White thing

So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

Im also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season. I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time.

However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit. We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of.

It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back. Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards.

Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field. It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel.

It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly.

But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches. The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good. I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point.

Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”. After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler.

It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself. I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left.

As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek. Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7.

I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible.

And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED. It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house.

I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne. This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area.

First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run. I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name wh So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

I’m also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season.

I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time. However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit.

We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of. It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back.

Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards. Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field.

It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel. It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly. But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches.

The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good.

I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point. Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”.

After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler. It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself.

I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left. As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek.

Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7. I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible. And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED.

It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house. I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne.

This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area. First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run.

I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name when i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I am ok with that. But that thing better believe that if either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

Then i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I ok with that. But that thing better believe inflation either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

It warned us

So here are some important things to know before i get to the meat of this experience, i, along with a small group of friends, like to call ourselves urban explorers. We watch the YouTube videos where the totally not faked creepy stuff happens in abandoned malls an whatnot and decided it could be fun to do it ourselves. We had already went into a school, and two abandoned restaurants before we decided we wanted to hit the zoo, that was an hour and a half from where we lived. However all three of the locations we had been to before had been in broad daylight, the last one being a restaurant where some random redneck took it upon himself to yell at us for trespassing when he saw us from the main road.

Since we didn’t want to have to deal with anymore vigilante justice, and we were feeling a bit braver, we decided to explore this zoo at night. I’m not going to expose the name of this zoo because i don’t want anymore idiots going out there, it’s not worth it. All you need to know is that it’s abandoned and in North America.

There were three of us going since one of our friends didn’t feel comfortable going at night, he was the smart one. For obvious reasons I’m not giving names, so we can call my friends that were there bob, and jack. Between the three of us, we each had two flashlights, just in case we need a backup, a few power bars, various other snacks, and a bunch of water bottles. I brought a survival knife, more for comfort than anything else. We piled ourselves and our supplies into my jeep and went on our way.

It took us two hours to get to the abandoned zoo since we bob decided he ABSOLUTELY NEEDED TO STOP AT ZAXBYS. He is obsessed with the zax sauce, but i can’t blame him because that stuff is pretty damn good. Anyways back to the subject. By the time we get there it is already pitch black outside and we have no idea where anything is in this place since none of us had ever been before. There was even a steel gate blocking off the the drive to get in but since i had a lifted jeep we had no problem just driving around it.

The parking lot was where we started getting bad vibes. We came across another make shift fence, but it was made completely out of light posts and other random zoo exhibit type signs. And there was a stop sign sticking ominously out of the middle. We couldn’t drive around this one because there was a drainage ditch on either side of the barrier and i didn’t want to flip my jeep trying to get through it. So we walked from there.

We get across the parking lot to the admission area. All the kiosks we destroyed and the leftover debris looked like it was arranged to pose yet another obstacle for us to cross before getting in, since on either side of the rubble there were 12 foot fences with posts that ended in sharp, pointy curves. And this wreckage was dangerous, we were operating purely by moonlight and flash light and there were nails and splinters everywhere. This had already become our most dangerous exploration by the time we finally crossed the former ticket booths.

When we finally got in and jack jumped, he said he saw some reflective eyes, like an animal’s so we all froze, but heard nothing. “Just an animal no biggie” we thought as we continued on. We soon confirmed our suspicions that the signs and light posts used to make the fence in front of the parking lot were taken from inside the zoo. There were holes in the ground every where with wires sticking out, as well as sheered metal where signs had apparently been ripped off of cages. These things were done in what seemed to be a hurry since the removal sites looked violent.

Other than that though it was really pretty boring, just cages of varying size. And a reptile house that had the only door in blocked with a wrecked golf kart that had been laid up against it like a skate bored would be laid on a wall, that was pretty weird i guess. Soon though we came upon a fence that said personnel only, and the gate was dead bolted shut. Fortunately or, unfortunately i guess, the deadbolt was so rusted out that we broke it without much protest. There was a steel sheetmetal building that we had to go around but on the other side is where we found it.

On the far side of the building we found what i can only assume were unmarked animal graves, at least 50 of them. And they immediately freaked us out. I’m not usually freaked out by cemeteries but the vibes of this place made it hard to breath. Jack whispered some profanities under his breath and bob stood silently. I said that we need to leave now, this place isn’t right and they didn’t argue at all. We power walked out of the newly broken gate and made our way to the ticket booth area as fast as we could walk. We should have ran.

