I live in Canada, Alberta. I wont say where as to keep my privacy.
I have been working in a Super8 Hotel for over 5 yrs. I dont mind cleaning rooms and
get to meet interesting people.
Before I get into the story, I will share a little bit of my background. My family have
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I’m a 34 year old man. My encounters have happens to me as long as I can remember. But the one story that I tell ever one is about the black knight. I’m from Chicago Illinois, but during summer, and breaks Christmas we would help down to West Virginia to visit family. To get you prospective my grandfather house is set in between 2 mountains and a underground streams. Up one side of the hill is a civil war graveyard. The 1st time I seen the knight, I walking home from the store I could see a black figure lurking over to our right. It was a in between a winter/spring day. There was snow but it was also warming up. So pretty nice to get out and walk. More on that later. As I was walking I keep I eye on the black figure. He was jumping from tree to tree. Not like a monkey. I don’t know how it was doing this. But every time he jumped you could hear the claws and bark of the trees make a horrible sound. I was scared shit less and automaticity I seen my grandfathers house. I had the fight or flight mode come over me. I took off. Running as fast and as hard as I could. Jump over bushes. Running into thorns. Tree limbs smacking me in the face. In front of me is the creek. I do the best jump running long jump I could and make it over the creek. I made it. I turn to look back to see if I could see the black figure. It came to a complete stop. Just looking at me. It’s dark red eyes staring at me. My heart pumping. I hear my grand father shouting something in an old Navaho tongue. The massive shadow looked at me and pulled a sword off his back and ran off. I’m grand father never explained to me what he did or what the shadow was. But I was glad he seen me and saved me. Fast forward to about mid August. My grandfather had just passed away. My heart in shambles. The very man who saved, protected me the only one who knew my store was gone. My family and I packed up our car and headed out to WV as soon as we heard. My mother and her kin were taking care of all the arrangements at the funeral home. I was left at the house to clean up and wash/put away dishes while they were gone. And I was scrubbing away on the cast iron pot I was glaring out of the window. Look at nothing but the spots my grandfather taught me thing. How to shoot. How to clean a gun. How to bow hunt. How to clean and and skin our meals for the night. We a unwanted face showed up in the wood next to the creek. I could see the shadow knight. He had all black armor, shoulders and knees and and his helmet seemed to be a rams head. Horrified I look away and back to my dishes. I glanced back to his way. He was gone. Shacking finishing the dishes I was saying the Lord’s Prayer we I looked back out side and seen his reflection in the window. He was behind me. I turn. He was walking toward he as me gave me “the you are mine now” look. I screamed for my grandfather. He has me by my throat against the sink. I couldn’t move. The next few second felt like a hour. Then the smell arose. A smell I knew my whole life. It was a black and mild. My grandfathers favorite to smoke. I felt completely safe. The red eyes that were ready to squeeze the life out of me look up released me and went to go for his weapon, then with a massive swoop of wind the knight, the smell, my feeling of completely safe were gone. I ran out of the door. Down the street over hills till I got to my aunts house. That has been over 20 years ago. I have never been back to his house. I have 2 daughters of my own now. 4 and 5 years old. I’m telling my story now because my lady bugs asked me why is there a old man smoking in the rocking chair is. I ran to my front room just to get a smell of a black and mild. I told them it was their great grandfather and he was our protector.
