in the woods at night, and sometimes even pushed us to spend more time there when we didn’t feel like it. It became our favorite getaway from the city, and each summer we looked forward to going.
One particular summer, we weren’t going to go because my uncle had to go out of state. But I had been waiting all year to go and was devastated after hearing that we wouldn’t be going after all. It mean’t that I’d have to go to day camp with all the annoying kids from school, and I was usually bullied there. Being a five hour drive north, my parents weren’t going to make such a trip without my uncle and his family – so the answer was no and no. I never was a nagging child and often tried to help out, but this summer you bet I acted like a bad boy. I made the summer pretty difficult whenever I could, and always mentioned to them how they could make it better. I didn’t want to wait another whole year, and tried my best to convince them with whatever tactic I thought would work. To my surprise, my constant nagging seemed to have worked on them, because one day they finally gave in. I later realized that it was probably because a family friend decided to come along with us and make the trip worth our while. We traveled together for five straight hours and finally reached our destination, and I could smell that pine wood scent again and got ready to build my campsite.
It took a little longer than usual because I was all alone, but I got it all set up nice and dandy. I had gone camping many times with my cousin before, and I felt confident enough to be alone in the dark. Although, I did decide to to set up my tent much closer to our house this time just in case. The sun began to set, and I glanced at my watch – it was probably about 8:35pm. There was this unusual quietness that made me a bit anxious, but I was usually chatting with my cousin and just thought I never noticed it. Part of our camping experience was reading science fiction novels until we got tired and fell asleep, and for this night I brought an exciting new book I had wanted to read for some time. Flashlight in one hand and book in the other, I began to read. This flashlight was one of those heavy metal ones that often flickered out. Hitting it a couple times usually did the trick.
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Back in 1991 when my husband and I were married about a year and a half, we were laying in bed talking about daily life, our future, etc. He was laying facing his side of the room, which would be a wall and with his back facing me, and I was laying facing my wall with my back facing him, so back-to-back. Anyway, we’re lying in our bed in the dark, and I started talking about sad moments that have happened to me or relatives that I was remembering who have passed away, and my husband would mumble “hmm-hmm,” or “oh, I’m sorry to hear that, hon,” but by now, he’s falling asleep and probably not really listening. After going on for about a good ten minutes, I mentioned something that was really sad that affected me, and I kind of teared up a bit and my voice was cracking and I’m sniffling, and at that moment, I felt several taps on my shoulder thinking my husband reached over and was trying to make me feel better and comfort me. After the taps on my shoulder, I said, “Thanks, Honey – that was nice of you.” My husband said in a groggy voice, “Thank me for what?” I said, “For tapping my shoulder and comforting me.” He waited a few seconds, and said, “What are you talking about? I didn’t tap your shoulder…” I said, “Yes, you did – just now, three times.” He replied, “Sweetie, I never touched you…I’m facing the wall! I haven’t moved since we got into bed!” At that moment, I slowly turned over and saw my husband laying on his side facing the wall, and I’m thinking how I never felt the mattress move IF he had turned over to tap my shoulder…I said again, “Someone just tapped my shoulder three times as if to say “I’m sorry to hear your sad stories.” Again, my husband was emphatic and repeated, “I did not tap your shoulder! I haven’t moved!!” I was freaked out by what just happened…there truly was no way my husband could have physically rolled over without me feeling the bed move – he’s 6’5″, 400 pounds, so I would have DEFINITELY felt him rolling over! This has been an unsolved mystery to me ever since, and I guess that I’ll never know who tapped my shoulder that night way back in 1991.
I love Valentine’s day. It’s probably my second favorite holiday after Halloween. It’s also one of the very last days that something creepy is expected. However, just because you don’t expect something creepy, doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. I found that out the hard way.
In 2014, a few of my friends were bummed because they had no one to spend Valentine’s Day with. Being the self-proclaimed “Rudolph Valentino Jr.” meant I was supposed to suggest a place where picking up girls would be easy. I joked that we should go to New Orleans with all the best freaks, which was a God-send in their eyes. 3 hours and 4 insists that I was joking later, we were on the road. Since it was January 12th, we crashed in a hotel in Kansas before continuing our trip. When we got to New Orleans, the last hours of Feb. 13th had arrived, so we decided to go to a bar. This bar was where my encounter began. While we were there, these 3 really pretty goth chicks walked up to us and started flirting. As we talked, I noticed all 3 of them had bright red lips. I also have smelled blood before, so I could tell their breath sounded just like that. I didn’t know that the smell and appearance of them should’ve tipped me off.
