The Ticking House

This is a very recent story from a couple weeks ago. My cousin Dallas and I, live in a small
town, and on weekends, we like to go to our uncles house and stay a night or two. Our uncle lives next to where our grandma used to live, and for some strange reason we are always attracted to the house so we go over there at least once when we stay at our uncles. The house is kinda creepy cause it’s an old trailer house with a couple busted windows and if you look in the house, all our grandmas stuff is still scattered about, which looks like she just disappeared one day, it’s creepier if you don’t know that she just decided to leave and live with my cousin and only took a few belongings with her. Like I said, we were attracted to the house so we went inside and started talking about how it was kinda creepy cause all the lights were out and it was kinda chilly, seems like a set up for a horror movie. While we were talking I heard a strange noise and I told Dallas to be quiet for a minute. We both stood in silence and heard a faint tick, tick, tick, like a clock ticking, down the hallway. We were in the living room, and when you look past the kitchen, you can see a door on the left, and then a door in front of a short hallway, which then turns right to a slightly longer hallway, which we couldn’t see down, which was exactly where the ticking was coming from.

We are very superstitious people because we have had a few paranormal encounters before so our immediate thought was a skinwalker trying to lure us in with the ticking. Dallas looked at me and said that there had never been a clock in the house that would tick like that, and he didn’t know where the sound was coming from.I grabbed a stick outside and slowly crept down the hall and poked my head around the corner and saw nothing, so I started kicking open doors. I started with the one on the left, which led to the bathroom and luckily there was nothing in there so I moved on, I opened the door and before I looked in, we heard what sounded like something walking across the plastic stuff that had been covering the busted window but has since been ripped off and laid on the floor. We ran in and looked out the window but saw nothing. D said that if it really was a skinwalker, maybe it turned into something to run off quickly. I told him I sure hope so and suggested we go back to our uncles and not risk running into the skinwalker if it decided to come back for us.

We later told our aunt but she didn’t believe us, none of our older family members ever believe us, which I don’t blame them cause I don’t want to believe half the stuff I see or hear. Dallas and I went back to our grandmas the next day and the ticking sound was gone, we don’t know what made the noise, and we don’t want to meet it. It can go make noises somewhere else and away from us.

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A Haunting in San Antonio

I first went to the Chinese Graveyard in 1980 at midnight on a dare as a teenager.

My friend had an “occult book” and strange candle.  I thought, what the heck, I’m bored. We entered at midnight, he lit the candle, said a few words and a weird wind blew past us….then nothing.

I was not impressed.

I began to explore with my cigarette lighter alone looking at the graves and it became foggy. I thought “that’s weird.”  Then, I said sarcastically “Oh great spirit, if you exist, make your presence known.”

