Demon visit after breakup

So I’ve been wanting to post this for a while, but haven’t had an outlet(until now, thanks Darkness Prevails).I remember this all too well. I was 16 years old and It was September 9th 2016. It was around 8 o’clock and I was waiting to hear from my girlfriend about continuing our relationship, we hadn’t talked for about a month and were going through a rough patch, I won’t go into details. Just so you get how heartbreaking this was, she was almost a perfect match for me, we liked the same bands, had a good understanding of each other’s flaws and could easily live with them, etc. and when she officially broke up with me, I lost it a little bit and went on a walk to try to clear my head. I’m not going to lie, I was a little suicidal… pretty suicidal. I was seriously thinking about jumping in front of the next truck that passed by me, now keep in mind that I was pretty determined to jump in front of the next truck. I was about 1/2 a mile away from my house when I saw a black figure walking on the opposite side of the street a couple yards away, walking my way. As soon as the thing came into view I felt a genuine fear, an actual fear for my life, and then a part of me wanted to run towards it just to see if it was actually a demon and if it would grant me the sweet release of death, but something stopped me and I ran like hell in the opposite direction. I wasn’t really too religious before that but now I am and I haven’t had any encounters since. I’ve read a little on demons, and they tend to pick targets who are weak, or in a moment of weakness. Anyway if you take anything from this, just remember, suicide by demon is not the answer.

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my haunted 100 year old childhood home

Okay so this is going to be a long one so bare with me, this is my first time ever posting
about what happened to me and my family in my childhood home. First of all im going
to give you a bit of back story about my childhood home that was basically a nightmare
that i wasnt aware of until i was older. My mother and father were by no means well off
stable people when i was little, we lived in poverty for the majority of my childhood due
to my father intense drug and alcohol problems and some of the experiences i am going
to talk about may or may not have been experienced by my family under the influence
of different drugs or being intoxicated so keep that in mind while i tell my story. My
name is April i have no qualms in sharing my real name but my other family members i
will keep private for respect. Most of these stories will be experiences that i will be
sharing will be not solely my own but that of my mother, fathers, sisters and brother
i myself was so young i dont remember all of the things that happened to me but i do
have some memories of terrifying moments back then while i was small, i dont have
exact ages or dates either besides knowing this all happening at least almost 20 years ago. The home we lived in was a 100 year old whore shack or brothel that was used back in the day but by the time we lived there it had been a house owned by the church we used to go to that took pity upon my family and the poverty we lived in and allowed us to stay within the residence for a monthly fee that was very cheap. This house was one of many the churched owned. Now one with my story.

The first thing i want to share is the experiances ive personally had and remember
happening to me while we lived there. First memory is talking to the evil small boy who
lived within our home, i do not remember his face but it is the stuff of nightmares
because in my dreams where i almost see that little boys face i wake up screaming, this
leads me to believe its something ive shut out of my memory for a good reason. But this little boy enjoyed me for some reason, he used to try and take my dolls and toys from me while i would be alone playing in the room me and my sisters shared. My family tells of me how they would hear me yelling at someone or something to give me my dolls back! I being my young self i probably didnt sound threatening but obviously annoyed enough for them to worry for me and call out my name and ask me if i was alright and i would always reply with “yes” before going back to yelling at this evil entity to give me back my dolls and or toy.

The second experience is one that still leaves my stomach in knots and my skilled chilled with goose bumps. One day my mother and i were outside, i remember this day so specifically not only due to the experience that happened that day that is so haunting but because my mother and put me into a dress and used those hair accessories that had balls on them that have elastic bands (im sure someone has to remember these god awful things that mothers used to put in your hair in the 1990s-2000s) and put my hair in pigtails or commonly known as Pink Tails where im from and i was just furious at her because i absolutely HATED both dresses and Pigtails. The reason this is significant is because while we were outside someone in a bright red truck came and stopped and the driver was talking to my mother and i was embarrassed of my outfit and hair so i went inside to hide from the stranger. This was a HUGE mistake. Because as soon as i went inside there was this doll sitting in a box for one reason or another and it was one of those dolls that back then was made to shut its eyes when laying down and opening them when sat up. Well this doll was laying down just enough to have its eyes closed and for some reason something drew me to this doll of mine and then suddenly and horrifyingly the eyes shot open on their own! I turned tail and sprinted back outside, outfit and hair bedamned, all embarrassment leaving my body and now riddled with utter terror wanting my mother to protect me and ran straight into her arms screams “mommy! mommy! the dolls alive!” and she tried to reassure me that it wasnt while sheepishly trying to also reassure the drive whose face was now twisted in worry and concern by the panic and fear i had shimmering off me like a pulsating light that i was fine and just being a kid. But my mother knew i wasnt lying and she knew i wouldnt show my face infront of other people looking the way i was looking unless absolutely forced to. I dont remember how she managed to calm me down but she did and i went back to playing as soon as the stranger left.

