The Coven, The Demon, & The Idiot

Ok so lets start off by stating the obvious as the title says there is an idiot involved well I’m the idiot. Back in high school I was hanging out with this group of friends I had made. I had the hots for this girl and she was dating the head of the group. You know typical high school shit. Well they where in to witchcraft and I being the noob in the group didn’t know they first thing about this stuff. So the head of the group tells me he can teach me and that i have decent potential thanks to my aura. (for those who don’t know that’s the energy field made by all things) He tells me that my aura is different then most. Where most people either have a defensive or offensive aura mine is a combination of the two. Well this was the first time I had been told I was different then normal so I was sucked in. Several weeks later after I had been with the group for a while and we all thought it was a good idea to go out to “train” me a little in energy manipulation. We all went to this small patch of woods near a lay line that runs threw my home town and I was supposed to try taping into it and make and energy orb in my hand. I sat there trying to meditate and open my self to the energy of the lay line and all that happened was I felt stupid. I know how it sounds the group was probably making fun of me while I was siting there looking like a moron again I am the IDIOT mentioned above. Well its been what felt like hours to me and all I could feel from the energy around me was cold I decided to get up and ask what I’m doing wrong. The group is now all looking at the park across the river and I walked over they were all quiet and I couldn’t tell why but then I seen him. Standing on the bridge that spans across the river was a man. He was roughly six and a half feet tall I was only six foot tall at the time and being a high school kid with more testosterone then commonsense I spoke up first. I asked the guy who he was and what he was doing out here it was about 2am at the time. He stepped into the light of the full moon and leared at me. His response to my question was simple and and direct. “I’m not here for you now I want them” he was pointing at two of the group members from before I was part of the group and they looked petrified. I had no idea why this guy was in a pin striped suit and looked like a punk but I did get an eerie feeling. Well simple math time one six foot two hundred pound testosterone fulled high school kid plus girl he wishes to impress equals bad idea central. So I step up and tell the guy he’d have to go threw me first. Then he makes a statement I didn’t buy at the time but after this yeah I don’t think he was joking. he looks me dead in the eyes and with a glare that would kill you dead on the spot if looks could he said to the group “”I am Belial and they are owed to me.” Well after that I’m thinking this guy is just some asshole making fun of us and I actually laughed at him. Well needless to say he didn’t like that so I ended up with a fist to the chest and believe you me that was the least shocking thing to happen just then. As he hit me I seen a blast of black and metal gold flame exploded around his fist as he made contact with me. I ended up with a nasty bruise and a mind numbing headache. He ended up with what looked like his hand had been shoved in a fire. Flesh charged to black flakes and bones showing across the surface of his fist where he made contact. I stood up now fully aware I just had my ass handed to me but to pissed to care. when i went to make a move the head of the group stopped me and that’s when I noticed the man was GONE. like he was never there the only thing left the smell of burnt meat and sulfur. Shortly after that we stopped getting together and those to he had indicated left town with in that week. Moral here is that you never know who your friends are till you meet there demons.

The Haunted HouseNarrated! 

This story is from the prospective of my aunt.My aunt still lives till this day in the house where many people have experienced their nightmares.When she first moved into the house she had a sensation that something was wrong.The first event she experienced was when she was praying one night and as soon as she finished she felt as if someone or something was choking her.At the same time a pen flew across the room. She was panicked as soon as it was over ,but she couldn’t do anything about that was the only place they had to live.

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Did I Fall Into A Time Slip?

Hello, my name is Shylah, and the other day I had one of the strangest experiences of my life.

This will all sound a little crazy and a bit long, but I swear to you that every word is the truth.

Let me start with a little bit of background, my life is all about Fashion & Music, and as such, for my career, I style myself as “The Queen” and wear some very out there outfits, think Lady Gaga meets Elizabeth I.

At the time of this event, I was doubting the whole thing, I usually get so many compliments on my outfits, but being a guy and dressing up as I do, Crowns, Make-up, Jewellery ect. I get the people who don’t like it, I get loads of stares and funny looks, but sometimes I get someone being verbally aggressive, issuing threats and calling me a fag or a puff and the like, but just lately I’d had quite a few and was considering giving it all up.

