I have changed the names of all the innocent people to protect them.
[For reference I am a male]
This story happened back between 2004 to 2006 when I was in my early 20s. I was at university and had gotten a part time job at ‘Game’ which is a video game shop in the United Kingdom.
The particular shop I worked in was a concessions store, meaning it was a small outlet housed inside a bigger department store. As such, we were never really all that busy. So the other staff and I would often just play Guitar Hero or PSP.
I made many good friends there who I’m still friends with today and I really enjoyed the job, however – there was this one guy called Paul.
Paul was of average height, pudgy, buzzcut dark hair and he wore basic wire framed NHS glasses.
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This story is not from me but my mother. She lived in a decent sized house in the middle of Illinois. She also lived on a farm to so House were rather spread out. She lived with 2 brothers, a sister, her and parents. I’m going to put this in her point of view.
I am about 16 and going through high school. My house was buried tombs that we do not know from who and we have Native American tribe that was lived in the area. We always see a man walk from our shed to the pasture and disappear. It frightens ya but we try to put faith in God as we are very religious. My great grandparents lived about a half a mile away so we would go there and help out. They were never the nicest and were quit mean so we never liked going up there. Once they died, we had to take out the furniture and all, and we blocked off the stairs to the dogs. We had only 1 dog and it was a mutt. Brown in color and nice, but it never came with us to the house. My brothers were upstairs cleaning and find a big black dog, dead… they rushed out of the house screaming. My one brother did wrestling so he was decently strong. We didn’t know what was happening so we ran out to from force of nature. We asked and he said like I said earlier.
My grandma lived in the opposite of my great grandparents and I loved her. I loved going to her house and eating her sugar cookies. Her husband, my grandpa, had passed before her and it was sad to see her so lonely. He always had a rocking chair that he would sit in. Once he passed, we(my family) would always see it rocking and smell a cigar, which he always had. Until my grandma passed, that chair and cigar smell went away. We always thought he was waiting for her. That was in 2001 and it is currently 2019 while writing this. My niece and her family lived in a trailer just across the road. She is a medium and is very spiritual. She had her house burn down and she moved into my grandparents old house. When she moved in, she says she always sensed a little girl and something demonic. She had the house blessed but it still does not seem right.
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I’ve been to the Carbon County jail in Jim Thorpe multiple times for field trips and tours. My sister had been there once for a Girl Scouts trip. She had just seen a female ghost, but I had a much bigger experience. Unlike other times, I was fully expecting to see something paranormal. It was more of a sensation than sight though.
While we were taking a tour, my girlfriend kept telling me to stop stroking her hair and poking her. I had to repeatedly insist that i wasn’t doing anything. As much as I liked her, poking and stroking were still off-limits at the time. Anyway, as we continued to walk, I kept getting cold chills and my other friend with us kept saying he saw shadows. My girlfriend kept insisting she saw eyes peering out from the darkness. While the guide explained what happened at the gallows, my girlfriend snapped a picture with her flash, since it was almost pitch-black. When she looked at her screen (it was a digital camera), all we saw was a black square. “That’s weird.” she said. “How did I get a negative if I used flash in darkness?” I didn’t have an answer and neither did my friend. I thought I saw something skitter into a cell, and figured it was just a mouse.
When we got to the hall with the famous “Handprint on the Wall” in one of the cells, I started getting chills again. I turned to my girlfriend to mention it, but saw she was green. I asked her “Are you feeling okay?” She just shook her head and told me she felt nauseous. I assured her it was just lunch not agreeing with her. As we continued walking, I swore I could hear a voice say “Bring me freedom.” I asked the other 2 if they heard that, but both of them said they didn’t hear anything. I’ll never forget the final incident at Cell 17.
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ok let me start out by saying this is a short story.
ok I was around 13 or 14 when this happened and i’m 19 now,
it was night time maybe 8:00pm and everyone that was in the house was down stairs, me and my little sisters decided to play a game but I don’t remember what game, so I ran up stairs to get the game, opened the door an I turned and there was a little boy he looked to be 8 years old he had short blonde hair he was short he had Know shirt on but the pants he was wearing looked like they were from the 20s. I saw him for 5 seconds and then he ran into the closet right beside him. but the door was shut and very small, I ran to the closet and there was no one there I was in the room alone. I’ve been living in the house for 8 years now i’m not sure when the house was built but I do know it’s very old.
My name is Tommey. Im from a small town called Farmington in New mexico. I live right next to the navajo reservation. Near the area of where they filmed “skinwalker canyon” on ghost adventures.
The story im telling happend the summer of 2014. I have many stories and a picture of a footprint from what I believe to be a child skinwalker.
One night me and my friends robert, angelina, and richard snuck out. We were just kids at the time and didnt really know what we were doing. Robert, Angelina and Richard were siblings.