When we were about 75 yards from the gate we had just left i began to hear what sounded like a horse galloping on dirt and we all turned around. Pardon my language BUT IT WAS A F****** SILVERBACK GORILLA STAMPEDING TOWARDS US. We all froze. It was easily going 40 miles per hour and it was point less to run. I was in front so it got to my friends first, never breaking stride as it went… through us…
Straight through us, there was no wind, not even the slightest push as it went through us, it did leave me feeling colder than i ever remembered being in my entire life though. I turned around fast to see where it went and to my surprise it was standing right behind me staring into my eyes as i turned. It was pale, and had bloodshot eyes, and even though my flashlight was illuminating it i could tell that it was glowing a little. I reached for my knife, but i had left the damn thing in the jeep, not that it would do me any good. The gorilla suddenly started making fast hand gestures at me then suddenly beat on the ground, it’s chest and screamed an intense gorilla scream, then proceeded to literally fade from existence until there was nothing left but silence.

After a few second of this silence i spin around to see both of my friends still staring at where the ape had come from. They were to scared to turn and see the gorilla like i had, and i don’t blame them. I did however yell “WTF RUN!” Without hesitation, as if they had been waiting for someone to say those very words, we turned face and took off, we were to the ticket booths in under a minute and sprinted over the wreckage without any regard for for safety at this point. Bob’s pant leg got caught on a nail and ripped out a sizable chunk of fabric. I wasn’t as lucky though. As i ran, a large splinter of wood, about six inches long, pierced the side of my tennis shoe and embedded half of its length into my into my foot. I was in pretty good shaped at the time and with the amount of adrenaline in my system at that moment, it didn’t even slow me down.

We hit the parking lot at full tilt and were quickly through the drainage ditch and past the creepy sign fence thing. We practically flung the doors open and dove into the jeep. As i turned the key in the ignition, starting the vehicle, i turned on my light pods and light bar that i had installed on the jeep to get as much visibility of my surroundings as possible. I wish i hadn’t.

The jeep was at an angle that the LEDs were shining light off to the right of the makeshift fence. This meant that we could see past the parking lot and though the 12 food fence that surrounded the zoo itself. And on the other side of the fence, were eyes, at least a hundred reflective eyes. Jack let out a “Oh my…” I’m pretty sure he was gonna say god, but he was cut off when he lurched forward as i put petal to metal in reverse, i popped a curb in reverse, then quickly did a semi doughnut in the grassy dirt that was on the side of the road. The second i hit asphalt again we were gone, like 70 in a 35 mph zone gone.

We were back in town in 50 minutes as apposed to the hour and a half it should have taken. I was in a lot of pain at this point so we had to stop at the E.R. to get my foot cleaned up. My shoe was ruined with hole in the side, and covered in dried blood. My foot could also be described in the exact same way. The nurses and doctor cleaned up my foot and bandaged up with the usually “just stay off it for a while” bs. I was really lucky that the shard of wood hadn’t severed any muscle or tendon though, i am thankful for that. As we were leaving, one of the nurses asked how i had done that to my foot, so i dryly responded with, “i was running from a phantom gorilla and stepped on it”. She let out a nervous giggle as i walked out of the automatic doors without any emotion what so ever.

Me and jack were roommates, so when we reached my apartment at 2:00 in the morning, which is where bob had left his car, we just let bob stay the rest of the night with us. There was something i had to do though so when we got inside. I got my laptop out while the my buddies got on their phones obviously not able to sleep, and trying to distract themselves. I had a specific task in mind though. I was looking up ways to translate sign language. I had a terrible feeling that those weird gestures that the gorilla had shown me weren’t random. And they were burned into my mind. After hours and hours of research, and the other two guys falling asleep, i almost cried as i read the message i had finally translated. The silverback has said,

“You gone, this place, no god”.

We still explore occasionally, but never at night, and never anywhere that is not within running distance of civilization. Nothing this intense has ever happened to us again, and I’m glad. To any other explorers out there, if you haven’t already figured this out, be careful, because you my find whatever it is that you are looking for, and so much more.

One last Cigarette

I lived in a small town in the northwest of England, U.K. There I lived with my mother and later on my girlfriend, I always had a soft spot for the horror and paranormal genres, I think that through this I learned how to explain things that would otherwise seem strange maybe to someone else.

