Hello.. from the other side

When I was about 13/14 my parents, my aunt and my friends parents all wanted to go camping. As a teen I wasn’t a big fan of camping, or being cold and just found the wilderness boring.

So my cousin Martina who was 15 at the time and I were allowed to stay behind at her house alone together, we had friends visiting our friend Whitney, Mary and Monique. We did the typical sleepover stuff ate junk food, watched movies, and gossiped about boys.

At some point we decided that it would be a good idea to have a Saeonce. We set up in my cousins bedroom at the front of the house and began… Martina , Mary and Whitney proceeded to scary Monique and I a little bit, we figured it out and we all started laughing.

After awhile the scary game had been forgotten and we went back to our gossiping and joking around.

I fell asleep early that night and was awoken by the sound of a door being flung open in the room I was asleep in, and the other 4 girls screaming !

I jumped out of bed and the girls proceeded to say Whitney was acting strangely… making sounds, and she had grabbed a knife! We all got up and scrambled to the front door which was in Martina’s bedroom and then rushed out the door out into the light of sunrise. I thank god we lived on a rural town in Saskatchewan and no one was around to witness our hysteria.

We ran down the street with our crazy friend not far behind us (but far enough that we could lose her). We rushed down the street and around the corner and ducked into the post office where we laid flat on the floor scared and trying to catch our breath, as we heard Whitney calling out to us and her feet on the gravel road. We laid there for I’m not sure how long until we finally got the courage to get up, we peaked out and didn’t see her, unsure of what to do we looked around then heard her coming around the post office again.

– [ ] We ran down the road as quick as we could, we ran down the road and then right down another road, then went rushing down a back road in town and down into some woods to hide.. I can still remember the rocks, grass and sticks cutting up my feet.

As we crouched hidden in the bottom of the woods I could hear her voice coming from everywhere! And plugging my ears seemed to make it louder! All we heard was our names being called to come out and “play” and sadistic laughter, this laughter and taunting continued until suddenly it began to taper off with the sunlight. We hid in there for what seemed like hours scared she was waiting for us finally when we were able to muster up the courage to go back to my cousins house.

When we walked back into the house Whitney was there sleeping soundly in her pajamas.. her feet perfectly clean, while all the rest of us who were also barefoot had black soles.. I’m not sure what happened and to this day Martina swears it wasn’t a prank!
I never messed with the paranormal again Incase you’re wondering.

Late night walk through the alley

My friends and I usually have crazy sleepovers, we are constantly trying to one-up every sleepover, from nearly dieing of cardiac arrest because we wanted to make sword out of soda cans, to nearly burning down a tree during new years, to what I am about to tell all of you now.

I decided to host a sleepover with whoever would be able to stay. By arround 4, all of my friends started to arrive. First my friend, Mickays. To protect their identities, I’ll just use nicknames, then Lyneé, then Ry, then Lills. For the first few hours, we had dinner, walked to Bosa, a doughnut shop here in Arizona. Then went  home and hung out, contemplating what we would do to beat all of the other sleepovers.

By 10 o’clock, Mickays was out and Lills was half asleep. We where on the cement wall that blocked my backyard from the alleyway. We where just talking when I had the bright idea to take a walk through the alleyway to my neighbourhood. Ry and Lyneé agreed. we would wait for my mom to go to sleep, then we would hop my back yard wall.

4 hours later, we where confident enough to go out. Lills would look out for us in case they woke up to check on us or take a smoke, as we where just taking a short walk, this would be verry unlikely, but if we where to get cought, I would be grounded for ages.

We are equipped with pocket knives and flashlights, since there is 3 of us and we are all females, we would rather be safe than sorry, one of us would have our backs, one would keep watch in front, and one would have a phone with a friend who knows what is going on. I would be in front, Lyneé would be in the middle with the phone, and Ry would watch our backs.

We finally hopped over the wall, and decided to take the long way arround. we had our lights on, knives and phone in hand we walked through the alleyway with one of our best friends on speeker phone. As we got closer to the end of the alleyway, we saw this middle aged man with a bag. walking to one of the garbage cans. in a panic, I whisper-yelled  “put the flashlights down and shut up” we where only a few yards away from the trash can. The man looked arround everywhere, then put the bag into the garbage can.