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my haunted 100 year old childhood home

Okay so this is going to be a long one so bare with me, this is my first time ever posting
about what happened to me and my family in my childhood home. First of all im going
to give you a bit of back story about my childhood home that was basically a nightmare
that i wasnt aware of until i was older. My mother and father were by no means well off
stable people when i was little, we lived in poverty for the majority of my childhood due
to my father intense drug and alcohol problems and some of the experiences i am going
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name is April i have no qualms in sharing my real name but my other family members i
will keep private for respect. Most of these stories will be experiences that i will be
sharing will be not solely my own but that of my mother, fathers, sisters and brother
i myself was so young i dont remember all of the things that happened to me but i do
have some memories of terrifying moments back then while i was small, i dont have
exact ages or dates either besides knowing this all happening at least almost 20 years ago. The home we lived in was a 100 year old whore shack or brothel that was used back in the day but by the time we lived there it had been a house owned by the church we used to go to that took pity upon my family and the poverty we lived in and allowed us to stay within the residence for a monthly fee that was very cheap. This house was one of many the churched owned. Now one with my story.

The first thing i want to share is the experiances ive personally had and remember
happening to me while we lived there. First memory is talking to the evil small boy who
lived within our home, i do not remember his face but it is the stuff of nightmares
because in my dreams where i almost see that little boys face i wake up screaming, this
leads me to believe its something ive shut out of my memory for a good reason. But this little boy enjoyed me for some reason, he used to try and take my dolls and toys from me while i would be alone playing in the room me and my sisters shared. My family tells of me how they would hear me yelling at someone or something to give me my dolls back! I being my young self i probably didnt sound threatening but obviously annoyed enough for them to worry for me and call out my name and ask me if i was alright and i would always reply with “yes” before going back to yelling at this evil entity to give me back my dolls and or toy.

The second experience is one that still leaves my stomach in knots and my skilled chilled with goose bumps. One day my mother and i were outside, i remember this day so specifically not only due to the experience that happened that day that is so haunting but because my mother and put me into a dress and used those hair accessories that had balls on them that have elastic bands (im sure someone has to remember these god awful things that mothers used to put in your hair in the 1990s-2000s) and put my hair in pigtails or commonly known as Pink Tails where im from and i was just furious at her because i absolutely HATED both dresses and Pigtails. The reason this is significant is because while we were outside someone in a bright red truck came and stopped and the driver was talking to my mother and i was embarrassed of my outfit and hair so i went inside to hide from the stranger. This was a HUGE mistake. Because as soon as i went inside there was this doll sitting in a box for one reason or another and it was one of those dolls that back then was made to shut its eyes when laying down and opening them when sat up. Well this doll was laying down just enough to have its eyes closed and for some reason something drew me to this doll of mine and then suddenly and horrifyingly the eyes shot open on their own! I turned tail and sprinted back outside, outfit and hair bedamned, all embarrassment leaving my body and now riddled with utter terror wanting my mother to protect me and ran straight into her arms screams “mommy! mommy! the dolls alive!” and she tried to reassure me that it wasnt while sheepishly trying to also reassure the drive whose face was now twisted in worry and concern by the panic and fear i had shimmering off me like a pulsating light that i was fine and just being a kid. But my mother knew i wasnt lying and she knew i wouldnt show my face infront of other people looking the way i was looking unless absolutely forced to. I dont remember how she managed to calm me down but she did and i went back to playing as soon as the stranger left.

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Abandoned hospital

I’m a 26 year old female from Saskatchewan, Canada. My story happened about a decade ago, but it has been cemented in my memory. Even though I think of what happened often, I rarely share it with anyone because the people I have shared it with, either don’t believe me or think that I’m exaggerating.

Any ways, being a teenager in a
small prairie town, there wasn’t
many choices for entertainment
besides going to a fast food joint
or getting a coffee. That gets old
very fast and you find other
sources to pass the time. Myself
and a group of friends resorted
to exploring the few abandoned buildings our town has to offer.

The one we most frequented was a 3 story abandoned building with all windows boarded up on the first floor, which actually benefited us because it made people think the building was inaccessible and we would never have to worry about visitors or even police officers. We had a choice of pulling a piece of plywood aside and crawling into the first floor, or climbing up an outside arch to the second story where the windows were broken and safe to climb through. After countless times of our first story entrance being nailed shut, we would always use the second alternative.

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It watched me the whole time – Duplicate

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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The Ghost Girl in my Dad’s pool

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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The Red House

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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The Gwisin in the Apartment – Duplicate

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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I saw a phantasm in rural China – Duplicate

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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