Tunda

By Shadowswimmer77

The Journal of Tomas Wicker

November 3, 1910

There are a thousand ways to die in the Colombian rainforest.

I first gained this appreciation as a boy when, in a questionable bit of parental inspiration, father allowed me to accompany him to inspect our family’s South American holdings, in particular a coffee plantation located on the eastern slopes of the Andes. The expedition was considered almost routine, the chosen path well known to our guards and guides, yet even so we encountered no small number of difficulties in our travels.


The Trail

By Halmond

It was sometime in August, I decided to go for a hike that would last till about 11:00 PM since I was a bit nervous for my upcoming exam and hiking takes off some nerves, As I entered there were only about 3 cars, One was really shaggy looking with dents all over.

There was a Man, Maybe in his forties just sitting there starring at me as I went onto the trail. 30 Minutes into the hike I see him taking a different trail but stopping and starring at me once again. It was starting to get dark at about 9 PMand that’s when I heard leaves crunching behind me. I turn my flashlight around and to my surprise, nothing was there.


Hooded Figure or Creature Beside my Bed

By TheGirlyIdealist

This happened me a year or 2 ago. Which means I was around 13 to 15. Before this happened I was in my room on my laptop watching Youtube videos like I always do.

I have no real routine and do whatever I want most of the time. My sleep pattern is all over the place, so I have no idea what time this was. After some Youtube watching I go to sleep. When I woke up I felt normal and nothing was out of place, until I looked beside me. I saw a hooded figure staring right at me.


My One and Only Papa

By RuneKitty

Alright when I was around five years old my Papa got really sick and had to be on life’s support. He soon passed away and me and my mother and others went to his funeral but only me and mother stayed there all night long.

I didn’t cry at all even when I saw him but I guessed I was in to much shock. My mother let me in the casket and on top of him to let me hug him one last time before going. Once I came out I was feeling light-headed and really relaxed.


The Ghost Shark

By Herb

This story takes place this previous summer. I want on vacation in Greece I was always one of those kids who would love the water and ocean and the animals in it.

I was always fascinated by sharks and i had a to close experience with them before so I have been somewhat paranoid but nothing like this. I was swimming in the ocean which I was doing everyday so I could keep in shape. One day i was swimming to the 3rd set of floating balls that you see in the ocean which was close to 100 feet out.


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