Now if you have read my last story, you should know we’re i live. I own a giant piece of land in hart county Kentucky, and I have had multiple weird encounters with creatures I don’t really understand. But I guess I’ll share this story since I have the time.
This happened just about a month ago, so I can remember pretty much everything there was to it. I was hunting in a 100 acre field. It was deer season and I hadn’t seen anything.
Until finally a doe stepped out into the field, I took the shot but it was almost dark at this point. But I decided to go ahead and wait a few more minutes to retrieve the animal. I called my brother and he told me that it was getting late so I should get it before the coyotes do.
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This isn’t my story but it is my dad’s. A bit of information about him, he grew up in Indonesia ever since he was born. Since he says this happened when he was around 10 years old, it would have taken place around 1974-1975. Now, my dad’s parents loved to collect old antiques. This would range from Buddhist/Hindu statues and statuettes to old books. According to my dad, one of the books that they collected had the ghost of a girl attached to it. He didn’t even know about it until a certain incident occurred:
My dad was hanging out near the pool in the yard of his house. To give an idea of what it looked like, the pool was about approximately 10 meters in length separated into 2 sections, a shallow end and a deep end. The pool wasn’t in the shape of a full rectangle either – the right side in between the shallow end and the deep end jutted out and was at an angle to make space for some stairs leading into the pool.
My dad walked on the perimeter of the pool to this point, minding his own business. It was then that he hears a girl’s voice tell him to play with him. My dad first thought it was his older sister but when he turned around, she was nowhere to be seen. Thinking nothing of it, my dad turned his gaze to the waters of the pool. In the water’s reflection, he saw the image of a girl. The girl repeated her question, “Won’t you play with me?” My dad was bewildered and knelt down to get a better understanding of what she looked like, but as soon as he knelt down, he said he was pulled into the water. My dad said he felt what seemed to be hands attempting to drag him down to the bottom of the pool. Fortunately, my dad managed to resurface and get the attention of his 3 siblings (2 brothers and a sister) and his mother who helped him out of the pool.
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I like to think I’m lucky, I’ve seen my fair share of paranormal and strange things and I’m only 15 years old. I’ve always had secrets and thoughts about someone the things I’ve seen and the connections I might have to them, and there are a few stories I’m willing to share.
When I was 11 years old, I went to an elementary school in Utah. I didn’t really like this school, and I thought it was weird and had a strange vibe. I had only a few friends, that weren’t really close to me.
Where the story starts, I believe was “parent-teacher conference”. Which if you don’t know already, is where your guardian meets your teacher after hours at the school to discuss how their student is doing. In this case, I was the student and the daughter that was dragged along.
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Hi Darkness! I’ve been following your channel for a while and wanted to pass you my story. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if my story is badly written, haven’t been writing in a while.
I guess I’d be called a literal happy camper. It’s a great place to make friends and a great getaway from any busy schedule. I’d consider myself as a camp connoisseur since I’m that person in class who consistently goes for every camp activity my school organises over the years. I mean why not? I find that the best way to bond people is to scare them shitless. You never know what stories lurk in the mind of another.
The story I’ll share is one of my favourites. It’s been passed by my camp leader Dave and faithfully called The Red House.
I’m Singaporean. Despite this tiny face-paced green metropolis, there are still many areas that aren’t publicly known and well hidden from development. An urban legend in itself were The Houses. They are considered Singapore’s oldest bungalow houses that span over a hundred years old. They were built between 1900-1940 as popular British Colonial homes for the British settlers on the island. All houses were designed single-storey tropical-style bungalow with four bedrooms and servant-quarters attached.Sadly, by the 2000s, most of them had been razed to the ground. The last one, The Red House, is where the story takes place.
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This happened when my brother and I were around eleven years old. We moved into a new apartment because we were finally able to afford it not knowing that we would leave it only a few months later. As side information the Korean side, my father’s side of my family is extremely religious and the same goes for me and my brother. My mother is more the rational kind of person. When we moved there one of our neighbors was greeting us.
