About 2 years ago, in a small town in Arizona, I was staying with my grandparents because my family and I were moving but needed a place to stay at for a few months. It was a typical stormy night with very loud and hard wind, making the mobile house shake and groan. My family was going to my cousins mission calling in Utah, however I stayed home because I was sick, feeling literally under the weather.
I was sitting in the living room watching 90’s kids cartoons and then I suddenly heard a knock on the door. That was odd considering it was 10 p.m. and my grandparents only get visits from older people which I was sure would never be up this late. Anyways I went into the kitchen and looked out the window over the sink looking onto the porch. No one was there.. I thought to myself that it was probably just the wind. I sat back down but then heard someone call my name, in my grandmas voice. I was shitting in my pants by then. Read more “Skinwalkers”
By Kitty Kreeper
I was living in California at the time of this event.Before we moved in our neighbours told us someone told us someone was murdered in the bathroom.But my mom ignored it since it was a cheap house and that’s all she could afford.I was nine at the time so I didn’t pay attention to what they said since I was already picking my bedroom.
So it was about a week after we moved in and it was about 12:00 pm and I was watching a documentary on aliens. I was quite a smart and mature child and I was very independent. My mom was out shopping. So I was home alone since my mom and dad divorced a while ago. Anyway while I was watching the documentary the television suddenly turned static and started making a loud crackling noise. It did this for about 10-15 minutes. Then the screen suddenly turned black,but then I heard drawers being opened and closed violently. Read more “What Happens in the Basement?”
Okay before I start this there’s a few things you have to know about me. I’ve always considered myself empathetic or psychic, even my extremely conservative mother believes this saying I used to talk and stare at random places.
This all happened when I was in 4th grade so about 8 years old. I had never had an issue sleeping but for some reason I began to fear the dark and sleeping alone. This when on for a year, every night I either slept with my mother or grandmother in fear that if I was to sleep alone something unspeakable might happen to me. This phase ended around 5th grade when I finally started taking medication for my sleep anxiety. Reasonably I was told by my mother on of the creepiest things I could imagine. Read more “I Was Afraid of the Dark”
This all happened one night at a campground we stayed at. I’m more of an indoor person so camping wasn’t really my thing. I couldn’t stand sitting outside for a full weekend with no internet but I do like to explore. This happened when I was 13. I wasn’t as tall and strong as I am now but I wasn’t a push over.
Me and my friend that I’m gonna call Blake went out to explore like every other kid our age would do if they where bored. It started with a river we crossed then some hills followed by this farm we reached. There weren’t and no trespassing signs so we entered. It was so cool with a bunch of tall grass we would run around in. With it still being around 1 in the afternoon we decided to play a game. The game went like this. One person had 60 seconds to run off while the other stayed and closed their eyes. Read more “The Farmer”
Hello, my name is Alyssa. I have a story for you. I am currently seventeen years old. My encounter with the paranormal happened when I was sixteen.
My story takes place around May or June of 2016. It was moving day. I was currently helping my step mother move. Since I had not seen the new house, I went with my uncle to go see it. While waiting for my family, my uncle began telling me that my oldest brother, Mando, himself, and his on-and-off girlfriend had been visiting haunted places and playing the Ouija board for that last two week, but kept returning to this farm house for the last 5 days straight. Read more “The Barret Ranch House”