By Kathleen

It all started when I was a small child. I mean, I must have been at least about four or five years old when paranormal experiences started to happen. At first they were benign, I would hear someone call my name and I would go to my mother and father and ask them what they wanted….

Thing is, they always told me that they didn’t call me. As I grew up it got worse, when I entered puberty I started to be attacked. The attacks started when I was about 14 years old when my mother considered me old enough to sleep by myself. I would go to bed, read a little bit and go to sleep. I would wake up not being able to breathe. It felt like I was being choked. After night after night this happened.

Unknown Sounds of a Frozen Lake

By Knight

This happened to me on a weekend in November 2015 on a trail about a mile or so east of Lake Mille Lacs in Central Minnesota. There is a smaller lake called Anderson Lake along this trail that I have walked by many times before and after this event, but this happened only once out of the many times that I have walked by this lake. I was fifteen when this had occurred, and have always been a believer in the paranormal, but I am not sure if this event can even be classified as paranormal as a whole, but in my attempt to record it I am not so sure.

I was walking along the trail to get to a side trail not to far from where this had occurred, I was alone with my thoughts for the most part. It was clear, sunny, and cold–cold enough that the lake was frozen over with thin ice. I had gotten about a few hundred yards from the offshoot of the trail when I heard this strange beeping sound coming from Anderson Lake, and it was hypnotic in some sense that I had stopped to listen to it.

Flooded House

By That TF2 Trolldier

A little backstory: my mom, dad, and myself live in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I won’t say what my address is for obvious reasons. A giant storm had rolled in from the Gulf of Mexico (not a hurricane, but more like an overgrown tropical storm), and it had been raining since the 11th. It rained all that Friday and non Saturday. Let me say that we live behind a drainage canal, a tributary of a bayou named Lively Bayou. The water in this tributary had risen considerably on that friday, but the water was dropping that saturday.

Later, we noticed that water in the canal was rising again, but very slowly. We thought that if the canal overflowed, we would have time to load up a few things and evacuate with plenty of time to spare before our house flooded, if the water even got that high.

My Experience at Camp

By Coolin

I am a very curious person, but this was a pretty crazy experience. I went to my church’s summer camp, where we stayed in a large house. My fellow campers told me a story about how they were up at a late hour, about 2 am where they all woke up. Shortly after they woke up they saw some kind of ghost.

After that, the stereotypical freak out took place. Another time, one other fellow camper told a story about how they were walking over to a mirror. Once he got there, (to the mirror,) he heard the most demonic noise floorboards could make. This was the deepest, most bass noise you had ever heard. But continuing on with my story.

The Things by the Bayou

By JohnnyBoy

My name is Johnny. I was around eight years old when I saw the “little men”, as I call them. I should start by saying that I grew up in a small, superstitious town in central Louisiana, so any little thing that happened that couldn’t be explained right away was blamed on “supernatural forces”, but I have never had an experience as vivid and real as this.

I lived in a small, three bedroom house with my mother and sister at the time. My father lived across town, as my parents were divorced. Our house was old and creepy, but not as creepy as it’s surroundings. To the north of our house, just across the street, was a levee that separated our road from a small patch of woods and a bayou. Now I usually tried really hard at that time to stay away from that area due to the fact that a few people had died in those woods, however, one gloomy day I decided I would walk to the top of the levee and try to see deer in the woods.

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