Valentine Vampire

I love Valentine’s day. It’s probably my second favorite holiday after Halloween. It’s also one of the very last days that something creepy is expected. However, just because you don’t expect something creepy, doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. I found that out the hard way.

In 2014, a few of my friends were bummed because they had no one to spend Valentine’s Day with. Being the self-proclaimed “Rudolph Valentino Jr.” meant I was supposed to suggest a place where picking up girls would be easy. I joked that we should go to New Orleans with all the best freaks, which was a God-send in their eyes. 3 hours and 4 insists that I was joking later, we were on the road. Since it was January 12th, we crashed in a hotel in Kansas before continuing our trip. When we got to New Orleans, the last hours of Feb. 13th had arrived, so we decided to go to a bar. This bar was where my encounter began. While we were there, these 3 really pretty goth chicks walked up to us and started flirting. As we talked, I noticed all 3 of them had bright red lips. I also have smelled blood before, so I could tell their breath sounded just like that. I didn’t know that the smell and appearance of them should’ve tipped me off.

The next day, the 3 girls spent the whole day with us and showed us their favorite areas. Like before, I wasn’t tipped off by what they chose, even though they were cemeteries, graveyards, and haunted locations. When we asked what they did for fun, the girl I was with said “You’ll find out.” I thought nothing more of it, but started thinking that this girl wasn’t normal. They invited us home and we obliged. After taking a nap that day, I woke p and rubbed the back of my neck. I felt a tiny hole and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I had 2 small pinpricks on the right side of my neck and instantly remembered everything about the chicks. I thought they were pranking us, so I ignored it. My 2 friends also had marks on their necks. One of them suggested that the girls really thought they were vampires. I was thinking the same thing, but didn’t want to alarm them, so I held my peace. During dinner, we drank a really sticky and thick red drink. The girls said it was tomato juice. I tasted it and knew it wasn’t even close to tomato juice. I decided to get some info and asked if they believed in vampires. They told us only in mythical stories. Everyone knew vampires aren’t real. After dinner, my friends pulled me aside and both said in unison “That was blood we drank! Real blood!” I told them they were overreacting, but they were convinced that these chicks were followers of the Vampirism religion. I told them that I didn’t believe that for a second.

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Screams in the schoolyard

A bit of backstory: I am a female, and the school I went to at the time was very old, and had a fair bit of incredibly disturbing legends and stories surrounding it, lots of stories about mysterious deaths and suicides on the property. For example: when the school was a high school, a girl was severely bullied all day, every day, so one day, after being humiliated in front of the whole school, she followed the janitor up to the roof, hid until he left, then…. she jumped.

I am still unsure if the story about the girl was true, or if it was told just to scare me, but the events that take place in this story make me lean more so towards the fact that this story could be true.

This happened a while ago, and as I look back at this I wish I never tried to investigate…

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Attacked on Ghost Mountain Road

I’ve been known to drive around aimlessly at times. Usually, I end up at a diner, laundromat, 24-hour store or someone’s house. However, I seem to have bad luck when it comes to having a destination in mind. 2016 was such a year. It was a year when an innocent trip became a night of unspeakable horror.

I was driving up to New York to visit my wife’s brother, Thomas. As soon as I got on a lonely road, I got a sense that we were being watched. My wife was drumming her fingers on her arm rest, which is something she only does when she’s agitated. It was a warm night, so I thought opening a window would calm her down. However, as soon as i started to lower the window, she said “I swear to God, if you don’t put it back up, I’ll punch you!” Her tone made it clear that disobeying would be felt for days to come. I immediately put the window back up and asked her what her problem was. She stared at me for about 5 minutes without saying a word. “We’re on Ghost Mountain Road” she said. I immediately braked and asked her “Are you sure?” She nodded and told me that my reaction must mean I heard about Ghost Mountain Road in the PA, NY area. I nodded and told her all the stories I heard. It didn’t take long for me to realize why she was so agitated. The stories that came out of Ghost Mountain Road were strange, bizarre, scary, and downright disturbing. I decided to try turning around, but I wasn’t able to, because what happened next is something I’ll never forget.

