Demon at the zoo

This story happened about 5 years ago. Me and my teenage friends wanted to give ourselves a good scare so we decided to go to this old abandon zoo. To make it even more creepy we pulled up in the old parking lot at 3 am, you know devil’s hour. And to add the icing on the cake we brought a Ouija Board. After checking to see if there was any security there, we hopped the fence and looked for a good spot to use the board.

We decided to use the board by were the monkeys used to be. We put our hands on the Planchette and moved in a circle 3 times and asked the usual questions. After about 3 minutes of this one of my friends got bored and took her hands off of the Planchette. Now for those of you who don’t know, 1 of the most important rules was don’t take your hands off of the Planchette, so she broke the rules. After she took her hands off the Planchette, to our horror the Planchette started making a figure-8 movement.

This freaked me out but then I asked a question but now I really wish I didn’t. I asked what’s its name was. The Planchette stopped making the figure-8 and moved to the following: Z, O, Z, O. Zozo, its name was Zozo. I felt weird, I felt like laughing and I didn’t know why.

The next thing I knew was my friends over my face talking in frantic voices, shaking my shoulders, and crying hysterically. My friend Kate told me I had began laughing hysterically and started shaking violently. This had lasted at least 2 minutes before I came too. I was so done at that point that I almost forgot to say good bye with the Planchette. We burned the Ouija Board and left.

Take it from me, never ever use the Ouija Board, especially in an abandon zoo or a place like it.

Ghoul On The Hill

I’ve always expirienced some form of supernatural phenomeon throughout my lifetime. Most aren’t anything to write home about- easily dismissed by devoted skeptics eager to attribute that knock on the door to wind. Or the full bodied visage to spoiled beef.
That said, out of all my expiriences , nothing frightened me nearly as bad as one encounter three years ago…

It was about two-thirty in the morning. My ex and I had a nasty argument, and I had decided to walk off any lingering frustration and anger.

After thirty minutes of walking around aimlessly, I decided to head home, make peace with the ol’ battle axe and get some sleep. However….as I started to walk up the steep hill that lead to the house, something caught my eye near our walk way.

At first I couldn’t tell who or what it was thanks to the dimly lit streets of Coatesville. But as I gradually walked closer, I could tell it was a cloaked figure. I thought to myself “Okay…maybe they’re a LARPer”. Then he or she started moving. Almost instantaneously I felt a tidal wave of fear wash over me.

Due to the lighting and the figure’s head and body being shrouded, I couldn’t tell which direction they were headed. My fear was exasperated by the fact that they flapped the edges of their cloak as they walked like wings.

I found myself praying to a God I wasn’t sure I believed in…almost begging that they weren’t coming down the hill in my direction. I was absolutely frozen in my tracks as this thing flapped it’s cape ominously with each step.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it became obvious that they were walking up the hill rather than down. Gradually the fear faded as they got further and further. As soon as this thing was out of sight, my legs started to move again. I made a beeline to my front porch, pounding on the door for my ex to let me in.

Now, I can never be really sure what it was that I truly saw that night. As always I’m open to logical explanations. Although the few people I have told the story to at different times all have the same theory; A ghoul and/or demonic entity.

One thing is for certain though. Every subsequent encounter with the paranormal has been downright tame compared to that fateful night….

Screaming hills

I am a marine stationed in the United States. Me and several friends decided to go camping at a local Indian reservation camp ground for a three days to get away from the base and relax. We drove about 2 hours to this place and were greeted by very friendly native Americans.

One of them walked up to us and right away we noticed the man had an eye patch on his left eye. He asked if we were military and we said yes. He told us that he was in the army during Vietnam. After short conversation with him we proceeded and found a camping spot a little off the side of the road.

Only way to get up the step hill was with 4 wheel drive which we had.

The spot was like most, trees and an open area for a fire and all. It had a row of bushes on the side that went up a mountain and it had an opening to go through to the side.