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Hi, big fan and I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to do this but I suppose I’ll just tell you everything and leave it to you to work your magic on making it a interesting as possible like you always seem to. I’ll start now.
My name is Vito. I travel around a lot for work and I was in New Jersey for the absolute least amount of time out of everywhere else because of some reasons I won’t discuss. While I was in New Jersey however, I did what I normally do when I get into another town for work. I drove around and asked if there were any places of interest. I got the usual responses of shopping malls, parks, movie theaters, but nobody really had anything to say when I asked about any creepy, old or abandoned buildings.
It wasn’t till the next day at work that I heard about a place that would interest me because one of my co-workers, Bethane, was complaining about how her daughter and her friends wanted to go and explore some abandoned old shit hole that was probably about to collapse on itself. If I would have been a dog my ears would have perked up like a couple of knives. So I asked,” So what shit hole are we talking about, the bar I had a drink at last night or the west side of town?” She fired back,” Oh my daughter and her friends want to go down to the old County Jail for God knows why. She’s into this goth phase and I wish she would just grow out of it.” I was hooked. A creepy old abandoned Jail that a bunch of Goth kids wanted to check out sounded perfect. You see, I’ve always liked old building architecture and have had a merit in the supernatural stuff since the first time me and my friends played with a Ouija board when we were five.
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This story took place when I was 8 years old,I’m 14 now but I still remember this event like it was yesterday.
Before I start this story I’ll give a little bit of background details.I live in Syria,in a huge house just outside the city and I have lived there with my parents and younger sister for almost my entire life. But sadly I had to move because of the story I’m about to tell you.As most of you may know terrible war has been going on for the past 7 years and my story is linked with this war.
It was summer break,and my sister and I were very bored as usual,so we decided to go play in our backyard.We have very tall fences made out of brick,which I am very grateful the were there,that even my dad,who is about six and a half feet tall,couldn’t reach,so you could say that our house was very safe and secure and we had nothing to worry about.
Anyways,we went outside and played our usual games like hide and seek and tag and other childish games.We were playing for about 30 minutes when all of the sudden we hear this kind of low booming sound,I thought nothing of it since I’m used to hearing this type of noises,but my sister who was 6 at the time urged me to go inside because she got very scared but me being the outdoorsy,sun light loving child I was I convinced to stay and play some more games.Not ten minutes later a very loud,ear piercing BOOM echoed through the entire place.The only way I can describe the noise is like popping a building sized balloon that was just 7 feet away from you.
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Hi! I’m a 12 year old guy. This story happened at my grandma’s. At the time my mom was on vacation. I have a 4 year old dog called Alexa. She is very protective of her owners. Keep this in mind cause it will be important later in the story.
So it was about 8:00 pm. so i was allready going to bed.
About 30 minutes later i was woken by a creaking sound. I looked out of the window and what i saw i will never forget. There was a boy in the garden. If i had to guess he was about 6 years old. When my eyes focused i saw that he was grinning. I thought that my eyes where playing tricks on me but then IT reached out and broke a branch. Yes a big Birch branch. It was impossible for a 6 year old to do something like that. But the wierdest part was that Alexa did not come running out. But then he vanished.
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My name is Marcus and i’m from Gothenburg, Sweden and my girlfriend Alexandra as well. This about our jorney and paranormal experince in one of Swedens most haunted house.
A little backround about the house, it’s called Frammegården and it was built under the 1700 and has been open for the public since the 1960.
It has a really dark story behind itself, in the 1600 the legend says it was a place where they sacrificed witches during the witchunt at that time.
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It was way back in 2004 when I ran away from home and stayed at my friend’s large 2-storey house in Tandang Sora (Philippines) with four bedrooms owned by his older sister who lives overseas. There were 4 of us staying there including my friend’s 3 year-old son. That place has become a safe haven for most of my friends whenever we have troubles at home.
One night, my friend, Archie, and I were playing video games in the living room (I still remember it was Resident Evil 2 and Silent Hill 4: The Room) when we heard footsteps going down the stairs. It was my friend, carrying his kid who headed straight to the couch and they started to watch us play. I found it very strange for him to behave that way because I know he never allows his kid to stay awake late at night. They were sitting there for five minutes without saying a word when I started to ask him what’s wrong. He told me to ask his kid instead. He was just a toddler, and he uttered 2 words, ”babae puti” (lady white). I already know what he means and it pisses me off furiously.
I immediately run upstairs. His kid followed me weeping and saying ”Eymer wag” (Homer don’t) over and over. I took him into my arms and came crashing into their room. I began yelling ”I don’t know what you want, just don’t scare this kid again or else I’ll take drastic measures and mess you up”. I even then said that if she wants to talk, talk to us grown-ups instead. We went back downstairs and they only went up to their room and went back to bed when dawn comes.
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