This is a long story so i will try my best to keep it short as possible. I am a 21 year old female and this happened to me when i was 15. This is a true story and it was in the news, it happened in Raleigh NC. I was in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower when i heard someone slowly walking up the hardwood stairs with their shoes on. I pictured my brother probably looking at his phone which explains why he would be walking slowly. What i didn’t understand is why he would be walking in the dark. While thinking about this i hear the footsteps stop so I peek my head out of the doorway to see what my brother was doing and ask him about the lights. To my horror a man with a ski mask was standing in the hallway closet peeking his head out to look at me. We surprised each other and both jumped back a bit. I took a couple steps backwards into the bathroom i should have slammed and locked the door but i was in shock. Next thing i know the man walks into the bathroom. He’s wearing all black, he had gloves and a ski mask. He has a gun pointed at me and a metal billy club in his other hand. I’m so freaked out i couldn’t understand what was happening, the only thing i could think of is my brother put on a ski mask and took a fake gun to scare me. Now i want to say my brother would never do that but i think my brain was just trying to come up with a better scenario then what was actually happening. I started saying “jay this isn’t funny” (jay being my brothers name) and after saying that a couple times i saw that the skin below the man’s eyes wasn’t the same as my brothers so even though i was hoping this was my brother, it definitely wasn’t. The moment i realized that this was really happening i started screaming on the top of my lunges. I crouched down by the bathtub and covered my face hoping someone would hear me but no one came to my rescue. After screaming for a couple seconds i heard the guy telling me to shut up or he will hurt me. He starting asking me where our money was. I stood up and he told me to get back down. I said i had some money in my room. He told me to crawl there while he was behind me. He had the gun pressed against the back of my neck. At first i was hoping the gun was fake but i could feel its weight and the cold metal letting me know it was real and probably loaded. So i start crawling to my room and i stopped in the doorway i looked at my bed for a second and felt a new fear because now i wasn’t only afraid for my life but i was also afraid of rape and having to crawl on my hands and knees wasn’t helping. I stand up and walk into my closet, i had a hollowed out book with 22 dollars and small amount of weed in it. I grabbed the cash and thought about offering him the weed as a bonus but i felt too awkward to do so i just put the book back. He looked at me and said “is this it?” sounding pissed off that i would even offer it to him. I didn’t think about it at first but my mom had around 800 dollars stashed downstairs in a spare room. The 22 was just my first instinct. “Oh yes we have a lot more money in the house my mom makes cash for a living, its downstairs” he says fine and we head down stairs and he makes me crawl again. The whole time he is telling me not to try anything and i say i won’t. I started talking a lot, rambling actually. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen after he gets the money because i’m getting the vibe that wasn’t the only thing he wanted but. We start heading downstairs and i’m expecting to see my mom and brother also with guns in their faces. Turns out they weren’t even home and i have no idea when they will return. I didn’t know this at the time be she left to pick him up from work which takes about 15 minutes. This really freaks me out and i realize i’m going to have to stall and hope they come home soon. Like i said i was rambling. I was telling him about my mom’s furniture business and how she stashes money all over the house and moves it around so no one will find it. But i knew exactly where it was. So we start going around the house opening decorative cookie jars and couch cushions. At one point i even got him to look through a bunch of dvds. He starts getting pissed off and we are standing in the downstairs hallway. I’m starting to feel more comfortable around him and i’m not of the floor anymore i’m standing in front of him telling him i don’t know where the money is and she must have moved the hiding spot. I’m debating my next move when we hear a noise. The guy turns his head in the direction of it and i don’t even look to see what it was. I just see him turn his head and i run full speed in the other direction. I’m terrified i might be shot in the back and i book it up the stairs to my room. I lock myself in and call the police.
Turns out the noise was my brother coming in the back door. Once the guy realized i was gone he decided to deal with my brother. He took my brothers wallet which actually had no money but it did have a key to our house. Next thing my mom walks in behind my brother, she was on the phone and knew something seemed weird. The second she saw the guy with the gun and ski mask she closed the door and booked it to our neighbors house. She felt bad leaving my brother but she knew if she entered the house it would be a hostage situation. She hid in the neighbors bushes and called the police, they explained I was already on the phone with them. Now this guy is probably realizing he’s quickly losing control of this situation. He decides to leave maybe to go after my mom or to run away but he couldn’t get the door open. My brother says “let me get that for you” and opens the door for him. The guy leaves and then the police arrived. Everyone was OK but they didn’t catch the guys until two months later. We had already moved back to Michigan by then.
My mom later told me that her and my brother almost stopped to get food on their way home and we are all so thankful that they didn’t. We are much more careful now and i’m so happy everyone was OK.
Follow up on the guys getting caught.
It turned out to be two brothers working together and one of them decided to go solo that night. Two break ins after mine they tied up a husband and tried to rape his wife on their kitchen floor. The husband broke free to stop them, he was shot and is now paralyzed from the waist down. The brothers ended up confessing not only to my break in and that one but many others. They will be behind bars for a long time.
Thank You for reading my story and sorry if there was any errors this is my first time submitting my own story, i love your channel and i will probably submit some more experiences soon!
I am not the best at writing but I will do my best to tell this story.