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The woodpecker

I live in Finland. My grandparents have a cabin at the edge of the woods that they pretty much live in during the summer. It’s surrounded by farmland on three sides and the forest starts at the fourth. It’s a neat, sparse forest with the only foliage being blueberries and lingonberries — very easy to navigate and full of little paths leading to where you might want to go. A typical forest for the area. There are railroad tracks that run through the forest a little less than a kilometre from where the cabin stands. Trains still go through from time to time, but it’s quite safe to cross and I have been playing in the forest since I was a little kid.
As you can probably imagine, animals are plenty there. It’s mostly hedgehogs, squirrels, and many, many different birds, though once a bear was reported to be roaming around. My father is a bit of an amateur ornithologist though, so the birds always drew our attention. Most of their names I don’t know in English, but they’re lovely to watch.
When I was 17 years old, I was there for… pretty much the whole summer. It was my summer job, in essence: helping my grandparents with the garden and just keeping them company to keep them from driving each other insane. It was simple and sometimes excruciatingly boring, but it was good for me. I think.
The summer was a warm one, with less mosquitoes than we usually get, and thus I amused myself by roaming the forest. When I was younger I was not allowed there unsupervised, so I liked to be able to decide where to go and being just with me, myself, and I for a while. I’ve always been a loner.
Eventually, mouth and fingers purple from eating too many blueberries, I found myself passing the train tracks, too lazy to find the crossing so I just clambered up the ledge and hopped over to the other side. I never went far with my family, so now I was eager to see what lay beyond that point. The furthest I’d ever gotten was a couple hundred metres away from the railroad. The forest was a bit wetter there and mushrooms grew wonderfully in the autumn.
I’d walked a good five hundred metres away when I heard a sound I’d never heard before. It was almost like a child was screaming or crying behind me.
My first reaction, silly as it may be, was to jump around as though someone was going to attack me right then and there. Of course, there was nobody there, and I soon understood the reason.
It was a woodpecker. There is a sub-species of woodpeckers in Finland that makes a sound just like a woman’s scream. It’s very rare and I was excited just by the thought of seeing this elusive bird. It is quite gorgeous: big and almost completely black, just with a red spot on its head.
The scream sounded again. It was hard to tell where exactly it was coming from: it sure sounded like it was on the ground, lower than I. But the forest can be tricky with the way sound travels. I decided it was probably back towards the cabin and took out my phone to snap a picture for my dad.
I listened to the scream that was growing in volume as I neared it. My grand aunt had told me a story of how God had turned a rude woman into this bird, cursing her to roam the forests crying and apologizing for her sins. It of course was just an explanation to why a bird would sound so much like a human being.
Still. The closer I got, the less convinced I was that it was a bird and not an actual child. The problem was, it sounded too much like a child to be a bird and too much like a bird to be a child. I tried to shut out the mounting anxiety I was feeling, but couldn’t. I’ve stated I am a loner — at that age I was also a terrible over-thinker. I really started to understand why the ancient Finns had started coming up with stories to explain the sound.
Another thing that disturbed me was that the pauses between the screams were becoming shorter and shorter so that soon it was pretty much screaming non-stop. And still, underneath that I was hearing a faint sound of the train approaching.
I doubled my pace. If it really was a bird the train would no doubt scare it away. I doubted a child would be on the tracks, even by themselves.
When I cleared the forest the sound of the train was quite close. The crossing was there in front of me, and there sat a three or four years old child.
She was naked, smack in the middle of the tracks, and screaming her bright red face off while tears were running down her cheeks. She didn’t sound sad — she sounded quite angry, actually. In the middle of a temper tantrum, maybe.
I was utterly frozen for a second, heart sinking down to my knees. Then I of course started forward with a yell and the intention of getting her off the darn tracks before the train crushed her. But she stopped me in my tracks with the next thing she did.
She quit crying suddenly, with no hiccups or anything like that, and stood up on shaky legs. She looked like she was going to bolt, probably down the tracks.
I learned it that day: when disaster strikes, I am one of those unfortunates who do nothing. Who need to be given exact orders on how to react to every frigging thing. Because I suddenly could not move, even though I knew that she was going to die if I didn’t. There was something so weird about her.
I could see the train coming fast. They must not have seen her: there was no attempt to slow down or stop. She fixed me with an absolutely furious look.
“Give me a name!” she screamed right before the train hit her and she… disappeared.
The train breezed past and I was left standing there, stunned and afraid.
There is a creature in Finnish folklore called liekkiö. It’s the soul of a baby birthed in secret and slain by its mother. They are said to wander the forests and scream, and occasionally lead people into danger like will-o-the-wisps. The way to get rid of them is to give them a name, or to dig up their little bodies and bury them properly. I used to think it’s yet another story to explain that stupid woodpecker, but now I’m not too sure anymore. I don’t know for sure, but I think the creature was trying to lure me in front of that train.
This encounter haunts me more than I care to admit. I don’t go to the tracks anymore and children in traffic give me unreasonable amounts of anxiety. It bothers me that if the kid had been just a kid, I would’ve let her die — it bothers me that had I tried to save her, I might be dead. I do my best not to dwell on it.

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My house of horrors (location) Canada bc

This is just one of the many stories I have had in my old child hood home but needless to say it was one of the worst.

