Let me start off by saying that I never realized how odd these things actually were until I looked back at my childhood and my teenage years that only recently ended. It’s possible that I may have some weird crazy mental illness or something, but I doubt that. Probably the one real strange thing is that some of these began to stop just last year during the beginning of spring. Anyways, I’ll start from the story my parents have told me. My first time hearing this it was from a conversation with my mom about how imaginative I was as a baby.
She said that I had an imaginary friend who she thought to be a parrot because whenever I would “imagine” it, I would stare at one specific spot above me when I was in my cradle and smile and giggle. Only one day while I was smiling and giggling at my so called imaginary friend, my mom was strapping me into a carseat and when she closed the car door, I stopped giggling and began to cry while staring at the same spot. She said she thought she squished my imaginary bird friend. It was a weird story because one of my oldest memories was a blurry scene of staring at a car door while crying. Of course, that could just be me visualizing the scene.
That was supposedly when I was one. The next strange event kinda was the first domino to fall. I was eating some cereal at night while watching TV when out of the corner of my eye I see someone move into the kitchen. When I looked I didn’t see anything. What’s worse is that I heard nothing and that my parents were outside at the time.
So, to start this off, I’ve also posted this story on Reddit, but I thought that the good folks of YouTube and SoundCloud (or wherever you are listening to this at) would enjoy this story do.
I am a 16 year old male, and I live in North-eastern Wisconsin. I am a Christian, which heavily affects this story later on.
Anyway, I live in a regular sized one story ranch-styled house with my parents and my two younger brothers. While my parents have had no strange experiences that I know of in our house, me and my little brothers have all had extremely frightening events happen to us during our stay in this house.
This isn’t actually my story, it’s my father’s. This was the night that the east coast was hit by a blizzard in mid march. My father and I take turns each night taking my dog for a walk in the dense woods area of the local park. It was my turn, but he just decided to take the dog anyway. Just for some context, the town we live in is a slightly more rural suburb of a larger city in America.
Also, my dad is a huge and scary guy that no sane man would want to fuck with willingly. So my dad goes and drives to the secluded part of the park late into the night during heavy snow only because my dog loves walks and loves snow even more. When he gets to the parking area he sees a man leaning against a tree at the edge of the lot rocking back and forth but my dad quickly dismisses it, thinking that he must be walking a dog of his own and just taking a break.
For a while nothing happens but as he advances along the path he notices a hooded man standing in the direct center of it.
To start off with some background I grew up in Midlothian Illinois, a suburb of Chicago. When I was five years old I loved car rides, like any other kid. It started out like any normal day when my dad asked for Gyros for dinner.
My mom mentioned a new Gyro place that opened up so we drove to that. I was a talkative little rugrat and never shut up, but on this specific ride my mom said she noticed I was talking until we hit an overpass.
The overpass was next to the Cook County forest preserve. I saw an odd green body of water and parked next to it was a black car the I’ve never seen before. Standing by the car were what looked like two men; one in black and one in blue. I was quiet the rest of the way to the Gyro place, and on the way back I tried to see that body of water again but never could.
One time when I was on vacation with my wife. We had decided to go camping in Redwing Minnesota. We set up camp next to the forest which was about 200 ft away from the lake.
Everything was fine until that night. When Michelle and I were about to go to bed I heard a sound down by the lake. It sounded really large since the rocks were crunching beneath it. I thought it was perhaps an Elk or something.
It began to come closer. The leaves crunched underfoot as if something huge was on top. I grabbed my flashlight and looked around but I couldn’t see anything.
I used to go to a college up north where there was a lot of forests and pine trees mainley. This was my first semester there and I had made a few friends, and overall I was doing just fine, obviously with the occasional homesickness.
One night, one of my friends wanted to go explore some woods, next to a creek, a relatively small body of water that a lot of kids went to, to smoke pot and that kind of stuff.
So, the next night a couple of my friends and I went there, to just camp out for a little, and talk about life and just have some fun. There names were Darius, Tommy, Nate and Jarrett. Nate being a childhood friend. We got to the edge of the creek, and set up a camp fire and just put down some towels since we were too broke to buy chairs.