My father was talking to him while my brother and I were standing in the doorframe of our room listening to their conversation. Yes, we were very curious about what they were talking, especially after we heard our names dropping in this conversation. After a few minutes, our dad called us over to say hello to him. We did and we talked a bit about how the school is at the moment and we were joking a bit about the fact that I look like I was adopted because I look so European while my twin brother looks so like he is 100% Asian. When we talked we heard glass shattering from the kitchen. Knowing that my mother had some circulation problems during her pregnancy, I walked into the kitchen to look after her when I was nearly running into her when she came out of the bathroom with a dustpan and a brush.
We were a bit confused. Then she said that she was cleaning the bath when she heard the sound of the glass shattering so she thought one of us dropped a glass or one of the bowls and she wanted to bring us the dustpan so we can clean it up properly.
We didn’t have any pets at this moment so we didn’t know how the glass fell to the ground but we shrugged it off. While I cleaned up the shards my mom was also talking a bit to the neighbor and said jokingly maybe this was a ghost. Something no one thought was funny. It turned out our neighbor is as religious as we are. When he left my mother was a bit complaining that this was just a joke and he shouldn’t take it so seriously.
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There’s nothing I enjoy as much in life as travelling. I’ll go anywhere from exotic Utah to deepest darkest Africa. I love absorbing the foreign customs and interacting with people whose cultures are so simple yet beautiful. I’m not just into visiting the big cities, Venice, Kyoto, Nuremberg, Salt Lake City. No, I avoid these tourist traps in favour of connecting with the common folk that live in the crevices of the earth. I also liked traveling because it allowed me a breath of relief from the nagging of my wife. I love my wife a lot but she’s a bit much at times. They tell you a woman’s period lasts a week but with her it seems to have lasted a lifetime.
Having spent the previous year tracking around the vast sandy deserts of Africa I decided to visit a place with a bit more culture and a lot less sand this year. I pulled up my ol’ trusty globe and spun it around. I dropped my fingers onto the curved surface of the globe. I know this technique is very cliche but I love doing it in front of my wife as it really ticks her off. It might seem a bit mean-spirited but I consider it revenge for all the times she ticks me off. Anyway I had to repeat this step multiple times as I kept hitting the ocean. After about two-dozen tries I finally landed on the giant green landmass known to us Americans as China. I almost immediately started packing my large travel bags and convincing the other bag(wife) to let me go. After 3 months I was ready to start my Asian adventure in China.
Now I’m not a China expert or anything so I didn’t really know what to expect. I read a few wikipedia articles and I fell in love. The landscapes (beautiful), the people (elegant and very attractive), and most importantly the government. My god the government. Like a well-oiled machine. How they deal with business and integration is a thing of beauty. Their construction projects were like works of God. And they way they deal with troublemakers is awesome and jaw dropping. If only we had voted for Hillary we could have had this in America.
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It was in the month of May 2015 when I went to Baguio, Philippines for an outreach program. We will be carrying school supplies to Lubo-ong, a school in the district of Hungduan on top of a mountain in Ifugao. We were the first to arrive at the rendezvous point in Uhaj and had to wait for other volunteers coming from Manila. On our first day, we stayed in the cottages, but we move to the library the following day to give way for other guests.
The library smells like what library ought to smell, old books. The room showcases a dead tree in the center, with branches reaching up to the ceiling where the light bulbs are attached. Its trunk has the light switch and power outlets where we can charge our phones. Ten of us will be spending the night here, and though there are only mattresses between us and the floor, it still feels cozy and comfortable. One of my friends noticed an old backpack hanging on one of the branches. Curiosity got a better of us, we decided to have a peek of what’s inside. It creeps us out when we discovered it contains a human skull without a jaw, so we put it back immediately.
We turn the lights off except for one, in case someone needs to go out and use the bathroom, we wouldn’t accidentally be stepping on anyone sleeping on the floor. It was quiet, we have our eyes closed, but I know none of us are asleep yet. When suddenly, I felt a presence as if someone is watching us. I opened my eyes and saw something lurking in the shadows beside the shelves. It seems to be a figure of a man wearing a yellow uniform. I stood up and turn the other lights on, but nothing’s there. Everybody stared at me. I said I thought I saw someone and point a finger on the corner from where I saw it. Some of them understood what I was talking about because they too are ”sensitive”. They told me it’s fine and it’s probably a ghost of a Japanese soldier, and continue telling me not to worry as they are harmless. I asked them “how come he’s wearing yellow?! They said they don’t know. I turn the lights off and went back to sleep. That night, I had a dream that I’m a Japanese officer arguing with my superiors because I don’t want to follow their orders.
