Disturbing stalker

Im 15 and this happened 4 years ago.

I was out with my brother and we went to the school to play basketball. We took a short cut so it took five minutes to get to the cort and on the way we saw a mini van and we looked and the driver and this man gave us a dirty look we brushed it off as a guy who doesn’t like kids and five minutes later we arrived at the cort and we saw the same van but we didn’t see the driver.

There was no one else there and there was no one on the feild. About twent five minutes later we went home and we saw the same van license plate and everything but diffrent driver I told my 13 year old brother and he brushed it off. We went to the intersection and I saw the same van and I figured the van was following us.

So I told my brother to take a diffrent route so the van didn’t follow us I didn’t tell my parents and I wish I did because I never saw it again and I’m glad I haven’t.


Stalked by a Werewolf while on drugs: Update

(This is not part of the story, this is for whatever website moderator is reading this submission, so please remove this paragraph if you decide to use this story. I used a throwaway email to submit the original story with and i dont remember what it was. I cannot prove that i am the author of that story, but hopefully by stating that the story was submitted at some point in late January / early February, that might be enough proof that i submitted the story [as it was not uploaded until March]. Also i hope that you can see certain similarities in my writing style as further proof that it was i who submitted the original story. I will submit this update anyway, with the hopes that it will at least be uploaded to the website as i completely understand that this might not be suitable for the channel as it is not actually a story. Oh, and thanks for uploading my original story.)

This is an update to a story i submitted earlier on in the year, titled “Stalked by a Werewolf while on drugs”.

So a few months ago i submitted my story to darknessprevails.org. This update is just to respond to a few comments from some people who are skeptical about my story.

The biggest criticism of my post was the fact that i was on drugs at the time, but i can easily explain how my story is still credible despite this. The drugs i were taking was MDMA. It is not a hallucinogenic drug like other drugs such as LSD and i, personally, have never experienced any strong hallucinations while taking it. I have taken hallucinogenic drugs like LSD and shrooms and the hallucinations i experienced were nothing like i saw on that night. Drug hallucinations aren’t detailed or cohesive, they are similar to a dream (where everything you experience completely lacks in detail because your brain cannot create that many fake details at once), whereas what i experienced was vivid and detailed. I still strongly remember every detail the beast: from its thick, black fur to its broad chest and its arms that were muscular at the biceps, but thin and scrawny at the forearm. What i saw was 100% real, whether i was on drugs or not.



Doppleganger in my House

This happened to me a little less than a year ago now, but first let me set the stage:

My name is Amber. I am a 29 year old single mother, currently residing in Tennessee. living with me are my now 7 year old son, my elderly disabled mother, and at the time of this occurrence my cousin was sleeping on our couch. Here’s the fun thing about my family: we ALL know that the paranormal is real. My mother was trained as a Shaman, my dad used to do energy work, and my cousin and I are Pagan and were raised, or rather trained, to deal with things that most people refuse to believe exist. Have you seen the show “Supernatural”? Well, one reason we love it in my family is because they tend to get the lore, and the “how to fight this beastie” stuff, pretty close to accurate, and my cousin and I especially love it because it is about as close as mainstream media is likely to ever come to showing how we were raised.

Now, he and I actually didn’t meet until high-school, and didn’t know we were related for a long time. He just became friends with my older brother, and became a part of our family, and THEN we realized we have common blood. small world, right? anyway, we grew up separately, but our families both raised us in much the same way. We each grew up in a relatively stable home, not a massive amount of moving around like the boys on the show, but were taught to study as much lore, on as many creatures and spirits, as we could find. As a result, although we don’t usually drive far to investigate paranormal happenings, when something DOES happen near us, or near our friends, we can usually figure out what it is, if it’s dangerous, and if so how to get it gone, without much trouble.

now, on to the actual story.

about a year ago, my cousin showed back up after having basically fallen off the face of the earth several years ago. he was now working doing private security in town, and our house was closer than his own to his current posts, so he asked if he could stay with us for a while, and we agreed. One night I was trying to sleep, and I overheard a conversation between him and my mom coming from the other end of the house in the middle of the night. I could hear what they were talking about, but since I missed the start of the conversation it didn’t really make sense. I remember hearing my mom’s voice ask a question that I couldn’t understand from so far away, and hearing my cousin respond with a sentence that ended with “at least this is plastic”. I assumed from the tones of the voices that my mother had found my e-cigarette on my desk (I may be an adult, but I didn’t want to deal with the confrontation bound to occur if she found out I was vaping), and that my cousin was sticking up for my right to do so.