I had just shifted into reverse, when a gang of 8 albinos ran out of the woods, and started punching, kicking, whipping, and smacking my Camry. I didn’t know where they got the whips and had no interest in asking because they were clearly focused on possibly hurting me, my wife, or both. I started to honk my horn to scare them off, but they didn’t relent. I started to call the police, but then remembered that even the cops wanted to stay away and refused to patrol the mountain alone. I felt like I was standing at the gates of Hell. All of a sudden, I saw a face loom at my window and I screamed bloody murder. All I saw was white skin, red hair, and (freakiest of all) violet eyes. It was a female albino. To be honest, I had NEVER seen a female albino. If I wasn’t panicking at that moment, I probably would’ve found her mildly attractive. But, due to the circumstances, I was fearing for my life. I decided to take a huge risk, and did something that was both brave and extremely stupid. I took out a flare gun, which I only had for emergencies, and opened my window just enough to fire a flare. As soon as it cracked, the albinos got scared and ran back into the woods. My wife was so terrified, she immediately vomited on the floor. I saw a scratch mark on my window and knew if I hadn’t had the flare gun, one or both of us would’ve likely been stabbed.

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The Old Jail

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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Sisters of Rome

This all happened in the summer of 2016. At this time, I was 14. I have ten siblings, but when this happened, I only had eight. Only three out of the eight of my siblings were with me because my younger sister, younger brother, older brother, my dad, and I were on a trip to Oregon. In Oregon, my dad was on a business trip. When everything happened, my dad was at work and my older brother, Damien, was babysitting us. Damien was seventeen, and my other two younger siblings, Jenna and Coddy, were only ten.

So, I was sitting on the sofa in our hotel room. We had just arrived in Oregon about two days before. I was texting a couple of friends from New York, where I live. I laughed pretty loudly and Damien told me to shut up. I said sorry and we continued to mess around. At around 7:oo, Jenna came running up to me and kept annoying me about whether or not she could have a cookie. I just told her no every time she asked. It was kind of late and I didn’t want her staying up all night because she was hyper on sugar. Eventually, Jenna gave up and headed to Damien’s room, probably to go bug him about it. A few moments later, Damien came bursting out and had a very angry look on his face. I sat up and set my phone down next to me on the couch. I asked him what was wrong and his exact words back to me were, “Emily, are you serious? What the hell? Why’d you do that to Jenny?” I had no idea what he was talking about of course, so I just gave him a confused look. He rolled his eyes and decided to explain himself, “Jenna said you whispered in her ear and said something creepy,” once again I was confused. Jenna spoke out. Now, I don’t remember exactly what SHE said, but I remember the main idea of it. Jenna said something along the lines of, “I’m sure it was a girl, and I’m the only girl other than Emily!” I, Emily, just took it as a little lie she told to either creep us out or get me in trouble by Damien. We all went to bed, probably assuming the same thing. I explained and promised to Damien that I didn’t do it, and I really had no reason to lie to him, he knew that. He wouldn’t get very mad at me if I did, might have laughed at it even.

The next morning, there was a knock at the door. Now, it was like 8:00 am and it was room service. The woman that came in was in her late 30s, at least she looked that way. Since my dad was already at work and Damien was still asleep, I was the one to open the door. I opened it and invited her in. She thanked me and began bringing in her cart thing. I had a lot of experience for hotels since my dad traveled a lot and usually brought me with him, so I knew dad had probably ordered all of us breakfast and sent it in. As soon as the woman entered my and Jenna’s room, she just stopped at the end of the bed and scurried to the corner of the room. She covered her eyes and started begging for mercy. Jenna sat on the bed with wide eyes. We both looked at each other and then looked back at the woman. I approached her, thinking maybe she was just a little mentally unstable, “Hey, are you alright?” I asked her. She cowered, trying to back away even further. She uncovered her eyes, took one more glance at us, then screamed, “Please! Please, don’t hurt me! I had no idea my sins would be so dreadful! You must forgive me, my beautiful lady!” the woman made absolutely no sense what so ever. I could tell she wasn’t just messing around to weird us out though, she had tears in her eyes. She was genuinely scared. I didn’t know why, or who. I just knew she was scared. I asked the woman why she was so scared and just answered with, “You’re the Sisters of Trepidation! The younger sister, she’s a goddess of light! The older one is the former goddess of light! She performed a sin and is now known as the demon of the dark! Together, they both stop anyone who had done a sin and warns them once and even sometimes kills them the first time!” once again, no sense at all. Nothing that came out of this woman’s mouth made ANY sense. My sister ran over to me hugged me from behind. She was crying and she her voice was barely coherent, “That’s her! That’s who whispered in my ear last night, Emz! She said she was one of the sisters of trepidishion!” she said the word ‘trepidation’ wrong, or maybe it was because she was crying. The woman took one last good look at us and ran out the door.