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During the second half of 2011, I was accepted into a program for native English speakers to teach English to preschoolers in the ocean-side city of Hualien in Taiwan. The kids were adorable, I ate some spectacular food, and got to see the wonders of when urban life and rural life are mashed together in one place. There was a river that cut through sky scrapers that would have water buffalo grazing along its banks!
The people of Taiwan have graveyards filled with elaborate tombs and shrines dedicated to their ancestors. Since there are really no groundskeepers in the majority of these cemeteries, the shrines can fall into repair easily if the families don’t maintain the graves. When September rolled around during my six month term in the preschool, I was starting to feel a bit homesick and wanted to revive my interest in the paranormal to distract myself from the stress.
One day, I found the location of the closest cemetery on a local map and took a ride on my bike to the area so I could scout it out for a ghost investigation I wanted to conduct alone later that night. One thing that struck me was how quiet everything got once you stepped past the gate. The cemetery was in the middle of a busy residential area, but inside, the world narrowed into a morbid fantasy land of delicate architecture and the pictures of the people who had passed away staring back at you.
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This happened when I was 21 I’m 34 now. Back when I was dating my son’s father he had found us a small one bedroom apartment. We had nice neighbors that lived on the first floor that I liked going down and spending time with while my fiancé was at work.
After we moved in I noticed something really strange when I used the bathroom for the first time! I was going pee and I looked at the door to the attic which was located right in front of the toilet, it had seven different locks on the upper part of the door, I didn’t think too much of it at the time, honestly I thought maybe the previous tenants had small children and didn’t want the climbing the steps and falling down them.
My nightly routine was to brush my teeth and then lay in bed and watch the movie Practical Magic, it’s my favorite movie so I watched it pretty much every night to fall asleep. It was roughly a month since we moved in, on this night my fiancé had let two of his friends spend the night. My fiancé came to bed and informed me that his friends had both fallen asleep.
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This took place in a quiet little town on the edge of Minnesota where everyone knows everyone and the townies tend to be pretty nice. This was on a summer night about 9 or 10 years ago. Me and about 6 or 7 of my friends from school were driving around looking for something fun to do as teenagers like us get bored super-fast, we were driving on a back road when we came to a big brush patch with a huge group of trees. This struck us as odd because it was pretty much field road the whole time we were driving, then there was this huge patch of trees and brush, it looked like it was surrounding something. So being curious and fearless teenagers we decided to pull off and see what these trees were hiding. We took the right turn off of the field road, down a path through these trees and we reached a small house, it was abandoned. The house almost looked like a cottage; white paint was chipping off of the sides, broken screen door on the porch and many broken windows. This house looked like it hadn’t been lived in for many years. So the group and I decided to it would be fun to go and look inside this obviously creepy looking house and see if we could hunt the paranormal.
So a few in our group were hesitant on going in but I convinced then that we would all be fine and it would be fun. we all went in through the front door on to a porch, this porch looked like it would collapse if a small breeze blew, so we were cautious on stepping in, the porch held all of us, it still had all the furniture left on it, there was a small table with some broken chairs and then there was a metal porch swing, boards were missing off the back of it, and it was pushed up against the house. I was snapping photos of the house just in case there was something there I was able to catch it. So we kept heading into the house, it looked like a time capsule from the 70’s only with much decay, most of the furniture was broken down and falling apart, but the appliances were still intact. I instantly got a creepy vibe from this place. I felt like something more was there than just our group. So we kept going into the living room, we had cellphones and we all had our flashlights on.
There was an upstairs we started to go up the stairs and as soon as we hit the top I got an even creepier vibe. There was broken glass everywhere, and you could tell that there were children that lived there because of the room we saw straight in front coming up the stairs had a small bed that was falling apart and some left behind toys on the floor. We went into the child’s room and I instantly felt a huge rush of cold air, which was weird because the house was like a hotbox, and I should remind you it was middle of summer. I asked one of my friends in the group, let’s call him D, who was behind me if he had felt the cool breeze, he told me that he didn’t feel anything. I shrugged it off and the group kept on exploring this house, we left the upstairs and went back down to the living room. This is where I started recording video and started asking if anything was there and asking questions to the spirits.
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