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Swamp Zombie

This is true.

I was staying at my uncle and step-aunts house to babysit my 6 year old twin cousins. The house was right beside a swamp in Canberra. I was about 14 – 15 years old at the time. I had just put my cousins to sleep when I heard a squelching noise in the swamp. I assumed it was a wild animal, a cow or sheep that had got lost.

I ignored it and the squelching continued for about 20 minutes before slowly stopping. After maybe, half an hour, a low, distant croaking started. Assuming it was swamp toads, I wasn’t scared, but for fear of my cousins waking up, I shone a light out there. To my horror, there were no toads.


Not what I expected

Hello everyone.

At the begining I think I should introduce myself a little. I’m from Poland and for six years I’m a member of one of the biggest paranormal investigating teams in country. Sometimes people call to us and ask for help with things that they think are “paranormal”. I’ve got a lot of cases, files, photos and recordings of strange things and creatures. But this time I’d like to tell you about one of the weridest cases I’ve ever seen.

It was four years ago. I live near Czech and German borders, at the mining comunity. One day I returned from work and saw a new E-mail from HQ. They wanted me to investigate a call from village, almost at Czech border. It was some way from me but I lived closer to it than anyone else. So, the call was about suspected ghost activity. Not in one home but in entire village. From the intelligence HQ send me I tought it was a powerfull Poltergeist. I packed up ghost hunting equipment and got on my way. It took me about two and a half hour to get to the place.


Piggly Wiggly monster (revised)

  It has taken a long time to finally identify what exactly that creature was that charged me all those years ago in that small park in southern Indiana.  You see, it happened  back in the dark ages; in the summer of 1993. The internet was unheard of. Home computers were very rare,  phones were still for houses, and U.B. 40 was tearing up the air waves with their rendention of Elvis Presley’s classic, “I can’t help falling in love with you.”
I was sixteen that summer. It was one of those summers I’ll never forget. A lot happened to me that summe.   From riding around in a stolen car, moving away from all my friends, and even learning how to play chess. It was a summer to remember for sure.

Still, though after all these years the one event that stands out over all the rest was the night I came face to face with Piggly Wiggly. I am 41 now and that sighting has changed the way I see the world and nature but especially the way I think of the supernatural world.


Creature shot by my grandfather

Hello, first of all I’m sorry In advance for any spelling errors and gramer and punctuation marks, and over all mistakes. I really hope I can one day hear this story on your channel, not to seek attention or anything of that sort with that said thank you and feel free to do what you want with this story you can cut or delete any line add or take away phrases. you have my full authority And consent to do as you wish, this story will have 2 points of view mine writeing it and my my grandfather telling it again thank you and like always darkness prevails.

Ok The reason behind this story is to share what my grandfather Refugio Vera encountered and fought, In the mountain’s of Guanajuato Mexico. Because I feel a duty in me now that he has passed away to tell all of you what my old man told all of his kids and grand kids. He wasn’t a drunk or a crazy man I’ll from the mind, but in the contrary a respected hardworking well known man that worked from Sun rise to sun down. That is why when he told my family his friends and me what he saw, nobody had a single sense of doubt that he was liying in any way or making stuff up. He and my grandmother lived in the mountains of guanajuato by themselves, they were very poor Because they lived only of the land and animals they had and animals he hunted for food and fruit and vegetables grown by them around the house hold.


The Whistling Jack

The Whistling Jack

This is a true story. I have never to this to anyone before now, for reasons that will be obvious after you read it. This story takes place over several time periods. I am 53 years old.

I grew up in a small community on the southern end of Walden’s Ridge in eastern Tennessee.


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