This story starts when I was a mere child, upon moving into the house due to my parents divorce, I never really liked the new place, the environment was more or less the same. Typical English town side streets filled with terraced houses as far as the eye could see, always filled with a gray cloudy sky. I never quite got the feeling of comfort in this new house being only 6 years old at the time it actually could have been the stress of everything going on in my life at the time, but as I got older and more used to living in the house, that feeling of comfort and the feeling of being watched never seemed to leave.

when I was around twelve or thirteen i remember a typical night in my life at the time, my mum would make sure I was in bed in time for school in the morning and nothing seemed too weird at the time, until I woke up out of nowhere in the middle of the night, as I opened my eyes my room was dark but I could still make out the silhouettes of the furniture around my room. Nothing seemed wrong, that is until I heared a woman scream out in fear so loud I could swear it was directly in front of my, as I almost suffocated myself by wrapping my blanket around my head I paused for a split second only to realise my room was once again silent. I looked around once more and all seemed fine, what I did not notice was the unnaturally cold feeling I could feel behind me through my bed sheets. How I got to sleep that night is still a mystery.

About a year passed and again all seemed like a normal day, until I got home from school that day at least. As I got through the door of my house I put my bag and coat on the hanger as always, I went up the stairs on my way to my room, my bedroom being at the other end of the landing to the stairs. as I turned the corner at the top of my stairs I was almost caught in my own momentum unable to stop myself walking as I saw a shadow walking into my bedroom towards the wall, still caught up in my momentum I barely managed to stop myself at the other corner on my landing leading into my room. Safe to say I stayed downstairs that night.

Fast forward a few years myself now being eighteen, I had just arrived home from the cinemas with my friends from college. Once again this was a pretty typical night and nothing was out of the ordinary, until whilst I was sat on my chair watching TV, I saw a shadow from behind me. In the single second I saw the shadow It seemed to fall from the ceiling and that jump towards the door, me turning my head in a snap reaction I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, if I wasn’t already filled with adrenaline already from what I had just seen on my wall infront right infront of me i barely noticed that my bedroom door was swinging like there was some kind of breeze in the room, but I specificly remember my window being closed all night. As I turned around my heart began racing when I saw my window still tightly shut. I remember running out if he house to my grandmas who thankfully only lived around the corner from my and my mother who was at my grandmothers house at the time.

Fast forward again to almost five years later I had recently lost my job and had to move back to my mothers house along with my girlfriend, after I had left she bought herself a dog to keep her company around the house but what with me and my girlfriend living there once more, my mother seemed a lot happier when we were all around. One night I remember my mother was out with friends and my girlfriend was working at her job as a caseworker, she usually worked the day shift but had been called in due to another staff member being off sick. I was home alone with just me and the dog, I decided to stay up late and wait for her to arrive home as she had left and forgotten her keys. This was around 12:30am, I went outside to go for a cigarette in the back yard, George, the dog typically sniffs around and then looks outside the back gate to peak his curiosity, upon finishing my cigarette I shouted for him to come inside when he turned around and stared at what I thought was me. After shouting a few more times I realised he wasn’t staring at me, but he was staring past me, I slowly turned around to my right, I started to turn slow but upon hearing footsteps behind me I turned faster and faster realising the footsteps were of something running to avoid being seen. I took several steps back until I saw it, my mothers back yard was dark but I could easily see the silhouette of whatever made the footsteps, I couldn’t believe what I was currently seeing, was this the thing i heard scream 10 years ago? The thing I saw walking into my bedroom? The things shadow I was on my wall? I couldn’t even think about my past possible encounters with this creature, in a split second reaction I grabbed the dog and ran into the house slamming the back door behind me, I looked out of the window as quickly as I got back into the house, only to see the yard as if it had never been touched, I couldn’t even think about what I had just seen cause I was so scared, I could physically see my heart beating inside my chest. I knew I had to get out of the house, I looked toward the dog and saw him growling at the door like he was ready to pounce. I didn’t even think about what to do next, I just grabbed the dog and ran over to my grandmas house.

The next morning I decided that enough was enough, after all these years I had to tell my mother, when she woke up I pulled her to one side in the kitchen, away from my girlfriend and grandma. Upon telling her about everything I had experienced, the scream and the shadows her face seemed to loose it’s colour the more I told her of what I had experienced. She began telling me she thought it was just her seeing things but she had also seen shadows inside the house and even heard the scream. I asked her if it could have been a neighbour to which she said no, the house to our left was empty and still for sale at the time and our neighbours to our right were on holiday at the time. Not long after I managed to find work and moved back out with my girlfriend, my mother sold the house and moved in with my grandmother and we never mentioned or went near that house again.