Ever since I was born we had lived in this old house on the outskirts of my little village, near this area I had plenty of incounters with skinwalkers and other worldly things but you would think atleast you would be safe in your own home right?…. wrong. Ever since I was a kid me and my family would have plenty of weard things happen you o us, such as finding the car keys in the basement even tho my dad left them in the kitchen, or the house land line phones randomly ring and when we picked up no one would answer back, you would think oh that’s probably just prank callers and clumsy behaviour but the thing is, no one and I mean no one ever goes in the basement and why would someone prank call pur house over 5 times a week, just to weard. Anyways this little story happend when I was around 8 years old my parents went on a little “no kids holiday” and hired a babysitter to look after us, they soon packed up for a three day little “business” trip and headed off kisses me my younger sister and my older brother goodbye. They said that the babysitter was five minutes away and that she knows that the spare key is inside the pot outside and she would let herself in, they said don’t get into any trouble, and went on there way.

Me and my sibling sat down on the couch and began watching tv when all of a sudden the door bell rang we were confused and looked out the little peep hole to see a girl who looked about 15 years old we thought she was probably the baby sitter and let her in she said hello to us all, after we went back to watching tv. She sat down and didn’t really care much for the tv but kind of just stared at us… we were new to all this baby sitter stuff since we were to young to be left alone without our parents before then. I just assumed she was marking sure we were all ok. After words she suggested we go into the back yard and play some hide and seek. It was getting pretty dark now and it was the winter season so it was cold, our parents told us before leaving we weren’t aloud going outside ESPECIALLY at night and in the cold. But she insisted, something was really off. We started walking tawords the door that lead outside when… the door knobe started to jiggle around. We freaked out and backed up when we saw the door was unlocking, we hid behind the couch and sat there huddled together while the babysitter was judging us and telling us to not make a sound and that she would go and check it out, she left us there tears filling up our eyes as we waited.. soon we heard foot steps coming tawords the living room. But… there was only one pair meaning the babysitter probably shood the person or what ever it was off right? We stood up from behind the couches and looked up… we were trembling now because we saw… a lady who looked as if she was in her mid twenty’s she said hey are you guys so and so.. our names, we looked at her like she was a monster. She looked at us and said “we’re are your parents didn’t they say be here at 8:30? And why are you guys hiding behind the couch?” We looked at her still not saying a word until my older brother spoke up and said “The the girl our babysitter were… were did she go?..” she looked at us and said “I’m Becky your babysitter?…” i looked st her and said “ no no the girl she was looking after us she went to go see who was trying to open the door…” she looked at us like we were crazy and said “ what do you mean I am your babysitter?” We we’re so confused and tried to explain to her what had happened but instead of listening to us she called our parents and asked if they had booked a diffrent babysitter or something. They said no and asked why. She explained what we were telling her. They both said that they would be back by morning and to lock all the doors and windows and make sure no one was inside. We didn’t know how to react and just went to sleep after that. I woke up to tapping on my window I looked out into the moonlight… and to my horror I saw… this girls silhouette by my window. I hid under my blanket and tried to fall asleep but I couldn’t knowing what I had seen. Ever since then I have never had an encounter like that ever again….

I don’t know if it was something paranormal, or some sort of wendigo, but if you have had an experience something like this please write back at me and help me under stand what I had seen that evening 10 years ago..

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Normal Day

I’m 22 female and this story happens to me a week ago.

I came to the office around 8am and I wanted to have a small snack and to grab a coffee. Our office doesn’t have a pantry or a small kitchen so you have to wash your eating utensils, mugs in the restroom. As I was walking ahead in the female restroom then it’s slowly turn dark? Not a electricity black out, it was like Gloomy. I’m not really sure what happen but it’s giving me a vibe that it’s going to rain. Let me picture this, my back was facing the sun then suddenly it turn dark and gloomy and I believe this time was around 9am.

The office was well lighted by sun we have a windows where the sun rise and sun set and everything was bright because of the sun. And I’m hearing voices from female restroom like someone is gossiping there like a 4 people inside restroom, but when I open the door. There’s no one inside, but I could still hear the voices but it was faint then suddenly the voices was gone. I did not freak out because I do not believe in ghost or any sort of paranormal, I was raised up in a religious community.

Surprisingly nothing happens to me and I finished washing my mugs and utensil and when to water dispenser to get a hot water and make a coffee. And I went ahead to my area to eat my snacks and have my coffee. The only weird thing is its very gloomy.
I have official business in SSS Quezon City by 2pm. That’s why I’m preparing my stuff to bring like government documents, money and then checking my iphone if it was fully charge. I was checking the messages then the phone suddenly glitch, I was so scared that my phone is broken because I’m still paying this one in Home Credit and I when to MIS (IT Department) to have my phone check, but they said that the phone was fine. Weird I saw that glitch.