I didn’t want to deal with it right then, I was tired, so I decided to deal with it the next day. my mother had been sick for a while, but it wasn’t getting better, so the next day she went to the ER by ambulance, and was admitted to the hospital. she was gone the entire day, so I knew I wasn’t going to get shit from her for vaping at least until she got back. I wanted to get it over with, but I also didn’t want to bring it up myself, in case I had misunderstood and they had been talking about something entirely different. so once she was gone, I asked my cousin “Hey, what were you guys talking about last night?” He looked at me kind of funny and asked what I was talking about. I told him “I overhead the ‘at least this is plastic’ part. did she see my e-cig?” At which point he told me that no such conversation had taken place. In fact, he didn’t remember talking to her at all the night before.

Ok, strange, but not overly so. After all, he might just not remember, or I could have possibly been hearing things, right? Even though I was sure that wasn’t the case, I brushed it off. No biggie.

However, that day I had my son raking the leaves in the yard. I didn’t expect him to do a perfect job of it, after all he was only 6 at the time, but he needed the practice, and I needed the help since I have a bad back and raking is almost impossible for me anymore. And while he’s raking he asks me for some tea. Not cold super sweet lipton, like most people down here tend to drink. No, in my family we like REAL tea. HOT tea. Especially in the fall and winter. He’s working hard, so I tell him sure, keep raking and I’ll make you some tea. I go in, boil the kettle, pull out a tea bag from the box he enjoys the most, etc. etc. I get the tea steeped, sweetened, and pull the tea bag out, but the tea is still pretty hot, and he’s got a sensitive little mouth. so I go set the mug on the wooden railing of our front porch, and yell out to him that it’s still too hot, so give it a couple of minutes before he goes to drink it, and I go back inside and to the back room where I was working on cleaning. now, through all of this my cousin was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room, which is where the front door enters. There are a bunch of windows in the wall across from the sofa, that are all grouped together to make one large super window that looks out onto the front porch and yard. my cousin did not hear me come inside, somehow, but his text alert went off on his phone a few minutes later, waking him. He sat up, and was fully awake texting back and forth with the person who woke him, when he looked out the front window and saw me standing there on the porch. He says he saw me dip my finger in my son’s tea mug on the railing as if I were testing the temperature. So it greatly surprised him when, just a minute later, my son comes inside yelling for me, asking me if his tea is cool enough, and I answered from the back room I had already been in

When I answered from back there, he asked if I had come in the back door, to which I said “no”. Then he asked how long I’d been back there, and started to be visibly agitated when I told him I’d been there a good 10 minutes or so. He told me there was something in the house, and told me what he’d seen on the porch just a minute earlier, and we put it together with what I’d heard the night before. His voice and my mothers, having a conversation that never happened. At least not between the real them. I keep an EMF detector app on my phone, and have tested it under controlled circumstances, so I know that it’s accurate enough for what I do with it. I pulled it up, and we went through the house, looking for spikes. Basically, hunting for where my wards on the property were breached. We finally got a spike with no electronics or wiring near enough to cause it, as well as a cold spot, right in the middle of my mothers bedroom.

This is where things got fun, because my son had never seen me banish anything before. People think dealing with spirits has to be all formal and precise, done exactly this one way and no other. I’m here to tell you, that ain’t true. The main things you have to get right are the intent, the faith, and the power behind the words to make whatever it is believe what you say. And by “faith”, I don’t necessarily mean religion, but you have to believe that what you’re doing will work. Faith in yourself can be faith enough to get rid of a lot of stuff, at least if you’re not dealing with anything too powerful. So, I stood where the breach had happened, and at the very top of my lungs shouted:

“OI! FUCKTARD! You think you can come into MY HOUSE, and fuck with MY PEOPLE?! Oh HEEEELLLLLL NO! You’re going to leave, right now, and you’re going to stay gone, or so help me, by ALL the Gods, I will FUCK. YOUR SHIT. UP!”