GET OUT!

When I was around ten years old, I went with my older sister to a babysitting job she had so I could meet the kids and make some new friends. We played for awhile and had fun, the oldest one and I doing her little brother’s makeup to make him look like a clown.

At some point, we started talking about ghosts. They told me that there was a ghost in one of their closets that, if you stood or sat in there next to a specific jacket, it would grab your arm and pull you down. We talked some more about ghosts and similar things for a bit, then we decided to do something that I regret.

We decided to see if the ghost would talk to us. We put out a blank piece of paper and a scarlet crayon on the table in the room the closet was in (I think it was a dining room), and we asked a few questions. What was it’s name, how did they die, stuff like that. Then we all went to the livingroom, making sure we shut the door to that one room and no one left our little group.

I don’t remember how long we had waited, but we finally went back in the room to see if any answers to our questions had been written down on the paper. Well, there was something on the paper, but not what we were expecting;

Written on the paper, in all capital letters, was “GET OUT

We all got scared and went to the house of one of their friends, who had been my classmate awhile back. Once there, we all wrote “get out” on a piece of paper in capital letters to compare to the one from that room. The only one who didn’t do it was the little brother, who was the youngest of us all and didn’t know how to write yet.

After that, my sister called our mom to ask her what we should do, and she was told to get the bible the kids parents kept in their bedroom and start reading aloud from it, and I believe to also call out something like “the spirit of Christ repeals you”, though I can’t remember for sure.

I never went back there, and my sister never told me if anything had changed or not. When I think about it, I hope that it worked and whatever was in that house was gone.

the girl in the white dress

This story happened to me 3 years ago when I was 12 years old. It’s about how I had my first paranormal experience and hopefully the last as well.

The story goes like this.

It started at school. I was going to the bathroom during my math lesson. The hallways were empty and quiet of course. I’ll note that I go to this school pretty much my whole life and I’ve never experienced anything paranormal of terrifying.

So I’m in the bathroom doing my business, when I see someone walking into one of the stalls. I thought nothing of it at first, but then I realised that they weren’t making a single sound. That was pretty weird. But maybe it was someone just pretending to go to the bathroom to skip the lesson. I stayed to that thought and exited my stall. As I was washing my hands, I heard the stall door open, but the person wasn’t exiting. That was starting to creep me out, so I just went back to my classroom.

The whole time I was walking back to my class through the hallway, I felt as if I was being followed by someone or something and I felt a pressence. I started to run and at one point I remember hearing footsteps behind me.

The rest of the day at school nothing else happened. But I did tell my friend about it. She looked so pale. I asked her if she knew anything. She told me that yesterday some older students played with the uija bord there and summoned something. That was wery creepy, and I told myself I was never going to use that bathroom again.

While I was heading home after school, the whole walk I felt like I was being watched or followed. I brushed it off as my brain scaring me about what my friend told me earlier. The rest of the day nothing happened.

However, when the time was around midnight, I was walking to my kitchen, which is downstairs, I got this feeling again. My dad was in the shower close to the kitchen, so I felt a little better. I walked into the dark kitchen and turned the lights on.

I don’t remember closing the door, but maybe I did. The door has a glass in it, so you can see through. I was heading towards the door to go back upstairs, when I saw what looked like a woman running past my door to the dark living room across. She was wearing all white and her hair was about shoulder length and pitch black. I was confused. For a moment there I stood there in front of the door just looking through the glass. Then the lights started to flicker, that’s when I knew I should get out of there. I ran out of the kitchen up the stairs to the bathroom where my dad was still having a shower. I looked down the stairs into the dark room, which apparently the ‘ghost’ ran into. I couldn’t see anything obviously, because it was too dark.

Then I went back to my room and I was shaken up. I wouldn’t say I was scared. While I was trying to fall asleep, I thought I could hear breathing and at one point maybe even a cry. I didn’t tell anyone about this until the next morning. When my grandma heard my story, she jokingly said it was her. I knew she wasn’t going to take me seriously, since I was only 12 years old and stupid back then.

That was the end of the story, thank God. I was never a fan of the paranormal, and I will never be. Nothing else happened to me later, even now I’m still confused of what it was. But this goes to the ‘ghost’ or whatever it was. Let’s never meet again.

Thank you for reading!