I’d like to start this story by saying that the event that I am about to tell you actually happened, and is not exaggerated in anyway. I came across this channel by searching to see if anyone else had something similar happen to them. I found that some did, which is why I am here today, to make my story known.
Before I begin I will give some background on myself. I grew up in Nova Scotia Canada and moved to Ontario Canada when I was 7 years old with my father, mother, and younger brother. Every summer we would return to Nova Scotia to visit my grandparents and other family, all of whom are still there.
My grandparents live on a hill with forest’s all around them, they have a big back yard before it reaches the tree line, then it drops off about a 5 foot drop down before it hits the trees and shrubs.
I would say that I am a skeptic when it comes the paranormal, generally I tend to have a well grounded sense of reality and can find a logical explanation for most odd situations. I work as a Paramedic in a relatively large and densely populated county and I’ve seen a few strange things but this story takes the cake. I was 10 hours into my 24 hour shift working in the southern and most rural part of my county when our tones sounded for a Possible Suicide; immediately we hit the door, jumped in the rig, and pulled out of the station like a bat out of hell. The comments updated en route stating that we were responding to a hanging victim, hangings always give me the creeps, it’s the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife from grieving family members as well as the unnatural manner of death seen as a way out of the unbearable pain and torment some people experience. The boyfriend had received a call from her approximately 10 minutes before we arrived stating that she couldn’t do it anymore and then hung up, he immediately called 911 and arrived minutes before we did. He found her hanging and cut her down. I remember how something just felt plain wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The subject had no pulse or respiratory effort, we began CPR as Fire and Police arrived. We got a return of pulses on scene and transported to the hospital.
Afterwards we made it back to the station where I restocked the rig, completed my report, and tried to go to sleep. It was about 0230 when I was awoken to a general unnerving feeling, almost like when you wake up from a nightmare but I couldn’t remember any nightmare. My partner was asleep and I went outside to get some air. Now, this particular EMS station neighbors the Volunteer Fire Station in which we share a parking lot behind both stations in front of a field and forest. I remember how radiant the moonlight was, shining through the clouds and the blow of the cool autumn wind and the rustling of the trees and leaves. I was pacing the parking lot and praying with my rosary in my hands, saying a prayer for that young girl. It was exactly what I needed, so peaceful and soothing, that’s probably why I was taken so off guard.
I remember hearing the loud slam of the heavy metal back door hitting the brick wall of the Fire Station not 10 yards from me. This Fire Station is strictly volunteer and all of the firefighters had gone home, there were no cars in the lot other than mine and my partner’s, and even if someone were in the parking lot with me they would have had to have had a key to get into the station and I would have seen them since the lot was well illuminated, but there was no one. I stood frozen for what seemed like hours looking at this door that had just magically swung open, I finally snapped out of my stupor, drew my flashlight, and went to investigate. I went inside and searched the small station top to bottom with no sign that anyone was home. The air felt electrified and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, this sensation made me nauseous and I immediately noped the fuck out of there back to my station.
This story happened to me over the span of about 5 years, starting back in 1999 during my second year of middle school and ending near my 18th birthday. Before I begin, I’d like to apologize for the length of this story, as it really means a lot to me and I feel that I need to spend some time explaining all of the details. Now I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts and spirits and all that. Even now, I find it very hard to place my trust in the supposed paranormal encounters that I hear from time to time. However, these events that I’m about to share changed my life forever, and I will never think about life and death the same way again.
The story starts when I was 12 years old and attending 7th grade in Black Forest Colorado. I didn’t have many friends at the time because I was new to the area, and I was also a bit shy. I can’t even recall who I was friends with back then. However, I remember very clearly the day that I met her. She was a tall blonde girl who always had this sad and confused look in her eyes. Her name was Allie. I had seen her around the school before, and I knew that there was something a little off about her, like she had some kind of mental disability or something. Whenever I saw her she was always sitting somewhere by herself and drawing in her notebook.
People would make fun of her all the time because she was so quiet, like she literally never said a word to anyone. Ever. I actually thought that she might have been mute. It wasn’t until about half way through the semester when I noticed her standing near the school entrance, clutching her notebooks tightly to her chests, and looking as though she was about to cry. A few kids were holding up a picture that she had drawn, waving it around in the air while taunting her like a bunch of entitled assholes with nothing better to do than to humiliate this poor girl.