Category: True Paranormal Stories

Worst Mass Murder in Arkansas

Just heard your Canadian story and noticed you are from Arkansas – curious as to what part – I am from Dardanelle/Russellville area – so this story that I am about to tell you hits extremely close to home.

And you are probably familiar with this area being from Arkansas. I was 12 years old at the time the murders happened and it was around Christmas time. My grandma had a police scanner so she heard all the up to date information.

Return of the Demon Panther

This  incident has happened more than once. Now you might remember my last story, About the demon Panther well,

Appearantly I’ve been having more experiences with this strange cat, I will  probably tell the other stories at another time, my FOR now this is my second story, I am a Junior in Collage now, and I was on my Christmas break with my girlfriend well call her Jasmine, she’s a Senior in my collage now,

A police officers paranormal encounter.

Hello My name is James Bunch and I had a crazy experience back in 2006. I live in South Central Kentucky and I had always wanted to become a police officer. After going through the application process I was fortunate enough to be hired. The Sheriff told me that I should start getting used to staying up all night because I was going to be starting night shift in 2 weeks.


The Troll Under the Bridge

Ok so first I would like to say that I’m a girl and that this story is happening fully from my perspective (this gets more important later).

I would also like to mention that this story takes place with my grandpa my uncle my dad and my two older twin boy cousins lets call them Ryan and Jack, also I am the only girl there because my twin brother who was unable to hike because of personal reasons stayed home with my grandma, aunt and mom. Now I can start my story, it was a holiday or maybe just a get together (sometime in summer). It was at my grandparents house. Behind there house is a huge woods which I loved to hike in up until this experience.

Shadow Thing Under the Bridge

A little backstory before I get into things, back when I was in year 10 of secondary school, our Religious Studies class got taken on a trip to the Holocaust centre, we had to go around writing down any information that might come in handy for our upcoming exams. The trip was actually very interesting, our class even got to sit with a real concentration camp survivor, listening to his story from all those years a go was certainly a very moving experience. At the end of the trip we all got to go and have a quick look in the gift shop, I decided to buy a rubber red wrist band, the kind of thing you might see people who work for charity’s giving out, they usually have the name of the charity or their website on them to help raise awareness for whatever it is they’re raising money for. Anyway this wrist band had the words ‘Genocide- never again’ written on it, I figured it’s a nice, fitting souvenir. I put it on my wrist as we walked out and that was that.

About a year and a half or so later, that red wrist band had never left my wrist, it wasn’t hugely sentimental or anything, I just never really saw the need to take it off, after all it was water proof and I just kind of forgot it was even there. The reason for me telling you about this wrist band will make sense later on.

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