Girl from the closet

I haven’t had any paranormal experiences, but I do believe in the paranormal and wendigos and skinwalkers and etc. I don’t know if my experience is paranormal or not, sorry that its a short story

One of my earliest memories as a child is this story. I must of been 3 or 4, I was at my dad’s house and I was laying in bed and it was dark, it must have been the middle of the night. I was laying and bed and looking at my double door closet with the doors open. I remember looking at the top shelf of my closet and then a flicker of small yellow lights, they ended up being the reflecting light off of eyes. I kept looking at the top of my closet, just looking at the eyes, then a girl crawled down from the top shelf of my closet and slowly walked toward me. She had blonde shoulder length hair with blue eyes but had a yellow reflection to them, she looked like she was about 11 or 12. She looked at me with a concerned look and she came to my side and looked at me like I was hurt. And that’s all I remember, I have absolute no other memory about this, but I do remember that I wasn’t scared at all during this.


Hunted

My friends and I love paranormal stuff and being scared, we practically study this stuff. So by now we know about Wendigos, Skinwalkers, and many other demons.

But one night we never even knew what being scared meant. That night was about three weeks ago when me and my friends decided to go in the forest in my backyard. There were three of us: me Justin, Tracer, and Josh.


A submission from The Hellbound Post

Don’t Think About ‘Em

By C.J. Duke

Toshiba. HD 3-D. 62 inches wide. I must’ve been staring at the fucker for the last forty minutes. God, I’m so drunk. That hot feeling on the back of my neck turns ice cold when that twiggy little irritant Casey asks me if I need anything. How long have I been in Best Buy? Jesus.


Skinwalker, werewolf, and a ghost?

I have two stories. This first story did not happen to me but to my little sister. It is a very short story yet creepy. Also this is the ghost part of the story.

This happened about a year ago. My sister was playing with our gerbils. If you don’t know what they are they are similar to hamsters. Anyway I was not home at the time, I had been at a friend’s house. So my little sister was playing with the gerbils when all of a sudden she had heard a soft quiet voice. In fact the voice sounded like me. The voice had said “Mama.”. My sister then shushed my mom for her to be quiet because she thought I was trying to sleep and I was telling my mom to be quiet. The only thing though is that I was not home.


Skinwalker from Hell

A little background on things before I start I’m 14 and not a lot of things scare me and I hunt and fish a lot I live not to far from a big native reserve
When I’m not doing helping around town and fishing and hunting I’m partying with friends near or in the woods

I was walking down a path with friend he’s one half Native American and he didn’t scare easy either his name is Sam . We were walking down the trail until Sam starting smelling something then I did too it smelled like rotten meat with the smell of something dead but we shrugged it off as a dead animal that some hunter never took. We kept walking we talked about how we got bullied at school. Until we see a dear looking dead at us as if we shot its baby it walked off after Sam through a rock at it. We walked until we came across a pond with the same dear in it dead wounds still fresh.


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