When I was in the 7th grade I began to try out new things. I wasn’t the type to do it by myself though, a friend usually drags me into things. So one day before school started, one of my friends decided it would be a good idea for me to try out for the Cross Country team. I’m not a very fit person, but running a few miles isn’t all that hard for me so I agreed to join. Practice was always after school and was usually really fun and I got to meet a bunch of new people, some of which are still my friends today. But usually after practice my mom would let me have an hour of break time then I would have to run another mile. Before I begin to tell you about my run I need to explain the layout of my usual route. We live in a rural area with a lot of farming ground but close neighbors. I have to say that our closet neighbor is only a half a mile away. Behind our house is one of our corn fields, this also stretches only a half a mile long and a half a mile in width. I would run up the gravel road beside the our corn field up to our neighbors house then I would turn around. I would to this everyday after practice and even during the weekends but I never heard anything odd. When i did hear something it was during a cloudy day and I went home from practice. During my hour break it began to rain and I thought I was in the clear from my run, but mom wouldn’t have it and made me run anyways. It was during august so the corn was tall and almost ready to harvest so something about 6 ft tall or less could easily hide in the corn. About half ways into my run I began to hear something following me, it wasn’t too loud so I just thought my dog was following me. I didn’t think to turn and look in the corn since it wasn’t a big deal that she was following me, but I did call out to her. Since she was following me I decided to say “Go home.” But a few minutes later I heard a voice softly say “Go Home.” back to me. I have a sister that likes to bother me and she sometimes mimicks me to make me mad. So I stopped and yelled “get out of the corn field or dads gonna be mad you walked over some.” I heard nothing for a minute so I jut thought she was playing a prank on me. Until I heard the voice again only slightly closer “Go Home.” I was a little confused and decided to turn back and run home, as I did I could hear something sort of limping behind me. It didn’t have a pattern like most animals do, it was random and all over the place. I was right at the end of the corn field when I decided to looke behind me. All I saw was a long black arm come out of the corn field and flew back in. It had pretty long claws and actual fingers! They were long a boney almost like an elderly persons hand when they’re 100 years old. I ran back into the house and never spoke a word about I to anybody after that, not even my sister. That year I delt with mild insomnia and only a few bad dreams. The only problem is I can never remember my dreams so I am unable to tell you any of them. A few months later during our Christmas break my dad called all of us to a window that shows the whole backyard, you could see the barren snow land that was once the corn field, but something was running across it very fast. It was black and slender, it was only there for a few seconds before it ran out of view. I stood there in shock and dad said that it was just a big black bear, but I knew it was the creature I saw that day and I wish to never run into it again. Now that I’m in the 10th grade, a new year has started and my sister and I have both joined the sport. This means I have to run down that road everyday after practice, I only hope it doesn’t show us more of itself.
So im a 17 uear old female and get alot of attention.At the time of this i was 12 and remember it vividly.I was going to go out with my friends to a movie and somr lazer tag, but we couldnt do that because there were to many of us. So we judt decided to sleep over at my friend Elizabeth’s house. At the time we hated one specific girl, but we all got along fine.Her name is Rylee.Once we all got done packing for the sleepover we went to her house. Once we got there, Elizabeth’s dad was drinking and so was her stepmom, and they both had drank about 3 bottles of some kind of beer. Her dad was really weird that night , besides the fact how he was pretty much drunk. He was flirting with me and a few of my other friends.Now this is where it gets creepy.Rylee and I were catching up, and then all of the sudden he bursts in the room and starts touching us innapropriately.She ran and grabbed my hand and called our moms .Thrn he ran after us with his shirt off and saying,” who want’s daddy first?” We knew what he meant by that, So we shut the hell up and hid in a tree.While Rylee was tring to get up kn the tree she fell down.I got down and helped her, but then he was with us.He was right behind me feeling me.It was thr most disquesting feeling of my life. Then One of the other girls had ran out saying,”Guys I just woke up ,Where are you?!” We just started scrambling as he followed us until I tripped and fell on a pile of leaves.He went right on top of me trying to kiss me and then taking some of my clothes off.Then Rylee came back and realizer what he was doing , she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the hideous creture.We ran in the housr called 911 ,and then told them what is going on ,then hid in their basement in a puddle of darkness.Until he came down trying to find us, he was very clise to the light and us. Then he turned tge kight on then off.We tip-toed as fast as we could away from him and out the door to my house. My house is fifteen minuted froM Elizabeth’s .We made it back until he called our house and thrn we locked the doors and windows. He was here screaming for us.We alerted my oarents and they told us to hide in the attic.He came into the room we had the attuc steps in and luckily the police came in right at the time he was liftine the door. If it wasnt for Rylee or the police we wouldnt have been raped or worse.
This story takes place in 2011, when i was in my second year of middle school. For a little backround, back then i was part of the ’emo crowd’ which, currently, i really regret.