The first night was like any normal camping trip. The next day we were all hanging around and I decided to go look for some branches for the fire that night. I went through the bushes with the opening in it and I found an open area with small bushes here and there all the way up this this small mountain. Almost immediately I felt something was off but I couldn’t figure it out. It almost felt like I went through a portal or something.

Nothing looked off it was just a gut feeling.

Like I was being watched from one of the bushes. So I kept front towards them just in case and had my hunting knife in hand. As I stood there I heard…. something.

I’ve been face to face with bears and mountain lions and all but I’ve never heard this? It was similar to a mountain lion but it was much lower tone. My blood ran cold like I just heard something demonic in nature. I looked around but saw nothing.

Then I heard it again louder and for what seemed like several seconds when i realized. It wasn’t coming from in front of me, behind me, to the left or right.

It was coming from all directions at one time.

I kept looking around desperate to find what direction it was coming from. As I looked up the mountain I saw something move. I didn’t get a good look but I remember it was larger then a bear yet it walked like a human. It was covered in dark fur. I stood there completely confused and then all of a sudden I hear one of my friends call for me.

I turn around and see him standing near the opening I came through.

He asked me where the hell I was and I told him I’ve been right here. Then asked why. He said dude you’ve been gone for an hour. We tried calling out for u. I looked at him puzzled. It couldn’t have been more then 2 minutes.

He assured me and showed his watch. Sure enough a whole hour passed.

He then asked me if I was sure I’ve been over here the whole time. I said yeah man.

I’ve been standing right here the whole time. He gave me a confused look and said he checked up here three times and I was not here.

I looked back up the mountain and noticed that the area was darker then I remember from the setting sun.

We walked back to the others and when I told them what happens they all thought I was joking around. Later that night the guy with eye patch stopped by with his son and we talked for a bit. One of my friends told me to tell him about what happened as a joke. The man looked at me with curiosity and asked what happened.

So I told him.

He looked at his son and they both looked back at me asked me if I saw it. I told him I only saw a glimpse. Did u see the eyes? He asked. No just the body. He sighed and told me I was lucky. He said he couldn’t tell me what it was but just told me I was lucky I didn’t see it’s eyes. That night I didn’t sleep and I was glad when we left.

I plan on going back there again just on the other side of the camp. Just thinking about this story makes me tear up from fear.

I don’t know what that was and DON’T want to know.

Black Eyed Lady

My boyfriend and I headed out to a state park near us. It’s far enough out so there is no noise or light pollution. It gets dead silent out there at times. You have to drive a few mile out of town. Its nothing but desert and farmland. Not a tree in sight until you reach the park. Once you pull in you can choose whether to go left to the nearest park side or turn right and drive out some more pass the bison to the furthest part.

This was before the park turned public so there was no curfew. So you could stay out there as long as you wanted without getting bothered by the police. It’s a really cool park, it actually has trees and ponds.

It’s a quick get away from life pretty much. Its so quiet and the privacy is nice.

We decided to go to the nearest side of the park.

We talked and walked around for awhile until it got dark. We laid in the back of his truck and looked at the stars and made out a bit. It was a beautiful summer night. It was getting late 1 or 2am so we decided to leave. There were a couple of cars out there but they left before us. It was really dark out there so he put on the brights to his truck.

We slowly made our way out of the park. We were about to turn and exit but there was a car entering.

There’s only one way to enter and exit the park. So we sat and waited. The car look like one of those stereotypical old lady cars.

I didn’t think anything of it until I notice it was driving very very slowly.

Almost like a “drive by.” It made me feel uneasy. We waited for this car to pass and it felt like it took forever. Since his brights were on we could see the car and driver very well. To our surprise it was an old lady. With short curly white hair and very pale skin.

She had to be in her 80’s. Both her old hand were on the steering wheel. She was very tiny and frail looking. What the hell was an old lady doing this far out of town at two in the morning by herself? She was facing forward and stopped her car in front of us.