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Don’t Stand So Close to Me!

I had recently posted my story via Reddit and would like to share my less than pleasant encounters with a wider audience. I also apologise for the length of my story as this happened over the course of a school year of 2013/2014, therefore some of the details I am remembering as I write them.

So let’s begin shall we?

I am now a 20 year old female living in the UK but I won’t tell you were specifically. This story takes place during my third year of high school when I was only 14 years old. Please note that at that stage in my life I was a quite and reserved individual, not one to make a scene. I am drastically different now as a result of the many events that occurred in my life, this story being one of them. I don’t take crap from anyone now!

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The demon on the road

When I still lived with my parents, I used to go for walks at night. It was just easier because we lived across from a factory and there was always a lot of traffic during the day. Plus, I had a cat named Miss Kitty that would follow me like a dog.

One summer night, probably 5 to 7 years ago, Miss Kitty and I went for our usual walk. We always walked to the end of the street where the field was because she liked to catch mice and I enjoyed watching her play in the field. Miss Kitty was playing and I got a text from my best friend. I answered the text and was waiting for Miss Kitty who was on her way back to me, (I was standing in the road. She was in the field.)

I stopped as Miss Kitty hissed. I turned, expecting to see the neighbor’s cat. Instead I saw a very tall, hunched over creature walking down the middle of the road towards the field. I was in the shadows and this thing was walking under a street light. This thing reminded me of a minotaur but it had a face like a goat. It had large shiny black hooves, black fur and large black horns. I grabbed Miss Kitty and snuck away from it. I got home, told my mom and we looked out the door but it was gone.

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Unknown creature at the farm house

I’m a 19 year old girl, living in Northern Michigan. The family on my moms side have always been avid believers of the paranormal and I have grown up the same way.

Over the course of time we have had some strange things happen to us. The most happened to me at our old farmhouse.

A little bit of background is required for this story. The house we lived in sat on a hill with a large driveway that curved up to the back of the house. Essentially our back door was our front door.

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Creepy Phill

I am a 27 year old female but this took place is 2010 when I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. I grew up in western New York and also went to school in the same city that I grew up in. At this time, I was starting a 6 month internship for my degree program. This internship basically required us to track our walks around town, observe our surroundings, work on our communication skills. It wasn’t particularly difficult but it had challenges.

At this time, my on-and-off again college boyfriend Bobby and I were broken up. This internship required us to work a large group of people that rotated, so that we had to work with everyone in this program at least once. I am usually a friendly person and will chit chat or make conversation with someone if they initiate with me. This was only a few weeks into this program and I was assigned to work with a bunch of guys that I really didn’t know or recognize from any of my classes. In this degree program, it is generally a male dominated field, so the ratio of men to women is at least 5 to 1.

My group got our gear ready and began our walk. Almost immediately, one of the guys approached started talking to me. At this time, I realized how tall he was. I am of average height – about 5’6″ tall. He had to have been 6’6″ or 6’7″, easily. He was pleasant enough and I myself was always taught to be polite, engaged in chit chat because I had a long day ahead and it helped passed the time.

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The House I Live In

This story has about three parts in it all related to each other over time that lead me to think my house is haunted. So for a back story I live on the coast in the middle of about 13 acres of woods we own and about 27 more acres surround us all around our property as well with few people live close by. Ever since I was a kid, I liked spells and magic so I would play with that type of thing. Nothing happened I think but these stories make me question that.

So this first part is from when I was about 5 or so and I still remember it so well it scares even me. On night I had gotten in trouble with my parents for sassing off to them and sent me to my room. It was dark out when I was tossing a clear, sparkly plastic Cinderella shoe around the room. I accidentally tossed it onto the floor and it toppled to the floor of my closet.

I got up out of bed and picked the shoe up but when I stood back up my eyes locked with a young woman with shoulder length fawn-colored hair and green eyes. As for what she wore, I forgot; but I do know it was shorts and a top with a jacket tossed carelessly across her shoulders and she was pale and had a burn marks on her left arm and right leg. She looked at me and I looked at her.

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