The funny thing is, if you’re sensitive to such things, you can actually feel when they leave. This one left in a hurry. And, of course, I immediately smudged the entire house (using sage I had lit from my third gen. Brigid’s flame candles), and smudged all of the occupants including our pets, and then re-did the warding on my house and land, including sprinkling salt around the perimeter. This was the first time I’ve ever had to deal with a doppelganger, but all in all it was far from the worst thing I’ve ever run up against. We managed to get it gone before it did any harm, so I call this one a win.

Wheelchair Lady

A couple months ago my dad used to work in construction in some Los Angeles apartments. This isn’t my story, its my dad’s. My dad might seem like a total badass and tough guy with a tough mind but in reality, my dad gets scared real easily.

One night my dad is done with his work and it’s his job to check and lock all the doors before he goes home.  As my dad finishes locking all the doors, he was recording on his phone. He didn’t know he was recording because the screen was all black as if the phone was in his pocket. It was over 15 minutes of him walking and locking the doors. Until he goes to the elevator. The elevator doors open and you can hear him make a loud gasp. There was a creepy old woman in a wheelchair in the elevator, which is weird because no one was supposed to be in the building at this time. My dad hesitated in getting in. He asks the lady “what floor?”

She answers with ” the lower floor.”

My dad responds with “the ground floor?”

She says “no, lower.”

My dad was confused but he just pressed the ground floor button because he was going there too. The ground floor is the parking lot where my dad’s car was parked. As the elevator doors open, my dad waits for the old lady to get out first but she was taking too long, so he just went in front of her.

My dad gets into his car and throws his phone onto the passenger seat. As he turns on the car, he hears the back door open. It was the old lady. There was no possible way this could’ve happened because he literally just saw the old lady trying to get out of the elevator. There was no way she could’ve traveled that fast in a wheelchair.

She then says something that will disturb my dad forever. ” I’m coming with you sweety.”

My dad responds with a ” WHAT THE FUCK?” And rushes out of the car park in seconds. At this point he didn’t care if he hurt the old lady. He looks back from the mirror, and the old lady is on the floor cursing at him.

My dad tells the security guard that there is an old lady down in the car park. The guard looked confused and said that he would check it out.

The next day, they call my dad up to the office and ask him what happened. My dad told them everything and they were all confused. They said that right after my dad left, the security guard went to check for the old lady. He said that there was no sign of her, not even a wheelchair. They had even called the cops, but no sign of her. They all thought my dad was crazy. But my dad knows what he saw, and he didn’t even realize that he had recorded the evidence until a couple days later. My dad showed them, and he didn’t look so crazy anymore.


Cancun Creeper

One week, me and about ten of my friends took a trip down to Cancun for a spring break trip. The weather was very nice down there, but to me, it seemed too peaceful. We had rented a condominium for a night, as we wanted to tour the Southern U.S. and Mexico.

Our next destination was New Orleans and then to Blue Mountain Florida. Back to the story. The night we stayed there will haunt me forever. Our condominium was on the second floor, and as we were watching an NBA game, we heard a loud crash, and loud yelling. We thought there was a fight taking place in the condo directly below us. We just disregarded it, as the final seconds of the game were going on. There was a loud sound as a player from one of the teams hit a shot at the buzzer to win the game.

Immediately, I was scared shitless. I looked out our front window, and I saw a shadow outside, in the hallway, possibly looking in our window. I just saw someone walking to their room. But were they, I asked myself. I didn’t want to waste the night, but I still thought about it.

As we were watching more TV, around 1 in the morning, I heard another loud crash, and as we all looked up, the front door to our condo opened, with a couple yelling at each other, one of them with a dirty face, screaming at the other, “i’m gonna kill you, along with everyone in this room, staring at all of us”

Luckily, one of my friends snuck up behind the deranged man, knocking him out. But the weapon he was holding scared all of us. It was a large size machete, probably recently purchased. The person who was forced in our condo told us “I’m sorry, he goes crazy sometimes”. Let’s get him some sleep.

But, as I slept, I felt he was watching us. What happened next will haunt me forever. I look out my window to see him holding the machete he held earlier, and holding it up to his neck, and pointing to me. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. The next day, we left. As I walked through the Cancun airport, I felt I was being watched by him. I know one thing: I will not visit Cancun again, and if I do, I will bring some of my friends with me again.