This was odd in many different ways, you could go through a gate from your backyard to throw something away. This man could have thrown it away inside his house as well with another trash can. When he walked away, we ran the other way back into the alley. Lyneé was explaining what just happened to our friend on the phone. Then Ry shushed us, there was another man who was at the other side of the alley, this man had 2 trashbags that where not verry full. we hid behind the massive garbage bins. We where totally oblivious to the fact that the man was looking behind every single garbage bin. He looked behind the bin that we where behind. He dropped his bags and pilled his knife. our fight or flight instinct kicked in, instead trying to fight this man in his mid 20’s, we ran for our lives. this man decided to chase us, our friend on the phone had to go to the bathroom and left the phone in their room. we ran about half a block with this man trying to catch up to us. We turned the corner onto my street, there is this guy who lives a few houses down from me who has a crap ton of trees and shrubbery. we dove into the trees and waited for the guy to pass. Fortunatley he did just that. after he was out of sight, we ran to my house and didnt say a word to our friend on the phone. Lills was asleep and I thankfully had my keys, unlocked the screen door and regular door. we didnt get cought, but we sure as hell are not going to take a walk through the alleyway at 2 in the morning again.

The sturgeon lake creature

About two summers ago my dad and I were fishing at sturgeon lake( a small lake near our homtown) we were about to start the day fishing and my dad was just pulling the boat up so I could jump in when there was a extremely large splash about 50 yards away from us near the center of the lake.

Now I can’t stress this enough but this lake isn’t particularly big, but occasionally people do catch large 40-50 pound pike out of this lake, so 15 year old me tries to think about it logically and labels it as such.

Once I get in our boat my dad starts up the trolling motor and we go over to the far side of the lake.

The fishing was great that day, you could pretty much catch a pickerel on every cast, and I had almost forgot about the splash when it happened again, my dad had seen it this time, so he looked at me with wide eyes and said”what was that” I told him it couldve been a big pike, but he was sure that Whatever made that splash was NOT a pike.

So we slowly drifted over there and not two minutes later I saw a large silloutte slinking around just under the boat but the weirdest thing in it had hands, not human hands but paddling bass with three fingers kind of like an alligator.

I pointed it out to my dad and he immediately started up the engine. When we had made it back to shore he asked me if I had saw what he saw. I asked “the shadow in the water?” He then replied “no that’s not what spooked me” so I asked “what was it?”

And he said shaking “it came out of the water on my side of the boat.

It’s head was the shape of a saucer and it had eyes on the top of its head, and a black and rust orange coloration” to this day we have not returned to that lake, because there should be nothing that big in that lake,

I’ve been trying to pinpoint what it could’ve been but unlike the name of the lake suggests there are no sturgeon there so that rules sturgeon out, and besides sturgeon have a pointed head like a shark, not a rounded one, the only thing that’s come close to maybe being it is a giant salamander it matches what my dad saw but I doubt one would be that big I think they only get up to four feet and what would one be doing in the middle of the lake.

So I guess this mystery remains unsolved…

Stranger in the Woods

Last summer, I had my first kiss. It was with Luke, my older brother’s friend. Luke was an okay guy, he was kind of a pushover, but he made me laugh and seemed to enjoy my company.

My brother, Alex, had an attitude problem, most teenagers did. I was a crybaby when I was little and he was insensitive, so we didn’t get along too well. Over the years, he’s mellowed out and my skin had thickened, but our relationship always felt like we were standing on thin ice. I’ve always wanted to have a more positive relationship with him.

I didn’t tell anyone about the kiss. It was meaningful to me and I didn’t want the local kids to know. I kept quiet, and so did Luke. He didn’t seem to care all that much about the kiss.

My twin sister, Grace, somehow found out about it, and was furious to know that Luke was acting as if he didn’t care at all. I told her I was fine with it, even though I was a little bummed out. And with some convincing, she calmed down. Her anger towards Luke lessened, but didn’t completely disappear.

We lived in Florida, and people associate that with hot, sticky, and humid. In some parts, they’d be correct, but the part I lived in would get casual breezes during the summer. It was just cool enough where you could actually go outside and not immediately die of heatstroke.

There weren’t a lot of trees where I lived, there would be a cluster of palm trees at the most. Sitting in the shade was almost nearly impossible. However, there was this giant lake that was located down the road from my neighborhood. There wasn’t enough trees to call it a wooded area, but it was relaxing to walk through.