The person who got me into the scene, was a girl who i’ll call Blondie. Blondie was, at the time, my best friend. We had sleepovers all the time, we explored the woods, and listened to music. I was so caught up in having a best friend for once, that i didn’t notice everything wrong with her.
Maybe if i had, it would have saved me from a lot of problems. The first notible instance i can remember her being bad news, is when we were in school, at lunch.
She had a safety pin, and was talking all about how we would have to mark ourselves with the symbol of the proxy. In that phase, we were petty into scary stuff, and creepypasta. So, being an easily manipulated teenager, we decided to cut the symbol of the Proxy, a circle with an X in the middle, onto our skin.
Hers on her ankle, and mine on my hand. I still have a faint scar when i tan, but otherwise it’s no longer visible.
It makes me sick to look at now.
The other time, we were playing in the wooded part of my trailer park. Like i mentioned before, we were really into creepypasta at the time, so we tended to Live Action Roleplay as the characters.
So, to be in character, she decided to take my hunting knife with her as we walked around. We met up with a few other kids who lived in the park, and started playing around/rough housing like kids do. After a while of sword fighting with sticks, Blondie decided to do something else.
She took my hunting knife and held it to one of the other kids face, threatening him in character. I, being a naive kid, laughed and acted out the scene too, mocking him. But that kid was terrified for his life, i can tell that much looking back now. He left on his bike with a scratch on his cheek. We said nothing about it afterwards.
The next time something happened that now seems horrifying, is another time we had a sleepover. We were watching movies, some we probably shouldn’t have been at that age, and eventually i fell asleep. When i woke up, she was.. well. violating me.
To say the least, i was shocked, but not angry. How could i be mad at my best friend? At that point in my life, she had me wrapped around her finger so tight she could nearly kill me and i would still love her. She told me to shush, and “If you tell anyone, i’ll cut you like i did Lee..i’ll sacrifice you to the slender god..” (name changed for privacy).
I was too scared at that point to say anything. Maybe i didn’t want her to get in trouble, either. So I couldn’t say anything. I just went back to sleep.
When both my grandfather and my baby sister died and she began to mock me for it, I finally decided to cut ties with her. That had been just about all i could handle. It’s been seven years, and i’m now i’m highschool. Sometimes i see her around, but she never acknowledges me.
I know she recognizes me though. She tries to befriend my girlfriend on occasion, and even once flirted with her in front of me.
That threw me into a whole other downward spiral, and eventually led to me telling my therapist. That therapist and i went to the police to get all that she’s done (there was definitely more than those few stories) out there, but ultimately I decided to not press charges. It would be more trouble than it’s worth. Take my advice, If someone you’re supposedly friends with, does bad things to other people, or even you, i’d suggest revaluating who your friends actually are.
Now, this experience happened to me about 5 to 6 years ago, so some of the details might not be there, anyways, here it goes. I had just recently moved about 6 months ago. I now live in a development fairly close to my old home and it was on a corner of a fairly busy street.
I moved for reasons unrelated to this story. I’m a 15-yo male and this happened to me when I was about 9 or 10.
My brother 8, my cousin 12 and I were all in my small, musty cluttered basement just playing around with the toys because we were bored. And literally out of nowhere we heard a toy fall from the other end of the room.
Now, there was no gust, just the fan blowing on us from this side of the room because is was very musty and humid down there, and from what I can remember, both the windows were closed. Since we were all fairly young, we scare easily and I, personally was and still am a firm believer in the paranormal.
So, I suggested we just go outside and play basketball or something because I was not comfortable at that point. They agreed, and we walked to the up the stairs.
We then heard a box of toys fall off another closed box. Now, the fan was indeed facing the the box of toys, but the box fell towards the fan. My cousin said run and we sprinted up the stairs and made sure to lock the door behind us and that was it. This is the only significant happening I can recall. These kinds of experiences had not followed me to my new home.
And I believe that if there was a spirit, it had no intent of harming us. And one more thing, my old home was rented out to multiple people after a family had lived there for years before then. I really only have one explanation for this, paranormal activity.
So I was about 6 years old when this happened. My mother and I were playing “Store” Since I just got a huge bag of clothing. All of a sudden, we heard a huge bang. We didn’t know what it was or who it was, and then all of a sudden we heard my brother screaming.
My brother never screamed, so we knew something was up. (Also, the house was a cabin-like house with 3 bedrooms and a basement, my brother was in the living room playing on his computer.) All of a sudden, we saw a huge shadow in the hall, wearing a suit and a fedora. A few years prior a man committed suicide and slit his throat on the green rug in our front yard, which we didn’t know until we looked it up.
We’ve had a lot more paranormal sightings since then, even after we’ve moved from that place. I don’t mind if you don’t believe this, but it happened and it was terrifying.