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Haunted Forest Story

Hey there Dark Daddy, I new at this and have been wanting to submit stories from my life for along time. Many of which I will keep to myself, as I am currently putting them into a paranormal comic book. For the record, I am a 27 year old mom. This story is one of my earliest memories that string together the paranormal happenings inmy life. Your video wanted a haunted forest story, and I have one for you.

I was very young, probably six or seven, but maybe as young as 5. I have always lived in Southeast Michigan and everyone here camps, we headed four hours north- the exact area I don’t remember and was too young to care. It was my Aunt’s cabin. An aunt that I had an intimate connection with. My mother’s family comes in two forms, extreme Baptists, and witches. Yeah. I know. Witchcraft is a path that runs in our family and I talked to my Witchy Aunts about scary things I didn’t understand. This is important later. The ride felt like an eternity, with my four siblings, my mother, and my one aunts family in the next car. It was nighttime when we finally got there. I remember us driving slowly up a paved road, you gotta drive slow at certain times of night because deer are everywhere. We round a corner and staring at us, unmoving, is a massive buck. My brothers marvel at it, saying how tasty an eight point buck would be. I stare at this animal, it didn’t look..  Right. I felt like crying. I’ve seen deer, many times, at this age. I felt, disturbed. His eyes weren’t right and his mouth hung slightly agape. It was odd behaviour. We drove around it, but I couldn’t stop staring. The gaze of this animal followed my eyes as we passed by. I stared, afraid and accusingly, like I felt its existence was a lie. The buck smiled at me. The corners of its mouth curling unnaturally around its face. Not something a deer does. I felt horrified, yet validated. I was an old child, already seeing too much of human beings, and so exposed to the horrors of nature. I felt heat releasing from my body, and my soul screaming at it, telling it to GET BACK. The encounter beginning to end was was only about two minutes, but we all know how time has the sadistic tendency to slow itself and prolong our fear in moments like these. I wish that was the end of it.

We all slept in the living room, exhausted in our sleeping bags. The cabin was freaking awesome. Two stories, small, but the layout was super neat. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. I remember sitting up amongst the sleeping bodies and in the darkness, it stared back. A black mass towering outside the large windows of the cabin, staring me down, watching my entire family sleeping in the living room. It was very human, but I remember being confused by its long forearms. It was so dark from it being cloudy I couldn’t make anything out. I was already on edge from seeing that odd buck. It wasn’t until decades later that I would connect the dots between the odd buck and this humanoid figure. I felt more empowered, it was less scary to confront a strange man than a smiling buck. A single pane of glass was separating us. With one throw of its body, it could break it and get us. The fact we had ten people versus one black shadow man didn’t factor into my judgement. I felt my family was in danger. I felt angry, I wasn’t sure why. But in my fear I whispered harshly “Get. Back. STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY.”

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The Stregheria Experience

Before I get into my experience, I should preface it with a few facts. I’m a biologist, and as such I place a lot of weight on evidence I try to ignore eye witness accounts and anecdotal experiences. To me the word paranormal is a misnomer, there are simply things we don’t understand yet.

I also have to admit that I use cannabis frequently, but not for fun, it’s at the direction of my physician. As such I don’t really use any strains that are strong enough to effect me in any other way than relieving pain and allowing me to fall asleep, I’ve been doing it for 2 years now, and I’ve never had an experience like I did two night ago. We live in Southern California, we recently moved to a beach city. Our new home is being remodelled so we’re staying in another home my family owns temporarily.

My family only purchased this home a month back and they haven’t moved in or began to work on it yet. From the very outset the house oozed with darkness and straight out weird floor plans, that get you lost, doors to no where, a secret entrance to the garage, and a bonus room that is only 10×10 has a sky light and two pad locks. I decided to lock that room and never go in it again since it’s going to be demolished soon anyway. There were mirrors everywhere and it creeped the hell out of my wife, they looked like the mirrors from that horror film oculus but much smaller and there were as many as 10. I removed those and but them in the garage except for the largest which was bolted on the wall, and I have no tools with me.

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