A high school girl’s parents owned the area. So, while her parents were away on a business trip, the girl, Caroline, threw a party. I was surprised her parents left alone for the week, most parents didn’t do that around here. Maybe they didn’t care, or maybe they told their neighbor to check up on her from time to time. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I really wanted to go because Luke would be there. I knew it’d probably be seen as a little desperate, but my sister wanted to go as well so if the plan backfired I could always spend the night with her.

Alex was automatically invited, and let us come after we pestered him for hours. Caroline’s parents had a lake house, and was it was huge compared to our home. The lake itself was murky and dark. Of course, this was a high school party, so there were drunken kids already taking off their clothes to go swim in the dirty water.

Grace was excited to be there, she seemed to think that tonight was going to change her life forever. I just rolled her eyes at her overly-dramatic attitude and went searching for Luke. She seemed to already know who I was looking for when we first walked through the door. She had just clicked her tongue, then said gently but sternly, “Be careful.”

I quickly smiled at her before darting my way through the surprisingly small crowd of teenagers. Everybody was likely outside, getting drunk off their asses. I looked around the room, not letting anything distract me. When I saw him I tried to get his attention by waving, but then I noticed that Caroline and him were chatting. The conservation looked… heated.

I watched the pair for a whole two minutes, Caroline getting more and more handsy with him. His wide eyes landed on me, and our gazes locked very briefly before I turned around and quickly made my way towards the entrance.

“Hailey!” I heard him yell over the loud music, but I just shook my head in denial and walked faster.

When I saw an opening in the crowd, I ran down the front porch steps. I had been so happy to have Luke see me in my new dress, what a waste of $25!

“Hailey, wait up!” Luke called from behind me. “Please let me explain!” I didn’t listen though, I just kept running.

I was determined not to cry, at any means. I went out behind the lake house and let the empty trees keep me company. My flats were dirty from the damp dirt, so I took them off and threw them at the ground in frustration. I was also irritated by the sweat that had build up in the Floridian heat.

It was strangely quiet, I didn’t hear anything in the trees or bushes, just kids hollering near the lake. It was relaxing. I inhaled deeply, wanting to calm myself down. I went over to collect my shoes, which I had thrown further out into the trees. I wanted to hide behind one until the party was over and my brother came looking for me.

I heard footsteps behind me and I already knew who it was. “Just go away Luke. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” I felt Luke’s hairy arms wrap around me. That was a thing I usually joked about with him, about how he never saved his arms and legs, but everywhere else. I almost smiled, but the wet trails on my cheeks weren’t from happiness. “Just go back to Caroline.” The way I said it sounded kind of bratty but I didn’t really care at the moment.

A familiar, yet distant voice yelled, “Hailey? I’m sorry, okay! I fucked up! Where are you?”

I froze. My stomach dropped and my blood when cold. The guy behind me wasn’t Luke. I tried to break free from his arms, but his hold tightened. I smacked him upside the head with my shoes, but I was at a weird angle and it just annoyed him. A callused, sweaty hand covered my mouth before I could say anything. I felt a certain appendage press hard into my back. My heart was pounding as hot liquid leaked from my eyes.

I kicked at his hairy legs and clawed at the arms that held me. Red, angry trails were left behind, but he held on tight. I threw my head back at his face, hoping my skull would hurt him. The hand that covered my mouth loosened a fraction, but it was enough. I bit down as hard as I could, until I tasted blood on my tongue. The man let go of me for a split second, but by the time he realized I was free, I was already screaming bloody murder.

What happened next wasn’t that eventful. I found Alex and yelled at him to take me home or else I would tell mom and dad about the party. He glared at me, but I didn’t fucking care. I was crying and hyperventilating and I just wanted to go home. Grace was no where in sight, so my brother reluctantly went to go find her.

Luke found me, asking me what the hell happened when he saw that I was crying. I shook my head at him and sobbed. He offered to take me home and I agreed, not wanting to be at this damn lake house for any longer. He sent Alex a quick text, then led me to his car.

The car ride was silent, he didn’t ask about anything and I didn’t offer. Luke didn’t even finish parking before I got out of the car and ran towards my front door. I had a spare key attached to my necklace, and relocked the door once I was safe inside.

