A Twisted Obsession

By Ph30

This is a story that was in the making for years , but it was realized only last year at what full extent it actually was.

Long time ago in 2007 i was sick and tired of my homestead, and wanted to move. I found new place to move to, and i got help with the luggage etc . On a forum for us hunters and shooters in Norway that now sadly is closed, the forum it was where i got in touch with people that helped me get a new life. Read more “A Twisted Obsession”

The Shadow Man

By Alias

I don’t know how to make this not sound batshit crazy and you’re welcome to believe me or not. I just want to share this. I’ve only ever found one other story by someone with a similar experience. Well, here’s mine. Where do I start? Alright, there’s a figure that acts like a guardian angel in my life. It appears unnerving but is actually calming and kind. It follows me wherever I go.

I call it the shadow man. It has a proper name but I’ll keep that to myself. I see this entity in my dreams. It started when I was little when I’d have reoccurring nightmares about demons coming for me. Which makes little sense since i had no concept as to what a demon was. 3 different kinds. Black masses that would swallow me and taste me. Grey ones that looked like thin or starving people with no noses and just sits for nostrils. They would measure me like they wanted to make sure my soul fit in something. Read more “The Shadow Man”

The Stranger who Sang to Me

By Maddie

I’ll start off by saying this is completely true and I still have no idea what happened, as well as give necessary background information. I am female, teen-aged and living in Canada. My town is nearly center on the provincial map and has pretty wacky weather. I, not driving yet, am glad to walk all over town so long as I have proper clothes needed. Like I said, background info.

It was a Friday, and I was supposed to meet up with my girlfriend and get ice cream, however when she couldn’t make it, I decided to go on with the plan anyways, getting my ice cream and sitting at the park across the street. The park was lively, even though it was almost dinner, and I sat down with my pokemon GO open, flicking pokeballs whenever and getting the three pokestops that were surrounding the benches I sat at. It wasn’t until I closed the app and looked around that I noticed a man taller and more muscular than I walking over to me. Read more “The Stranger who Sang to Me”

Jack’s Back

By Skin_Writer

Alright, this isn’t my story, it’s my Stepdads. We got to talking about ghosts and ouija boards while we were on vacation, and he told me she bone chilling story involving his experience with a ouija board. This is what I can remember from what he told me. One of my stepdads buddies was going through a phase where he was obsessed with Jack the Ripper.

After hearing about the prospect of talking to spirits using a ouija, he bought one and asked his friends to come do a session with him. My Stepdad and a few other of unnamed friends went. His friend called on the Spirit of Jack the Ripper. And he actually got a response. They made sure that they weren’t jacking with each other and one of them wasn’t moving the planchete. Read more “Jack’s Back”


By airsickness

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”