I am a 27 year old female but this took place is 2010 when I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. I grew up in western New York and also went to school in the same city that I grew up in. At this time, I was starting a 6 month internship for my degree program. This internship basically required us to track our walks around town, observe our surroundings, work on our communication skills. It wasn’t particularly difficult but it had challenges.
At this time, my on-and-off again college boyfriend Bobby and I were broken up. This internship required us to work a large group of people that rotated, so that we had to work with everyone in this program at least once. I am usually a friendly person and will chit chat or make conversation with someone if they initiate with me. This was only a few weeks into this program and I was assigned to work with a bunch of guys that I really didn’t know or recognize from any of my classes. In this degree program, it is generally a male dominated field, so the ratio of men to women is at least 5 to 1.
My group got our gear ready and began our walk. Almost immediately, one of the guys approached started talking to me. At this time, I realized how tall he was. I am of average height – about 5’6″ tall. He had to have been 6’6″ or 6’7″, easily. He was pleasant enough and I myself was always taught to be polite, engaged in chit chat because I had a long day ahead and it helped passed the time.
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When I was a kid we lived in a city. I was around 8 years old when this incident occurred. I’m female. Probably not relevant but I was tall for my age and had blonde curly hair.
I was outside goofing around alone when I saw this tall, athletic, tanned, blond young man with tiny running shorts (it was the 80s) and he was shirtless. This was normal to me as we were mere blocks from a popular beach. He approached me and asked me a question I thought was absolutely idiotic “Can you tell me how to get to the beach?” “Uhh, go down this street, turn left and go straight down.” Or something like that. He didn’t seem to understand my directions and began chatting with me. I thought he was a total moron; I could find the beach with my eyes closed.
There is a gap in my memory between this point and what happened later. I don’t know how he managed to take me where he did, either. My next memory is being in an underground apartment parking garage with him. Him still chatting, me feeling uneasy. Then he pulled his penis out of the leg of his shorts and began masturbating. Some part of my brain shouted at me to run so I did. I ran like hell all the way home and told my mother who called the police. They never found the pervert. My mom told me years later they were going to beat the shit out of the sicko.
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Hi my story takes place in a cemetery that’s about a 5-10 min drive from my house depending on traffic. Woodland cemetery is a beautiful cemetery, during the day that is.
But this takes place at night my boyfriend and I went in there at night walking around for a bit checking out some of the grave stones and a little boy came up to me and he was soaking wet. I had no clue why he was soaking wet for there is no water close to where we were. My boyfriend didn’t even see him only I did. Then all of sudden the little boy vainshed in front of me we walked a few feet away from where I saw him and I say a dog running up to me barking and growling at me ( again boyfriend didn’t see or hear the dog only I did again). I said out loud “ ok doggie I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The creepy part was, my boyfriend and I walked a bit further and found a grave stone shaped like a little boy and his dog not even 50 or so feet from where I had seen the little boy and his dog
I had just gotten broken up with back in March. He broke up with me while I was at work through A TEXT because apparently he wasn’t attracted to me anymore, even though I had been a bigger girl the entire relationship, and until then, I had no idea it was an issue to him. There were other reasons, but I’m not going to bore you with those. Needless to say, I got real depressed real fast because I never expected him to do me this way and because I planned on marrying him. At the same time, I was also dealing with some financial and family problems. I tell you this just to give you an idea of my mental sate and vulnerability at this time.
About two months after we had been broken up, I decided to go seek professional help. Everything was piling up on me and it was beginning to be too much. I was becoming someone I didn’t recgonize and I didn’t like it.
Three weeks later, I was on my 3rd therapy appointment. I checked in and sat in the waiting room, looking mindlessly through my phone, waiting for my name to be called. I just wanted to get it over with since I just got off work that morning and wanted to go home and get some sleep.
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So about a few months ago me and my mom wanted to go watch my cousin Carla perform a play, my cousin lived about a 45 minute drive away but since we were going to her school it was 30 minutes-ish.