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The creature on my family’s cabin

This story happened about three years ago at my family’s cabin in Michigan.

We were having a family reunion during Christmas break. My brother and I were talking and drinking around the fire until, CRACK! Something broke what sounded like a tree.
“What was that?” I asked giving my brother a confused look. He shrugged.

“You boys and I should go take a look.” My dad said grabbing his rifle.

“Dad why the hell would you need you rifle?” My brother asked. He got no response.
We walked outside into the snow night and walked around the back of the cabin where the sound came from.
We didn’t see anything but we did hear something. A strange howl mixed with a scream.
“Jesus, what in gods name was that!” My brother yelped.

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I went to bed at 1am. My friends say otherwise

I’ve had a troublesome childhood, and most of my friends have too, so one has chronic insomnia due to PTSD. So, my friends and I were having somewhat of a sleepover at my grandmothers house because my house was too dangerous to stay at and we were sharing a bed (there was three of us in total), and mind you, we were kids and were not under the influence of any drugs or alcohol. It was approximately eleven pm and My friends and I, who I’ll call Bethany and Luna, were talking as most young girls do, (the light was on, and this detail is critical) and we look at the fan. The fan was wood with no designs and yet, there was human (or what looked like human) faces being contorted with fear and pain. They looked like the mask from Scream copy and pasted all over the fan. It wasn’t just me who was seeing them. It was horrifying. Then, one smiled at us, the most evil smile one couldn’t even fathom. So we started to laugh and giggle, so we turned off the fan to stop the faces from appearing and it worked. We kept talking till around one am, and then I decided to go to bed early (I’m an extreme introvert and night owl with mild insomnia that didn’t kick in yet) so I did just that.

We woke up the next morning at 7am from muscle memory. We ate breakfast and I asked the question “what did I miss?”. They said “what do you mean? You were up with us the entire time laughing and making jokes. You even got up to find the Ouja board, but I remembered we didn’t bring one, but you insisted.” Said Bethany, in a very confused tone. I have never played with a Ouja board and I never will because my mother has had a very bad experience with one. “Wait, I went to bed at 1 though.” I chuckled, and Luna responded with the worst answer I could have wanted. “No. You went to bed after us, and after we laid down, you just stared at the wall.” We left the lights on because of the whole faces in the fan thing. I don’t remember any of this, but I distinctly remember going to bed at 1am and if someone could offer an explanation on what this was, please tell me. I don’t have a history with mental illnesses, and I really want- no, I need to know what the hell happened that night…

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Home alone or I thought I was alone