She very slowly turned her head towards us. It was so slow and so creepy. She faced us and we froze.

I did even make a breath.

Her eyes were completely black. She didn’t smile or make any facial expressions, she just stared at us. She didn’t cover her eyes, squint, or even flinch at the brightness from our head lights. The blackness from her eyes made her skin look white.

Then just as slowly as before she turned her head forward. She slowly turned right and drove off into the darkness to the furthest part of the park. I don’t remember her headlight being on.

We both got nervous and scared and we quickly left. I was confused by the whole situation and have so many questions but I rather not ask. We live in New Mexico and we always hear stories of aliens and skin walkers but I don’t know what that was. Possibly a demon. We never stayed out there that late anymore. There’s a curfew set at that park now so even if we wanted too we couldn’t. It been 10 years since that happened and I still think about it often.

Ghost of Canton, OH Home

This started when I was in college 9 years ago.

I worked for a man named Bob K. Bob was a retired Volkswagen race car driver in the 70’s and had since became an automotive journalist. He had some health issues that resulted in him not being able to lift anything or move anything around.

I would go work for Bob twice a week inbetween classes and usually get lunch and $20. $20 is life when you’re in college.

This story is when Bob and his wife went to the SEMA car show in Las Vegas. He asked if I would watch his house for him and take care of his dog and bird. His dog, Bridgette, was a King Cavalier Charles Spaniel and literally the sweetest dog ever. In the year I had known her I never heard her so much as bark. She was soft, kind and loved a snack.

I left my dorm room on Friday after classes and went over to the house.

I proceeded to let Bridget out, feed her and the bird, get a snack and watch some TV. After a while I was tired and went to the spare room to get some sleep. Bridget was laying beside my when she let out a low growl.. “Very Unlike Her” I thought. Then I heard a crash downstairs.

I went to check it out and as I opened the door I noticed the light in the basement were on and saw that some boxes I had stacked earlier in the day were knocked over. I also noticed the doors the his crawl space were wide open with all 3 draw string lights still on.

I didn’t think to much about this because I was just down there the day before getting all of the now tipped over boxes out of the crawl space and into the center of the room.

In my mind I had probably just stacked the boxes to high. I hopped into the crawl space, walked back the 40ft to the first draw string light, clicked it and proceeded to do the same with the other two. I exited the crawl space and stacked the boxes a little lower to the ground. As I walked back up the steps I felt a chill go down my spine. I shrugged it off.

As I reached the top of the steps and shut the door I heard a crash downstairs once again.. I open the door and run down the steps to see all of the boxes thrown around the room and the door to the crawl space WIDE OPEN with all of the lights back on.. The lights that could only be turned on by pulling the string.. the lights I had JUST shut off not 5 minutes ago.

I go upstairs without touching a thing and as I get to the top of the steps my eyes start to water..

the hair stands up on the back of my neck and I realize that it feels like I am in the middle of the arctic circle without any clothes on.. I am frozen stiff. Bridget, that loving little dog, rips from my side and starts to chase something I cannot see through the kitchen, through the living room and down a hallway that led to the dining room.

There she stands, barking more ferocious than I ever imagined she could with saliva dripping from her snarled fangs. Barking up in the corner of the dining room.. at nothing.

I wasted absolutely no time.

I grabbed Bridget and ran outside to my car. I took her back to my dorm room that night and never returned to the house until the day Bob got home. I told him of my experience and he shrugged it off. I was paid and the house was still standing, that was honestly all he really cared about.

I tell his wife what had happened.She tends to have a more sympathetic ear to someone who terrified. Her face goes from the traditional pleasant smile to a very pale.. grim.. sad look. She then informs me she has also had experiences lately when she would clean or be active in the spare room I was staying in.

She later tells me… Bob had a brother who died in the bed I was sleeping in while he was visiting only a few months prior.

I do not know if what I experienced was Bob’s dead brother. All I know is that whatever was there.. was evil.