The blue boy

Without bragging too much , my family are of aristocratic heritage, and my grandfather’s brother owns Chillingham Castle , a 15th Century castle in the North of England . We didn’t visit him too often , so when my parents and I visited him in the winter of 2015 I was ecstatic .The 4 hour drive from South to North was uneventful , but as we neared the driveway to the Castle things began to feel – strange . For those who don’t live in the UK , anytime after 4pm in winter is pitch black , and the castle, being set in the middle of the woods, didn’t help in comforting me . The leave-less trees set in the darkness conjured up strange shapes in my head , or at least I convinced myself it was the trees .

I knocked on the ancient oak front door to be greeted by the boney face of my Great Uncle Humphrey , or as he would always correct us ‘Sir Humphrey of Wakefield’ . He greeted us with warmth and took us to the dining room , where the chefs had prepared a hearty meal . Piles of sausages and pork , more than enough for the 4 people it was made for . Half an hour later , my stomach filled , so at around 11pm I retired to my bedroom . I wasn’t trusted to sleep on the 300 year old four posters so I was left in the guest apartment , something I was perfectly happy with as the drafts in the original rooms was unbearable , especially in sub zero temperatures. With my stomach filled I fell asleep quickly , but my slumber didn’t last all too long .

At around 2-3 am I awoke to see a flash of something , like a blue spark of electricity coming from the corner of the bedroom , behind the TV. I got out of bed and went to check behind it , out of fear of a huge fire starting , only to see a silhouette in the corridor , in-between the doors for my Mother and Great Uncle’s rooms. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief , expecting it to go away , but instead it remained , fixed in place . With my eyes cleared of sleep I could make it out to be a small boy , 6-7 years old , with almost a blue aura surrounding him . I took a step forward into the hallway, in the hopes of getting a better look at this entity , only for it to snap towards me , facing me front on . The boy’s face seemed to go from young and peachy to an old , wrinkled bag of flesh . This thing’s mouth opened inhumanly wide and sprinted towards me . I screamed and leaped to the side , only for the entity to glider through the wall I had just been stood in front of. My Great Uncle came straight out his room to see the reason for my screaming . Just as he exited his room a blue flash came from the wall the boy had run through , instead of acting in shock or surprise , Humphrey just sighed and smiled . I asked him what on earth that thing was , and he told me about ‘ The Blue Boy ‘ . When the castle had been renovated in the 1990s , workers found a hidden room behind the wall in front of my bedroom , only to find it full of the remains of a young boy , who was said to have been buried alive in the room . After discovering the bones , the workers sealed them back in the room as a sign of respect for the dead , which I think is the reason for the ongoing hauntings . My Great Uncle is practically friends with all the paranormal creatures that haunt the castle , I mean they’re his ancestors after all , and he sees them on a regular basis . After living there all his life I don’t think he really cares about them anymore , but that doesn’t help me from having the shit scared out of me everytime I see something.

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Errr….sorry man, I didn’t mean to freak you out

As I became conscious, I was acutely aware of two things:

1. it was completely dark and
2. The sound of dogs barking. Not just little yap yap dogs but big, rip-your-head off Alsatians or the like – and they were mad.

Suddenly a door slammed open and a light flicked on. A Doberman and an Alsatian, which were barely being restrained by a man, all tumbled in to the confined space that I’d ‘woken up’ in. I was in a store room underneath a stairway, exactly like Harry Potter’s bedroom, typical in English homes.

The dogs were going crazy like they’d caught an intruder and the man had a mixed look of incredulous disbelief, fear and what the fuck! I knew he could see me, well an outline of me anyway.

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Willistead Manor Haunting

I’d like to start this off by saying, I am a very loyal subscriber to Darkness Prevails and love the cryptic tales that are frequently posted. The paranormal intrigues me greatly, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to experience one of these terrifying encounters. Call me crazy, but I sometimes even wish something frightening or paranormal would happen to me, just so I could feel the rush and mysteriousness that comes along with it. It’s just something I crave. However after what happened last night, yes, last night (May 5th, 2018), I’m not sure I ever want to step foot outside of the house again past midnight. Here is my experience.

It was almost midnight, and my friends and I were heading to Tim Horton’s after watching Blumhouse’s Truth or Dare. We’re all seventeen, and for my friends’ safety/privacy, let’s just call them: Nate, Danny, and Mike. Now, I won’t spoil anything, but it wasn’t exactly the greatest horror movie we’ve ever seen. In fact, the ending was so pathetic that we were laughing about it during the entire car ride to Tim’s.