When I was 22, I was at my friend’s house and I forgot his name. Let’s call hm Joe for this story. Joe had a basement, the creepiest I’ve ever seen. Joe and I picked which one of us will lock ourself in the basement for 15 minutes. Unfortunately, I got picked.
I went down to the basement, locked myself in and waited. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw lots of boxes with some of Joe’s old stuff, papers and drawings. In one of the boxes, I saw a head poking through the box, which I thought was a creepy toy to scare friends. The face was bony, had grey skin, long nose and huge white eyes. Apparently, the face was stuck so I put the box next to me. Probably 2 minutes later, which felt like hours, arms came out of the box. I WAS SCARED. Maybe 30 seconds later, the whole body came out of the box and I screamed for Joe to unlock the door but he obviously laughed, thinking I was just imagining things. I hid behind some of Joe’s boxes, waiting it out. I had goosebumps all over my body and I was shivering! 1 minute later, I saw the white eyes peeking above the box. Just as I screamed, Joe opened the door and the eyes were gone. Hey, the 15 minutes are up Joe said. Are you okay he asked. Yeah, I muttered in fear. Now I always see the thing in my dreams and at the corner of my eye whenever I am in my basement day or night. Hopefully, this will all stop soon.
I had been couped up in a hospital for six days, and needed to take a walk in nature. West Virginia has many gorgeous forests to offer, and the ones around my home in Cedar Grove are no exception.
I had never appreciated the outdoors more than I did then. It was brisk and cool. The air was crisp and the leaves bloomed in vibrant autumn colors. I was rather enjoying myself when things took a nasty turn.
The sun began to drop below the trees, darkening the forest and my mood. I took a quick drink of water and began the hike back to my home, when I noticed an erie carving in a tree trunk. It was an eye, but crying or bleeding.
Then I heard an echoing cry ring through the woods. I looked around to see if anyone else heard it but realized I was alone.
At this point the sun was almost out of view and I was quite scared. So I began to jog back at a good speed. The sun got lower and lower and the air got colder and colder. I stopped to pull my sweatshirt out of my backpack, when I felt a warm air against the back of my neck. I froze in terror.
Something was breathing just behind me.
I turned to see a man that was about nine feet tall. His oval head and his face were completely blurred by shadows, but his huge round eyes shone white. A red and black plaid shirt covered his lanky torso. His bony arms rested at his sides.
He cocked his head.
My arm was still in my backpack and my hand tensed around the handle of my flashlight. With a single movement I pulled it out and shone it at the demon.
In the light I saw that it had almost no facial features except the bright eyes that reflected the flashlight.
In a fraction of a second that changed as part of its face ripped open to reveal a jagged and bloody mouth that stretched back to the side of its head.
It feared up and roared in anger at the light. Then turned a transparent white and stuttered out of existence.
Astonished, I ran home. The next morning I found the bloody eye mark carved into the side of my house.
I have read many Darkness Prevails submissions have noticed that a few describe the same demonic entity I saw. This confirms that my sighting wasnt simply a lack of sleep or being drowsy from medication. Please comment below what you think this creature should be called. In none of the posted stories is it given a definite name.
I’M A TRUCK DRIVER AND I’VE SEEN A FEW THINGS THAT DON’T MAKE SENSE. IT WAS ABOUT THREE OR FOUR IN THE MORNING AND I WAS DRIVING MY RIG TO JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA FROM SAVANNAH GEORGIA. I WAS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN EXIT 49 AND 36 ON I95 WHEN IT STARTED.
I WAS LISTENING TO MUSIC ON THE RADIO AND DRIVING IN THE CENTER LANE OF THE SOUTH BOUND LANES. IHAPPENED TO LOOK OVER AND SAW A FIGURE OR MORE OF A BLACK SIHLOUETTE STANDING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. IT WAS LANKY… TOO LANKY. ALMOST HUMAN BUT NOT QUITE THOUGH. SOON ENOUGH I PASSED IT AND FORGOT ABOUT IT.
A COUPLE OF MILES DOWN THE ROAD THERE IT WAS AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME IT’S HEAD FOLLOWED MY TRUCK. I COULD FEEL IT’S GAZE ON ME.