So we eventually got there but me and my mom were late and saw the last five minutes of it. My cousin who was in the play came out after it had finished and told us that there was gonna be another play in two hours or so. So my mom said okay and we went out to the lobby to find my cousins sister… for this sake of the story we’re gonna call her Janelle.
So Janelle came out and came to me and hugged me asking how I was and stuff. I answered her by saying I was good and such and such. So my mom had asked me and Janelle if we wanted to stay at the school for two hours and just buy some of the snacks they had in the lobby to get by. So we said yes and my mom had left me and Janelle with $20.00.
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I was in the grocery store when a strange little boy asked me to get something off one of the shelves for him. He looked about 7 years old, Caucasian, brown eyes, brown hair wearing glasses a green t-shirt and tan shorts. There was nothing unusual about his appearance. It was the way he spoke to me. Because he seemed too demanding and was pointing randomly at something on the herbs and spices shelf, I looked around for his parents. A parent wouldn’t tell a child that young to just grab things like that, so I just shook my head and ignored him then went to the next aisle. He followed me and repeated his request, “Hey mister! Get that for me!” When I continued to ignore him, he ran off as if he was going to tattle on me for failure to obey him.
At this point I’m thinking he might just be spoiled or have some other problem. Then I saw him running around in other sections of the store, but it seemed like nobody else saw him. He opened and slammed one of the doors in the frozen foods section right next to another shopper and she didn’t even look at him. After paying for my cart of groceries he walked right next to me as if he was going to follow me all the way to my car. Because the customer service counter was right in front of me, I told the employee at the counter that this unattended child seems to be lost. She asked me to describe him and tell her where I last saw him. I told her he is right here. When I turned toward where he was standing, he was gone. While I was driving home about 5 miles away from the grocery store, I saw that same boy walking on the sidewalk alone. He pointed to me and waved as I drove by. At no time did I see another child or an adult with him. Very weird if not paranormal.
While working as a Detention Deputy at a county jail in Florida I sometimes was assigned to the Checkpoint and Main Control. The checkpoint is just a small shack that all visitors and employees had to pass by in order to gain access to the jail and to leave the jail. It has a computer, telephone and a restroom for the deputy to use. There always needs to be a deputy in the checkpoint so when the deputy assigned there takes his lunch break, another deputy must take his place until he returns. This is what we called “chow relief”. One night it was my responsibility to do the chow relief for the checkpoint post and a post called “Main Control”.
When I arrived at checkpoint it was business as usual. I was on night shift so there wasn’t much going on. But occasionally, I would hear this tapping noise at random times. The tapping was always in threes, “TAP-TAP-TAP”. At first, I dismissed it as the wind, an insect or maybe the rafters in the roof popping as the temperature changes. But then it got louder, and it now sounded like someone with long nails was tapping on the window. It got so loud that I walked around the outside of the checkpoint to make sure some insane former inmate wasn’t playing around with me by tapping on the window then running away. Nobody was out there. When the deputy returned from his lunch break, I headed to Main Control.
Main Control was a much bigger building with large windows all around it. It was only about 30 yards away from Checkpoint. The atmosphere in Main Control was about the same as Checkpoint on night shift. It was very quiet and uneventful. If anyone was inside Main Control or even near it, you would see them on the video cameras and you can see almost all around it just by looking out the windows. I was the only one there when the other deputy left for his break. Then about 20 minutes later, I saw some movement rustling in the fountain grass outside. I found it amusing that sometimes a stray cat or a nocturnal animal like an opossum might make its way in under the fencing. Because I like to watch animals, I moved closer to the window to get a better view. Right at that moment on the window was that TAP-TAP-TAP again. It startled me, so I jumped a bit. The tapping noise I heard could no longer be dismissed as wind. Something must have followed me to Main Control. I checked the cameras and again I saw nothing.
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When I was 27 years old, I was living in an apartment in Florida. It was in a large apartment complex with several buildings where all the tenants’ mail boxes were located next to the leasing office. My apartment was on the opposite end of the property, so I had a long walk to the mailbox. Because I was working night shift, it was normal for me to be awake during the wee hours of the morning on my days off.