The next day, the 3 girls spent the whole day with us and showed us their favorite areas. Like before, I wasn’t tipped off by what they chose, even though they were cemeteries, graveyards, and haunted locations. When we asked what they did for fun, the girl I was with said “You’ll find out.” I thought nothing more of it, but started thinking that this girl wasn’t normal. They invited us home and we obliged. After taking a nap that day, I woke p and rubbed the back of my neck. I felt a tiny hole and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I had 2 small pinpricks on the right side of my neck and instantly remembered everything about the chicks. I thought they were pranking us, so I ignored it. My 2 friends also had marks on their necks. One of them suggested that the girls really thought they were vampires. I was thinking the same thing, but didn’t want to alarm them, so I held my peace. During dinner, we drank a really sticky and thick red drink. The girls said it was tomato juice. I tasted it and knew it wasn’t even close to tomato juice. I decided to get some info and asked if they believed in vampires. They told us only in mythical stories. Everyone knew vampires aren’t real. After dinner, my friends pulled me aside and both said in unison “That was blood we drank! Real blood!” I told them they were overreacting, but they were convinced that these chicks were followers of the Vampirism religion. I told them that I didn’t believe that for a second.
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I worked a small time park maintenance and upkeep job a few years back for a local park. It’s no Yellowstone, but I grew up there, hiking the hills and exploring the forests. When I got offered a job working there I took it without a second thought, even though it didn’t pay well – just my way of giving back to the park.
I have more than a few stories from my time there, trekking about with a shovel and saw for whole days at a time, but my favorite tale comes from a co-worker of mine, who I knew as Mikhael. Mikhael had a particular nickname among my fellow crewman – The Count. This was, as far as I could tell, in reference to his angular European face and dark black hair. The Count was around 50 or so when I met him, and yet he had such a love for the forest that he stayed in his part time volunteer job.
The Count was a very kind and gentle man – he would help out with anything you asked, was always kind and compassionate. Of all the things I remember about the Count, one thing that’s always stuck was his love of telling tales of adventures in his home county of Poland. His passion for said stories are part of why I log and spread them as much as I do today. The Count told, no pun intended, countless stories, and many of them I can recall somewhat. Only one of them has really stuck with me all these years later, and it was the last one he ever told me.
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So this story begins by just being any average day me getting ready for another day of school and things like that. I arrive at school and see my friend who I’ll call Josh for this story me and him get breakfast and head to to are p.e class and we talk for the entire class joking around. Move forward to are last bell or class of the day we get are stuff together and head out the class and walk to are House’s. Later that night we decide to hang out riding on are bikes we stop by are old friend Aiden’s house that at the time we didn’t know he moved. We see a small statue on the ground and broken class as if someone threw it at the first part of his door my friend Josh points out the missing door knob. He opens the door and as soon as it opens we hear whispering and by the sound of it glass falling on the ground. Me and my friend both jump making a long thud. And then two pairs of heavy footsteps going down the steps while I did carry a 4.5in pocket knife with me there was no was I could hold my own with two people soon after me and my friend bolt out of the house on to are bikes and haul off full speed back home we go to my house and take time to rethink what happened 5 or so days after o we stroll down the same street to find police all around the house. We go to the officer to ask what happened and his response had us both shocked his words were “there appears to be 2 murders” Now I can just imagine what would happen if we couldn’t get away in time.
Most people don’t believe me when I tell them this. Heck, I’ve had girlfriends aplenty break up with me because they thought I was lying, but I swear on my beautiful mother’s grave that it’s true. I punched the moth man.
“Now hold up!” you might say, “the moth man is more powerful than any mortal”, and with that, I may agree. But I have trained in martial arts for many years, and if anyone could get a jab in, it would be me. Trust me, you don’t want to make me mad. But enough about me, let me begin the story proper.
It was my beautiful sister’s wedding. She had decided to hold it outdoors by the river where we used to play when we were kids. She’s wiccan, so there were a lot of wards and totems around the wedding site. To this day, I believe that’s why the moth man didn’t accost the wedding party directly. Anyway, it was a great wedding. All my cousins were there and we played beer pong, as is tradition in my family. We then all took our seats, as father walked my sister down the aisle, but when she arrived next to her husband-to-be, she let out the ghastliest scream I’ve ever heard. She pointed to the river, which, to everyone’s surprise, was running red with blood.
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So let’s begin with at the time of this I was working at a local restaurant chain and I was working a swing shift, so I would often be alone. I would go in at 4am and open at 6am and then later in the week close the restaurant at 9pm and be there till 11pm for these hours I was alone. I am a female standing 5″2 and about 140lbs so an average 26year old.
Now I enjoy being alone, I liked the time to myself getting paid without dealing with people and cleaning or prepping for the day or the next day. But anyways, I didn’t really notice much of anything out of the ordinary at first, but one night I was about 15minutes till close and I had started cleaning up watching the clock and the empty parking lot.
Well no one had come in and finally it was closing time so I walked over to the door and pulled the neon open signs cord out and walked directly to the bathrooms. Now where I worked lots of drug addicts would use the individual bathrooms to shoot up or smoke etc so I always checked the bathrooms before I locked up.
Anyways I make sure to bang on the doors really loudly before I open the doors and make sure no one is inside before I turn off the lights and make sure to check the lobby.
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