an unforgettable encounter

When I was about 9 or 10, I lived in a three story victorian era house, the attic being the 3rd story. My bedroom door was right under the entrance to the attic. From time to time we would get bats in our house, and the ones that would be stuck in chimneys after we had sealed them for the winter just happened to be only in mine. I always felt like I was being watched in the house, no matter how many family members or friends I had around. The most unnerving rooms in the house, to me, were all on the 2nd story. My bedroom, my parents bedroom, and the upstairs bathroom. The only other room on the 2nd story was the guest room, which only held exercise supplies and a blow up mattress. I remember I would sometimes sleep in the guest room because I was too afraid to go into my own room, despite ants biting me as I slept in the guest room.

So you’re probably wondering, “Why would you be so afraid of your own room?” Well, I’ll tell you why. Within the first few days of us living in the house, I woke up in the middle of the night. My hair at the time was quite long. I slowly rolled over onto my hair, only to see a huge rat napping on it. I was terrified, and slowly pulled my hair out from under it, lightly tugging its body across my pillow. I managed to roll out of my bed and immediately sprinted to my parents room across the hall. I told my dad what I saw, so he came back to take a look. Of course, there was no rat in sight. I was relieved, disappointed, and fearful all at once. Relieved the rat was gone, disappointed my dad didn’t see it, and fearful it was hiding in my room somewhere. Luckily, I never experienced that again.

I don’t exactly remember how long I had been living in the house before this next experience, but it definitely scared me enough to never be comfortable in my own room again. I was lying on my stomach, staring into my closet, where my “night light” was. (the night light was just the closet light.) I had been staring into my closet for only a few minutes, and I was still wide awake. I blinked, and instantly everything changed around me. I was paralyzed from the shoulders down, my eyes and neck being the only moving parts of my body. Everything had begun to violently shake as if there were an earthquake, and neon lights were flashing all around me. Things fell off of shelves, my mantle, etc. Glass and porcelain knick knacks shattered to pieces as they met my wooden floors. I had almost immediately began sweating so profusely my legs and back were drenched. I was panting through my nose, since I was unable to open my mouth. I just wanted it all to stop, so I slowly began to turn my head the other way. Before I could get my face out of my pillow, I suddenly feel hands pushing the back of my head, forcing me to nearly suffocate. They eventually stop, and I manage to turn my head the rest of the way, away from all the ruckus. As I did so, the palms of the hands had moved to the middle of my spine, grinding harder and harder until the pain was nearly unbearable. My scalp and face were now soaked in sweat aswell. A feeling of someone sitting on my lower back with their legs on either side of me became apparent, and I truly started to panic. I also began to hear a little girl screaming into my ear for me to wake up. When I say screaming, I don’t mean yelling. I mean damn near banshee status screaming. I eventually began using all of my strength to move my feet. After what seemed to be hours, one of my feet finally jerks. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing all my strength on tossing whatever was on my back off. I take in a huge breath, gritting my teeth, and finally flpping my back towards the closet I had been staring at before. A freezing cold washed over me as my covers slipped off only the slightest bit and a hard THUD rang in my ears. My bed isnt completely against the wall, but in that instant, my mattress was pushed all the way against it. As soon as I had caught my breath enough to know I was awake, I threw my duvet over my face, shaking profusely. I laid in silence for a few minutes, only being able to hear my heavy breathing. The last thing I heard before passing out was a whisper of, “I hate you!” in the same little girls’ voice.

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Noche the cat

A few years ago, a stray cat randomly appeared in our neighborhood. He was a fluffy tuxedo cat with bright yellow eyes. I remember when I first met him, I called him Noche, meaning “night” in Spanish. I don’t know why I did, but it felt right. I have had cats for a good chunk of my life and none of them behaved like Noche did.

His behavior was a bit unusual. He followed me everywhere I went and I became his human. He would hiss at anyone that came near me. Sometimes he would hiss at things only he could see. He only appeared at night and by day he always seemed to disappear. Since the first night I met him, I would call out into the darkness of our street “Noche!”. Without fail out of the shadows he would appear.

Over time I started to notice more strange things. No matter where I was in the house, Noche knew from outside. Whatever room I went to, he would soon meow beneath the nearest window. It got to the point that he started doing that even without me saying anything. I used to think maybe he just listened for my voice, but that was not the case at all. Each night he would come only when called and he would accompany me for my evening walk. I walked usually at night to avoid the sweltering heat of the day. I thought it was odd that he would go for long walks with me around our neighborhood. Sometimes I would look at him and his ears seemed to elongate into sharp points and his eyes would glow red. At first I thought I was going nuts until my husband began to notice the strange stuff too.

