Ok so lets start off by stating the obvious as the title says there is an idiot involved well I’m the idiot. Back in high school I was hanging out with this group of friends I had made. I had the hots for this girl and she was dating the head of the group. You know typical high school shit. Well they where in to witchcraft and I being the noob in the group didn’t know they first thing about this stuff. So the head of the group tells me he can teach me and that i have decent potential thanks to my aura. (for those who don’t know that’s the energy field made by all things) He tells me that my aura is different then most. Where most people either have a defensive or offensive aura mine is a combination of the two. Well this was the first time I had been told I was different then normal so I was sucked in. Several weeks later after I had been with the group for a while and we all thought it was a good idea to go out to “train” me a little in energy manipulation. We all went to this small patch of woods near a lay line that runs threw my home town and I was supposed to try taping into it and make and energy orb in my hand. I sat there trying to meditate and open my self to the energy of the lay line and all that happened was I felt stupid. I know how it sounds the group was probably making fun of me while I was siting there looking like a moron again I am the IDIOT mentioned above. Well its been what felt like hours to me and all I could feel from the energy around me was cold I decided to get up and ask what I’m doing wrong. The group is now all looking at the park across the river and I walked over they were all quiet and I couldn’t tell why but then I seen him. Standing on the bridge that spans across the river was a man. He was roughly six and a half feet tall I was only six foot tall at the time and being a high school kid with more testosterone then commonsense I spoke up first. I asked the guy who he was and what he was doing out here it was about 2am at the time. He stepped into the light of the full moon and leared at me. His response to my question was simple and and direct. “I’m not here for you now I want them” he was pointing at two of the group members from before I was part of the group and they looked petrified. I had no idea why this guy was in a pin striped suit and looked like a punk but I did get an eerie feeling. Well simple math time one six foot two hundred pound testosterone fulled high school kid plus girl he wishes to impress equals bad idea central. So I step up and tell the guy he’d have to go threw me first. Then he makes a statement I didn’t buy at the time but after this yeah I don’t think he was joking. he looks me dead in the eyes and with a glare that would kill you dead on the spot if looks could he said to the group “”I am Belial and they are owed to me.” Well after that I’m thinking this guy is just some asshole making fun of us and I actually laughed at him. Well needless to say he didn’t like that so I ended up with a fist to the chest and believe you me that was the least shocking thing to happen just then. As he hit me I seen a blast of black and metal gold flame exploded around his fist as he made contact with me. I ended up with a nasty bruise and a mind numbing headache. He ended up with what looked like his hand had been shoved in a fire. Flesh charged to black flakes and bones showing across the surface of his fist where he made contact. I stood up now fully aware I just had my ass handed to me but to pissed to care. when i went to make a move the head of the group stopped me and that’s when I noticed the man was GONE. like he was never there the only thing left the smell of burnt meat and sulfur. Shortly after that we stopped getting together and those to he had indicated left town with in that week. Moral here is that you never know who your friends are till you meet there demons.
this is short and simple, but here we go…
one night i had been in trouble , so it was already just a bad day…
when i was heading towards bed i realized that the floors were creaking by themselves…
i figured that it was just my imagination and went to bed, but that night i woke to a
screeching scratching noise on my window followed by three pounds…
I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a while now. I go to college in Oklahoma City and learned an aquaintece of mine needed a place to stay. Apparently the shabby place he was living in had been condemned and I knew his parents had died in a car crash a few months prior. He was a really nice guy and I cleared it with my parents, who I still lived with. He really appreciated the offer but initially declined. We were both 22 at the time, but he said he had a little sister who lived with him who was 10 years younger. I again cleared it with my parents and then the guy was happy to move in.
I want to make it clear that I don’t mean this in any sort of incestuous way, but the guy was completely devoted to his sister. He even joked about it, saying that whatever she wanted she got, but she was far from spoiled and never really asked for anything. She always offered to help out around the house and if she asked for something it was stuff like for one of us to drive her and her friends to the mall or to watch cartoons on my friends laptop.
One night we had a family dinner, which ended in a game of cards, which the little sister didn’t know how to play, so she asked to watch cartoons in the living room and fell asleep on the couch. As soon as my friend noticed he popped up and covered her with a blanket. We all chuckled at his attendance to her. Now, at this point he and I had had quite a few beers and were a bit tipsy. He laughed and nodded as he sat back down and then said something that startled us.