After getting some food, hanging out and then dropping off Nate at his house, it was about 1:00 AM. Myself, Danny, and Mike were allowed out as long as we wanted because our parents were sleeping and I had my sister’s car. For the first hour or so, we drove around town stopping by a few of the elementary schools that we knew of in the area and climbed them. Yes, I know that’s considered trespassing and it’s kind of illegal, but it’s just a hobby that we picked up recently and we mean no harm at all. It’s just something that gives a rush of adrenaline, which I enjoy as I mentioned earlier.

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The Nurse Who never went home

About 6 months ago, I used to work at a nursing home in sounthern Virginia. I had only had my Nurse Aide Certification for about four months at the time, so I was still fairly new.

On this particular day I was assigned to my normal 3PM-11PM shift. I finished my work as I normally would and when 11PM came I patiently waited for the night shift aide to show up. But she never did. Which meant I had to stay and work the night shift, which I had never done before.

The hallways was only being illuminated by the light at the nursing station. I quickly made a round to make sure my residents were in bed.

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They don’t pay me enough for this…

So let’s begin with at the time of this I was working at a local restaurant chain and I was working a swing shift, so I would often be alone. I would go in at 4am and open at 6am and then later in the week close the restaurant at 9pm and be there till 11pm for these hours I was alone. I am a female standing 5″2 and about 140lbs so an average 26year old.

Now I enjoy being alone, I liked the time to myself getting paid without dealing with people and cleaning or prepping for the day or the next day. But anyways, I didn’t really notice much of anything out of the ordinary at first, but one night I was about 15minutes till close and I had started cleaning up watching the clock and the empty parking lot.

Well no one had come in and finally it was closing time so I walked over to the door and pulled the neon open signs cord out and walked directly to the bathrooms. Now where I worked lots of drug addicts would use the individual bathrooms to shoot up or smoke etc so I always checked the bathrooms before I locked up.
Anyways I make sure to bang on the doors really loudly before I open the doors and make sure no one is inside before I turn off the lights and make sure to check the lobby.

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Marching band ghost

(Beford this begins, this story is 100% true. Also, in the story i made it sound kind of calm, but it was not. Please keep in mind that while the story may seem kind of calm, the entire time dread, fear, stress and anxiety took me over. Thanks) Hello, I’m a 15 year old from a small town in Indiana. I have been with our school’s marching band for 2 years. I play trumpet, but my one year I was put on Synthesizer (A big electronic bass piano, with the ability to make samples for use in our show) We are in Class b, and we have various connections between schools around our area. There is a school we know, who are in class a (Class is based on amount of people in that school.) Our percussion ensemble went to this school in June of 2017. This school was much bigger than ours, (I mean, our high school could fit inside it at least 3 times) so, we began to practice. The Marimbas, Vibraphones, and bells went into the band room, while the synthesizers went into the choir room. There were 5 in all, me, My best friend still to this day, and 3 other kids from the school. After practice, they bought some pizza, but no soda. They had gatorade and stuff, but i really needed caffeine. I asked one of the kids where a soda machines was, and they said in the cafeteria. My friend and i began to walk down a really long hall towards the cafeteria, when we saw 2 kids, about 8 and 9, riding around on a swivel office chair. They had wheeled into an indent in the hall that ked to rooms. We didn’t think anything of it. We made our way down, but once we got to the indent, there was no door, no kids, nothing. We were creeped out, but carried on. We got our drinks, and made our way down the hall again. We made it past the indent, and we heard a loud crash. We turned around to see a light was out, and below it was the silhouette of aMassive figure, Holding what appeared to be some type of hook or anchor. Me and my friend were completely frozen in fear. Suddenly, a voice came from the..thing. “Now i lay me down to sleep. Pray the lord my soul to keep. If i die before i wake, pray the lord my soul to take.” The voice was so scraggly, it sounded like a person trying to imitate my father. Eventually, me and my friend moved backwards, to see if step out of the light. It had long, greasy black hair covering its pale, cracked skin. It had black eyes, but were bloodshot. It had a hand missing, and was shaking. Eventually, me snd my friend built up enough speed to run down the hall. We made it back to safety, and we didn’t tell anybody what happened, out of fear of making a fool of ourselves in front of seniors. We jusr Kept quiet about it. My friend recently brought it up. I immediately remembered it, and we got to talking about it. Halfway through our conversation, he said that the shadow was very creepy. I replied, saying that he was crazy for thinking that was the scariest part. He said, “Yea, that wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest part was when he recited the lords prayer in my moms voice.” I froze, and told him that it was my dads voice i heard. He said otherwise. I asked him what he thought the creature was. He looked confused. “Creature? There was just a shadow figure. What creature?” Chills ran down my body. I was absolutely shocked and petrified. I wanted to post this here, because i need somebody to try and explain this creature. I know this sounds like a fake story, or a creepypasta, but it’s real. Believe me or not, i know what i saw.