At around [1:00] AM one morning I left my apartment to get my mail and saw someone standing alone in one of the courtyards between the buildings. It was a blonde, Caucasian female, 15-18 years old wearing an odd-looking dress that I assumed was a prom dress. I saw every detail in her dress because the front of her body was illuminated, and she was standing completely still as if a professional photographer was about to take her picture. The bottom half completely covered her legs. It was white with a black printed pattern on it. The top of the dress was an old fashioned, laced-up bustier (BOOS-tee-ay). She was also wearing a black riding hood with a long train that reached the ground and the hood was flipped back. Her face was a bit pale and she had a blank expression. I could not see her pupils because her eyelids were down.
When I saw her, I slowed down a bit, stared for about 3 seconds then continued walking. As I walked, I tried to make sense of what I saw. My immediate conclusion was that she is getting her picture taken in her prom dress. It was June, so it seemed plausible. But why do that at [1:00] in the morning? Maybe the photographer needed a special effect with the lighting. Where was the photographer? There was nobody there but her. Where was the light coming from? That dress looked more like a costume than a prom dress. While I was at my mailbox with my mail in hand, I then realized that none of this made any sense. Strangely I felt threatened by this “girl” or whatever it was, so I decided to take a detour when I walked back to my apartment. When I examined that courtyard the next day, I couldn’t figure out where the light came from. There was simply nowhere in the courtyard to hang a photographer’s light.
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There are very few occasions in my life I have witnessed strange events that I could not explain. These were very brief encounters, so my story won’t be very long. The first incident took place in 1986 when I was 13 years old in San Diego, California.
Sometimes when me and my friends got bored, we enjoyed activities that were somewhat stupid but exciting. Going through what I guess you could call our “Beavis and Butthead” phase we would play with fire, take turns touching the fuse box to see what electrocution felt like, try to climb onto our neighbors roofs without getting caught and ride our skateboards down steep hills to see who gets injured the most when we fell. When we ran out of ways to amuse ourselves outdoors, we eventually experimented with seances. When we performed these seances, we would always use my bedroom closet because it was just big enough for four people to sit in. Three or four of us would sit on the floor in the closet, close the door and try to raise the dead by whispering a name in unison repeatedly. We were hoping that something would materialize or answer us, but nothing ever happened so we thought.
Roughly 2 weeks later, during the night, I opened my bedroom window to let in some fresh air. It was the type of window that slid open horizontally. I removed the screen from this window a while ago, so it would be easier to sneak out in the middle of the night. When I was standing in front of the window I was still in my underwear because I just took a shower. As I placed my hands on the window sill and looked up toward the night sky, I saw something in the corner of my eye to the right. I saw a black hand slowly grab the upper right corner of the window casing. When I saw this, I couldn’t make sense of it. For a few seconds I froze, shouted then leaped back and ran into the kitchen in my underwear where my mom was sitting. Still full of adrenaline, I stammered as I tried to tell my mom what just happened. She stared at me for a moment I think because she probably didn’t know whether to take me seriously or not.
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So this story begins in the year of 2014. Me and my family were taking a road trip from Victoria all the way to Brisbane (which is the capital city of Queensland). This trip was mostly boring, with me just reading a book most of the way while my brother talked nonsense nearly the whole way there. As we drove along we came upon a national park known as the Pilliga national park, which is a expanse of forest that goes along for about 50 so kilometres.
This national park was known for its sightings of beasts known as Yowies. These creatures are best described as beige/reddish Sasquatch, but unlike Bigfoot these creatures are native to Australia, particularly around large amounts of forested areas where they could hide from the public eye, anyway back to the story. As we drove down the Pilliga highway my father told the story of he had come across a car there once while he had slept at a truck stop, that was covered from bonnet to tyre with deep claw marks.
He said that he had never ever seen such claw marks from any animal he had ever encountered, while looking at those claw marks he remembers hearing a deep growl come from the bushes behind him, so my father being smart ran back to his truck were he shut the door and locked it behind him. Later on that night he said he heard deep scratching noises which kept him awake for most of the night, however he managed to fall asleep once the scratching was over.
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