I had glitch today. It was small and quick and when it happened I just thought to myself “wow, there’s been a change in the matrix”.
I don’t have a car, so I walk everywhere. I was walking along a short stretch of the main road and I noticed a very distinct car. I noticed it because it was on tall but thin fancy wheels. The kind that are just for showing off. And the rims were golden in colour at the edges. And the car’s paint was a noticeable, not mass produced, emerald green with gold highlights. A very eye catching car.
It drove past me headed in the same direction as me just before a small, but wide, bridge. The way they were going none of the stores had drives to loop back behind me. There’s a way to drive a circle but it’s a very long walk or a drive that’s at least going to take 7-10 minutes, but you’d have to turn right at the nearest street, and I watched the fancy car go straight.
The bridge that I first saw the car at was only about 50-60 feet long maybe less I’m a terrible judge of distance. Amongst all the many many cars that drove past me (this is a very busy road), the green and gold car stood out because it was my high school colours. By the time I finished crossing g the bridge, around 30 cars had sped past me when suddenly, coming from the same direction as it had before, was the car. Going the same way and going straight once more at the nearest cross street.
Ghosts are entities that cannot be explained. The word supernatural is just a word meaning out of the ordinary. Paranormal however, is specifically relates to legends, and Lost Souls, able to be seen. Accounts of spirits being spotted are sometimes made up. The term, “Seeing shadows from the corner of my eye” sometimes is just your hallucinations. At other times, the shadows are real. I have come into experience with the paranormal. Hearing voices all the time. But one time, the voices were caught on purpose. Ever since then, I have been a big believer in the paranormal. At the time of this story, I was skeptical about the subject. I decided to do ghost hunt in my own home. Neither of my parents were home, so there is no other explanation for this. I was recording this too. I lost the video due to phone storage. I walked around the house, asking random questions, but nothing so far. Suddenly, my body went cold, ice cold. I was using a screen recording app to capture it instead of a normal camera. Suddenly, the camera caught a face, or what might have been a face. I noticed and my face went pale. With a shaky voice, I asked, “If someone is here, can you turn on my xbox?” I knew that ghosts could mess with electric frequencies. Not but one second later, I hear this chilling word, that I will be imprinted in my mind forever. Right in my ear, I hear something say, “No”. That was truly enough to scare the crap out of me. I turned around, to find nothing, nobody. I was scared out of my skin. I ran into the next room. My dog, who normally finds someone running as playing and always follows, stayed in the room I ran from, which meant, the thing was following me, and was with me. After all that excitement, I rewatched the footage, too see what I had captured, it got everything, from the supposing face to the whisper. I instantly showed my friends, they said I had faked it all, but deep down, I know what happened, I experienced it. This, was all, real.
Me and my mom both experienced a glitch in the matrix today. We went to a mall and after buying some things, we stopped at a nearby supermarket for some bread and then went to the church in my hometown to pick up a bulletin and throw away some newspapers. After that was done, we proceeded to go straight home. I have to park in the back of my house right beside a garage because the street in which I normally park is filled with cars.
As I was driving up the back alley, me and my mom see my dad’s car parked on the other side of the garage.
After I park the car, me and my mom go to the backdoor to find it locked. Whenever someone is home, the backdoor is always open and fans are turned on to keep the house cool. Clearly, it doesn’t work. As soon as I unlock the door, I start looking for my dad but, he isn’t home. I open the basement door to see if he’s down there but the lights are out.
Glitch in the Matrix? Or is it just our doppelgänger. Either way we never felt anything malicious or malevolent
Story #1 it’s about 7pm, I’m bathing my kids in an upstairs bathroom with the door open. It faces the stairs, literally 2 feet away.
As I’m drying off my son I see my husband come up the stairs and turn left to go into our bedroom. I immediately think that’s odd that he didn’t enthusiastically acknowledge us like he usually does when he comes home for work but it’s possible he is just exhausted, the poor guy!
After getting my son dressed I tell him to go to my bedroom and give dad a kiss to cheer him up while I finish dressing my daughter.