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A Demonic Presence

Hello there my name is Talyna and I am 11 years old. You’ve probably already jumped to conclusions that this is a lie but I’ve had a lot of spiritual contact in my life. This happened when I was 9 and I will never forget it. At the time I was at my grandmothers house and it had been 2-3 A.M.

I have savear insomnia even now so sleeping was not an option for me. The room was deathly cold and it gave me a bad vibe. Suddenly I felt a jolt of electricity through my body and sat up  immediately  to see my grandmother standing by the door. My grandfather is a sports writer and leaves the state a lot so we offend locked the doors when it was just me and my grandmother.

But in this case the door was open wide still slightly creaking as I saw the figure standing there staring me straight in the eye. Its eyes were cold not normal I blinked I rubbed my eyes to make it go away but I’d didn’t  standing there and continuing to stare at me.

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      This story happened to me over the span of about 5 years, starting back in 1999 during my second year of middle school and ending near my 18th birthday. Before I begin, I’d like to apologize for the length of this story, as it really means a lot to me and I feel that I need to spend some time explaining all of the details. Now I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts and spirits and all that. Even now, I find it very hard to place my trust in the supposed paranormal encounters that I hear from time to time. However, these events that I’m about to share changed my life forever, and I will never think about life and death the same way again.

The story starts when I was 12 years old and attending 7th grade in Black Forest Colorado. I didn’t have many friends at the time because I was new to the area, and I was also a bit shy. I can’t even recall who I was friends with back then. However, I remember very clearly the day that I met her. She was a tall blonde girl who always had this sad and confused look in her eyes. Her name was Allie. I had seen her around the school before, and I knew that there was something a little off about her, like she had some kind of mental disability or something. Whenever I saw her she was always sitting somewhere by herself and drawing in her notebook.

People would make fun of her all the time because she was so quiet, like she literally never said a word to anyone. Ever. I actually thought that she might have been mute. It wasn’t until about half way through the semester when I noticed her standing near the school entrance, clutching her notebooks tightly to her chests, and looking as though she was about to cry. A few kids were holding up a picture that she had drawn, waving it around in the air while taunting her like a bunch of entitled assholes with nothing better to do than to humiliate this poor girl.

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Evil Spirit or Wendigo

I was about 12 years old at the time of this story, and I still don’t fully understand what happened to us.

When I was in grade 6 I met a kid named Brodie. We were into the same games and he was already friends with my best friend masen. So after we talked for a few weeks at school and hug out during lunch he started inviting us over on the weekends to play playstation 2 and watch movies. We started hanging out all the time and we were introduced to his friends from town.

Let me go back a bit and just say we were from a rural community outside if a decent sized town with about 50 thousand people in northeastern Ontario Canada, we went to public school with around 80 or 90 kids and the kids from the city went to a catholic school with more than 150 kids which blew our minds at the time.

We would all play manhunt in the woods and field near Brodie’s house (for those who don’t know manhunt is what we call hide and seek tag or army tag), his property was great for this because he had acres of woods and a long hilly field just to. The side if his house. we would wait until it was pitch black out, grab flashlights and run around all year long, yes even in the freezing Canadian winters we would dress up in snow pants and huge jackets just to hide in the snow.

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The Girl In the Mirror

This was…fairly recent, and honestly I’m still shaken up. Let me give you some background.

I’m a 16 year old who never fits in and my parents think I’m insane. The house this encounter took place in is in Ohio, where I was born and raised. The people who live there are my relatives, and they aren’t exactly….normal people. We all have those oddballs in our families, right? Well, this goes way beyond ‘odd’. The man, whom we will henceforth call ‘Jack’, would flirt with my mother when she was young, and even does the same to me. So, fairly creepy. His wife, whom we will call ‘Jane’, is a former alcoholic. She herself is fairly normal, aside from the occasional tendency to act….extremely akward at almost every family outing. She respects privacy, unlike Jack. Jack is the kind of person to talk your ear off every chance he gets, and will even talk to complete strangers for as long as possible. Maybe he’s just lonely, but it can get pretty creepy. They’ve been married for many years, and have always had a strange connection to the house in which they live. The house itself is right on the edge of a forest, with Broken and rusty playground equipment out back. It’s on the top of s steep hill, and is extremely old, though I don’t know the exact age of the home.

What I’m about to tell you will seem fake. It will seem made up, and it will seem outlandish. But it happened. I had a witness to it happening and I’m sure he may still have the recordings. I never want to go back to that house, becuase of what I saw, heard, and experienced. Whatever is in that house…. Whatever is out in those woods……it’s not human. Maybe it used to be, but it’s not now. Not anymore.

My name is Sydney, and this is the story of the most terrifying night of my life.

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