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So this all happened when I frist got my.New job at the DNR wildlife game warden we’ll i was Driving in my truck.So I turn down a dirt road looking.for any one on the road illegally . About 30 minutes Before sundown I saw some thing really tall.siting in the middle of the road when hit the horn. it screamed so loud I thought my windows would Brake.I froze in panic.Then it ran off like happend a few Days go By.it’s july4 and that’s when I had my.day off so I decided to go on a bike ride Through the woods completely forgetting about what happened.I Biked through the woods for a couple hours by then Sun was getting low and.Saw a dead deer which had it to back legs ripped off. One hour after seeing it it was probably 6:30 when I heard a scream I stopped and looked around confused. Then I saw it a tall man.horns and Goat type legs I Cary a 9mm I shot twice out fear. Then I booked it back to my truck. Fratting foot steps Behind. But where the forst cut off it stopped and screamed. I will not Be going Back any.time soon
This just a quick story.
I am a 35 year old man from England. This story took place nearly 25 years ago when I was 11 years old. I was at a prominent boarding school in the south west of England. At that age I was just starting to get interested in the ideas of the paranormal, and was sure my school was haunted, but until then I’d had no experiences.
It happened one night during the summer term. I got up to go to the loo, it was about 2 o’clock in the morning. It was a very clear night and the moon was bright, so it was easy to find my way through the long corridors to the loo without a torch. On the way back back to my dormitory I noticed how cold it was but didn’t want to run through fear of waking anyone up and being busted out of bed in the middle of the night!
My dormitory was half way down a corridor with a matrons flat next door and another larger dormitory at the far end. There was a bookcase next the door to that dorm, and a couple windows along one wall of the corridor letting in the bright moonlight.
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I haven’t told my story to many people except for my wife and a few other of my close friends. It happened while I was stationed in the army as a radio operator during the Vietnam war, and I haven’t forgot it to this day. I was a young recruit, freshly drafted out of high school, and didn’t know much about the war. I had no idea what I was getting into or what it all was for, but what I did know was that I had a duty to my fellow servicemen.
We arrived there on a Friday evening and got loaded onto many buses to be taken to our barracks. The air was very humid and the soil was soaking wet due to a storm that had just passed through the area. I vividly remember the drive, and how it stunk like a sewer. My first night was uneventful and quiet, but we all felt the tense atmosphere as our drill sergeants taunted us with stories during basic training. I remember the half moon right over my head, which kept peaking out from over the clouds, and all of us were just sitting around telling jokes. I was more of a technical guy and didn’t have much aptitude for comedy, so I just listened in.
My duty was to manage communications between my unit and all of our other guys so that everyone knew what was going on everywhere else. I carried a box on my back which was the size of radio devices back then, and also a ton more equipment and supplies. I was quickly assigned to a tight knit unit who had just lost their communications operator to a land mine, and I remember the first time we made contact with the enemy. It was the loudest thing I ever heard. We were in a dense part of the jungle and couldn’t see the enemy at all. But we ducked for cover as soon as they began firing at us, and we opened up in their general direction in return. The chaos felt like lasted forever, but we probably ceased fire after a couple of minutes. We advanced forward to close in on the enemy position and secure the area, and it was the first time I ever saw the enemy up close. There they were, three dead Vietcong soldiers laying in a pool of their own blood. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at three human beings that were alive just moments ago. Young guys who maybe had sisters or brothers and parents. They were probably just chilling around moments before we arrived, and here we are moments later looking at their motionless bodies. I must say that I felt justified, because they were the enemy and would’ve been standing over our dead bodies instead.
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Back story: My grandma has multiple sclerosis, and due to that she can’t move from the shoulders down. She can talk normal and move her head, but thats the extent. She has a fantastic attitude though, and she’s witty and loves to joke. She has 24/7 care, helpers from 8am to 10pm, and she lives with my aunt who cares for her.
One day my mom texts me telling me my grandma is in the hospital with an infection, and they need someone to stay with her overnight. My aunt has 3 kids at home (two of which are 5 & 3) she needs to get ready for school.
My mom at the time had a truck load of personal items because she was moving to a new house my parents recently purchased, so she couldn’t stay. Apparently when my aunt left my grandma in the hospital room with the nurses to take a phone call, they left her and she hadn’t used the restroom yet and no one came back to check on her. So she had to wait in her waste until my aunt came back to the hospital to tell her. Mind you, she can’t move to push a button. So none of us felt that she should be left in the nurses “care”.
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