My son comes back a min later saying he isn’t in there. Come to find my husband didn’t even get home yet. There was no mistaking that the man climbing the steps was my husband (wearing his scrubs and all) but no one was home apparently except us
This story occurred when I was in, I would say, the third grade. I can’t explain it, and if anyone else can, I’d be happy to hear it. I still look back at this, and I still feel the cold, dead feeling when I saw what I call “The Void”. Pleas enjoy, and here is my submission.
I play PC, never had an XBox or anything. The one I did have, it died. However, that doesn’t matter. One night on the weekend, I was playing up late my bedroom, around 11:30, just some Team Fortress 2. I was playing, and my mind told me, hey, turn around. Someone is in your room with you. Instantly, I shifted my eyes a small amount to my left. What I saw froze my bones. I saw a black void, but also a man dressed in all black. He wore a wool trench-coat, a fedora, black slacks, but no feet, just legs on the void. I just stared, my senses except my sight and fear going totally numb. I kept staring, until he smiled, then did the “come here” motion with his finger. I jumped up, and the void faded. I mean, it looked like the light set it on fire, it just burned up. I looked around, still hearing a humming sound in my ears, and my skin was ice-cold. I ran out my door, the fastest I’ve ever ran in my life, to my dad’s office where he worked on days he stayed home from his job, working there,. I started screaming and crying, “There’s someone in my room! Someone’s in my room!”. My dad jumped up, running into my room.
The room was completely empty. He looked at me, infuriated. “Is this a joke? Is this supposed to be funny? Go to bed, it’s late.”. I just looked around, in my closet, in all my drawers, but found nothing. The humming sound was very faint, and my skin was beginning to warm up again. I crawled into bed, and I did not sleep. Not for 2 whole days, until I had told myself that nothing was there.
I’ve had some fairly creepy moments in my life, but none of them have left me as puzzled as these three separate events.
I live in a small, suburban area of Ohio. I’ve gone to the same school my entire life, never moving once. Our school used to be separated into three different parts: The primary school, which was pre-school through second grade. Then there was the intermediate building, which was third through sixth grade. Finally, the high school housed seventh grade through twelfth grade.
At the time of the first story, I was in fifth grade. Now, I won’t say that my memory is golden, but this particular event still sticks out as it often comes up in conversation with my friend who was also involved, named Lilly.
Classes had just ended for lunch break, and so I went to my locker to fetch what I had packed. I will admit, I was a little slow, and so Lilly and I got cut off from the rest of the crowd. When we started walking towards the lunch room which was right next to the gym, I noticed how strangely quiet it was. Normally, it wasn’t like that since fourth graders were typically in Physical Education at the time, so it was extra loud in the lunch room, since the only thing separating both areas was a thin divider that acted as a wall.
I an a 21 year old guy living at my parents house with my fiancé and 3 week old new born. We live in the United Kingdom about roughly an hour away from London, the town I live in to put it bluntly is shit too. So before I get into the story I want to stress that what has happened to me has gone on for nearly 2 years and is still going on at the minute hence why I’ve written this all down here because I could do with some grounded thoughts and opinions as to wtf I should do.
So basically imagine you’ve just walked out the house; you’re standing at the top of the sloped driveway on a dead end road with a lower school or elementary I think you Americans call it to the left hand side. Also to the left hand side on the outside of the school is a long path made of red and black with a white line separating the two colours and this path stretches a good I’d say roughly 750 meters and at the bottom is something the locals of my town call “the mushroom” and it’s along this pathway where my story takes place.
January 2017 was when I first saw them, I was walking home from a friends house after having chilled out with her for a couple of hours. Now before I go any further I should point out that I was severely depressed at the time and on medication. But anyway I was walking and I had reached passed the mushroom and was beginning the walk back up the alley way to my home, I’d got about halfway when I noticed at top by the side of my house were about six pure black figures. They had no facial features and as i got closer I noticed that I couldn’t see any parts that would make them recognisable as a person. When I say that I mean it as in they were standing like a person would…but the vibes I was feeling off them as I got closer were ones of danger and unease. Instead of walking straight to them I took an alley to my right and made a beeline up it, to this day I still don’t know why but when I looped around and came back to my house up my street the figures were gone. I looked down the pathway and I could see them…don’t ask me how they got down there but they had somehow ended up at the other end of the pathway down by the mushroom. I remember my thoughts being “hahaha, no fuck that” as I headed inside…but this was only the first encounter.