I don’t go out to parties anymore, not even the ones that are within my neighborhood and are indoors. I never told my parents or Alex about the man. I told Grace after five months of me getting terrified by everything. No one else noticed my jumpy behavior, that’s due to the fact that I spend all of my time locked inside my room now. I don’t like to talk about it. Grace said talking would help, but all it does is make me more scared to go back outside.

Gazebo Experience

I was always a very outgoing child. I didn’t always live in America, for the first five years of my life, I lived in the Philippines. I had a Grandfather on my Mother’s side that passed away two years before I was born and he was buried in this traditional Chinese cemetery since he was half-Chinese and his siblings wanted him to be buried there. So every year we would go to that cemetery with my Grandma, my uncles, cousins, and parents to celebrate his birthday or to just randomly show up and put flowers on his grave. It was a time for my family to come together and celebrate his life. My Grandma is a really chill person, so when my parents wouldn’t be able to come, she let me roam around the cemetery as much as I want, for however long I wanted. I liked playing with my cousins, pulling pranks on them, playing hide-and-seek, but I also liked playing by myself. Half the time I was there would be spent just me wandering off. This was a huge cemetery and there were iron fences all around it so even though it was huge, I couldn’t run away just like that. I knew every inch of this cemetery down to where certain shrubs are. This is important because of the next part.

Since I knew every inch of this cemetery, I would notice when something showed up and it wasn’t there before. It was Chinese New Year and everyone in the family came to pay their respects to my Grandfather. It’s not like here in America where a deceased loved-one is mourned forever, in the Philippines we take that time to celebrate their life. I was around 5 years old at this time and it was my last year before my family moved to Pennsylvania, so I decided to give it a one last walk around. I was walking for maybe ten minutes and came across a clearing. The sun was golden and everything around me illuminated. It was beautiful and there were tall grass surrounding me. Then I spotted the gazebo in the distance. I don’t remember ever seeing it, and I had a really good layout of the whole cemetery. But for some reason, it didn’t occur to me until after the incident happened. Anyways, I was drawn to this gazebo. I remember it being an off-white color and it looked like a fun place to play in. So I walked towards it and when I got there I remember just running around it and walking back and forth.

This is where the weird things began. I was standing in the middle of this gazebo when I hear the weirdest noise in the whole world. It was like a guttural engine sound, I have no idea how to describe it. With that noise came a strange high-pitched sound that really hurt my ears. I tried looking around me and then all of a sudden it just stopped. It was quiet and i couldn’t hear anything. But I could see the tall grass swaying with the wind, except I couldn’t feel the wind or hear it. Then I see a strange thing peering out from behind the grass. It was small and about the same height as my five year old self. I heard a clicking noise coming from it. The “being” or whatever it was, was just coming into view and then suddenly I was back with my family near my Grandfather’s grave and they were packing up things to go home. The sun was disappearing and I was just standing there, dazed and confused.

I don’t remember much after that, I just remember going home and thinking it was a strange dream. But I knew deep down that it wasn’t. I know the difference between being asleep and being awake, and I was very much awake. Growing up, I remember having the incident just randomly pop into my head but I would always brush it aside. But a few months ago, I finally decided to confront it. My Grandma lives with my family now here in America, and I decided to ask her about things we used to do back in the Philippines. I asked her about the cemetery and she smiled and said I would run around a lot and annoy all of my older cousins. I asked her if she remembers a white gazebo. At first she said no, and then asked me to draw it for her. So I drew it and she shook her head and said there was no such thing. I then asked her if there was ever a time when I was gone for a long time during the cemetery outings we had, and she shook her head again and said no, cause the cemetery was fenced. I decided to drop it until she told about one incident where I was acting strange. I pressed her on the subject and she told me that the last time we were there, I came back with a strange look in my eyes. I asked her,” What do you mean?”.

She told me,” You were always smiling and laughing. But that last time you came back and you looked very upset, like something bothered you. And then for a week you were so sick and you had terrible fevers.” After that I decided to drop it. I don’t know what happened that day in the cemetery. At this point, I don’t know if it’s a good idea that I should. I have a pretty normal life, and I’m not really into the paranormal stuff. I’ve told a few of my close friends but they either tell me I was probably just dreaming, or it was aliens or whatever. But whatever it was, I don’t think it’s let go of me yet. Not that anything bad has ever happened to me, but sometimes before I fall asleep at night I swear I can hear that same clicking noise.