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The ghost Dog

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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Demon Tweaker

I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington. Not the lush forest and raining all the time washington. Dry, dusty, hills on fire every summer, racist, small town Washington. I’m not going to use real names for Towns but if anyone reading this is from eastern washington you’ll probably know where I’m talking about. The town I grew up in had only two bars in it, a post office, gas station, convenient store and two schools. Elementary and the high school\middle School was further down the road. Since there weren’t a lot of kids, the middle school and high school kids were all in the same building. Like I said small town. This story though takes place in the neighbouring town 15 minutes or so down the road when I was 15 years old.

My best friend Nathen lived in town right in the middle of the university in some of the lower income apartments. These apartments weren’t that bad for being low income like other places. They were nicely kept up and not to many druggies around that area but a lot in the surrounding. I prefered hanging out at his apartments and around the university than my shabby falling apart trailer residing in the middle of methsville. Nathen and I have known each other since kindergarden and have been best friends since the very first day. We ended up both getting in trouble for writing on the walls so we got put into chairs facing the wall together and we had gotten into trouble together ever since.
We went to the same school for the first couple years after he moved up here from Alabama. Eventually his parents divorced in 3rd grade him, his two sisters, and their mother moved out to the next town over, so he had to go to school out there. We could never just not be best friends for life. So we kept in touch with phone calls, emails and little letters telling each other about our days at school and how much we hated our teachers and stuck up peers and school, work we were proud of. We even got to hangout at each others houses for entire weekends every weekend. I had just turned 15 in December when I had to deal with my bio mother dieing of a drug overdose. Both of my parents were heavy drug users and my father is still to this day a drug dealer. I have a lot of horror stories growing up because of this but those are for another time. A couple months after my mother died my father went to jail for a bit. I don’t remember how long but it was a couple months.
He was in and out of jail a lot throughout my entire life, When he came out he was different, he was worse than before. He’d always been the devil himself to me but somehow he had became even worse.

Months later right before summer started my bio father kicked me out because I had told someone something that had happened to me. Again another story for another time. 15 and on my own I was couch sufering for awhile (I did end up finding a forever home) around my shitty tiny town just trying to finish out that year of school before summer hit. I felt like once summer hit and I had more free time I would be able to figure out what I would do about everything then. This was the early days of facebook and not everyone had a phone in their pocket so just like any normal kid in those days, the library is where I spent most of my days. We had an hour time limit on Billy. One of the names of the computers available for public use at the library. Slow as all hell and loud as shit I would scroll through facebook seeing if any of my friends were on to see if I could crash with them and their family for a couple of days. Nathen was the only one that was on and he was also the only one that had messaged me. His mother was gonna be gone for a couple of days for something or another and his sister’s were staying at their father’s house. Nathen and his father were never on good terms so he didn’t go over there to visit as much as his sisters. He was going to be home alone for almost a week and his mother agreed on me staying with him while everyone was gone. She just wasn’t able to come get me and the people I was staying with didn’t have the time or means to transport me into the next town. We agreed to walk down the trail that connects the towns, meet up in the middle and walk back together smoking cigarettes his mother had gotten him and weed we had obtained. ( we were considered the bad kids in town. We got into a lot of shit together. We had shitty lives and should’ve died many times but boy did we have fun.)

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Not Your Average shadow person

Before this house, I didn’t believe in ghosts, after moving out, I haven’t seen another one. I am the first person to pick apart a video or a picture that is a hoax. That said, I have a story for you.

I was younger, about 10 years old, when I encountered the weird world of the paranormal. We’d just moved into a new home; it was the last house down on a dead end dirt road. The only other home on this street was our neighbor to the right.

He was an old man, could barely walk, and completely blind in one eye, and mostly blind in the other. I heard my parents mention he had daughters before but I never actually saw them. According to my parents, they were just waiting around for their dad to die. Pretty depressing, actually.

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I was young, like second grade young. One of my mother’s friends had come over and she brought her son, and he in turn brought one of his friends. They were both older; My mother’s son his name is David if I remember right was probably mid to late teens, and his friend who we’ll call John because I can’t remember his name was probably preteens or so.

Now I should say that I used to live in a giant igloo, well my house was white and shaped like an igloo, set in the woods a bit. A parking space for roughly 5 cars to the right of the house near the garage which is connected to the basement the house was set into a steep hill, probably 45° or steeper I don’t remember. And surrounding the house was woods.

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