So I was hosting a birthday party at my house and i had 15 girls over and they all decided to play the Ouija board. So we set up the Game we get my candles and we light them and cut off all of the lights and we start the game. So I asked the board if any spirits wanted to talk and it moved to yes. So I then ask it a question like where was I born which none of my friends knew. And it spelt out Birmingham Alabama and then it spelt out the exact time which was 9:15 am . and all my friends where like is it right is it right and I couldn’t speak bc I honestly thought that one of my friends were just moving the planchet. They proceeded to ask questions and we played until about 1 am and my dad had gotten up and was at my doorway. But we were playing in the bathroom so we all jump up and he asks what we were doing and my friend Josie says “she told me that if I drew on my skin with this highlighter it will glow in the dark” and he weirdly believed her and began to laugh and head back to bed. So we go back and ask forforgiveness for taking our hands off the board without saying goodbye and we continue to “play this game” we had run out of questions to ask and all the sudden it starts moving and it had slipped out from under all of our fingers and it continued to move with none of us touching it and it spelled out “shut the door” I said I wasn’t going to and it said “I will” and then the door slams shut at this point we are all crying and freaking out and my dad comes and bangs on the bathroom door and tells me to open it so I throw the board in my cabinet and tell everyone that we are going to tell him that we were laughing so hard that we were now crying and they agree. So I open the door and he asks why we are all crying and I tell him that I scared them all and they were crying and I started to laugh so hard that I started to cry. He then laughs and says “that’s my girl” and I give him a high five, he then goes back to bed once more. I began to feel over whelmingly hot so I take off my shirt and I’m sitting there in my sports bra and my friends start freaking out and then they take a picture of my back and show it to me to reveal that I have scratches and bite marks all over my back. They then began to laugh bc they thought that I was pulling another prank on them but I insisted that I wasn’t. Later that night my friends decided to get me back after I had fallen asleep and so they go to the bathroom where I was with a couple of my other friends and they see that I’m finally asleep and they begin to laugh and plot their revenge and they had their plan thought out and finalized they begin to video and I do not remember any of this but I saw the video. In the video I stand up my eyes still closed and then I turn to face them. I then see my eyes open but my eyes are already in the back of my head. I then slowly tilt my head down and to the side and then I smile. I swear to God that is the creepiest thing I had ever seen. But Then we all got in a circle and prayed over everything.
Then a few months later I was sitting at home by myself because my parentswere getting groceries. And I was just listening to music and I just get this weird feeling that someone is watching me but when I go to torn my head I can’t move and then this woman she was in red and then her face was just black it was not even there it was just a empty hood. Anyways at 4 pm she grabbed my head and starts to whisper a language in my ear that I had never even heard before. I tried to tell her to stop but I couldn’t move. No matter how hard I tried to move. I couldn’t. Then as soon as it hit 5 pm she was gone and all the force I was using to try to move suddenly just worked and I went flying forward. My parents then proceed to walk in the door and asked me why I was bleeding so I told them everything. They didn’t believe me until my mom and dad saw her. they were mortified. They called in a priest and he prayed and blessed our house but this just made the spirits angrier I am still physically and mentally attacked at least once a week. We are currently looking at houses for sale.

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There are things in the woods

I never told this story to anyone other than my family, and to this day, I am trying to forget it ever happenned, but what me and my friends spotted that night should be known. Maybe this will sound as a work of science fiction, and I wish it was that way, but whatever it was that we saw was way too real for the imagination of four preteen boys. Anyways, this is my story, or better said my reality.

I was raised in a relatively small town in Slovakia situated between agricultural plains in the north and forests in the south. For generations, my family resided in a house on the street that bordered the murky woods.

At the time I lived there, I had two best friends, Philip and Tony, who both not only lived on the same street as me, but also were of the same age as I was and thus also attended the same class in the local school. Naturally, we grew to be very close friends and we practically did everything together. 

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Angel of Death, Denied (Part 1)

I’ve realized that it doesn’t bother me to bring up old memories, so here is another one. I won’t lie, but I will leave things out. I realize that leaving things out is a form of lying, but I don’t want people questioning if this is him. Here’s what started it all. 16 and a half years old, I had been kicked out of school and on my way to a facility to get my GED. The youngest one there and they knew it. They have a 3 strikes and you’re gone policy. I had four altercations, but 1 wasn’t reported and another took the blame. He was 5 years older than me and he hit me first. I left there with my diploma and a free ride through junior college.

At 17 I knew exactly what I had always wanted to be. A firefighter. I killed college. Just turned 21 years old, licensed paramedic, EMT certified and my masters in fire science. I could fulfill my dream, had I not fallen for freelancing. I would say odd jobs, but they were mostly certified jobs. Building houses, just carpentry of all types and construction. Welding, which unknowingly gave me no fear of heights. I think that’s why the transition to building and working on communication towers was easy. I’m opening up too much, so let’s begin.

After working a while all around some states, I settled down, sort of, shortly. I started thinking about being a firefighter. With money in the bank and debt free, it was time to get my feet wet as a volunteer. Having found an affordable place during my last job, I set up there. A small town near a small city. When I received a phone call to come in to talk with the fire chief, I was ecstatic. The excitement didn’t last long. He was impressed with my resume, but they weren’t hiring. He offered me the next best thing, “volunteer,” just as I expected. He said with my credentials I’m first on his list. That CPAT, (Candidate Physical Ability Test), that young, and that proficient. I killed it. I had to call about that. You really want this and I’ll be on the lookout for you. We shook hands and I left. I left smiling and thinking, I got this. I set myself up even more once I got a volunteer’s badge.

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