The Legend of Spanish moss

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I have lived in Florida for all of my life and not the tourist traps and the densely populated cities of the southern end of the state. I live in the marshland outside of Jacksonville just as my family has for over 300 years, and to this day one story passed down our family has haunted me every time I look to the trees.

Down here we have an abundance of Spanish moss that grows on the trees above, blanketing the green leaves of oaks with a fuzzy coat of grey that will hang down peacefully. This was always my thought until my grandmother told me the alleged story of how it was named and came to be so prevalent.

It begins with a terció regiment making its way home from an expedtion to Santa Elena in South Carolina, this regiment was lead by a cruel disciplinarian who did not tolerate insubordination. It was rumored that he had multiple soldiers executed or otherwise harshly punished for the most minor of offenses while he was leading troops elsewhere in the Americas.

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Odd noises

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I’ m a trucker. I’ve over the road for seven years now. I have put a semi in all of the 48. I have seen a lot of this beautiful country. Other parts not so beautiful or nice. This happened about 3 years ago. I was on a load to Florida and I try to avoid Atlanta, so I was running down I 22 in Mississippi. Its good road. Its quiet and I can good time. Now there is not a lot along this stretch of highway. Most of the exits have nothing at them. No fuel stops or houses just empty exits. They are good places to park if need rest and peace and quiet. The state troopers don’t run road very much since there is nothing out there. One night I decide to stop on an on ramp where there were no street lights and quiet knowing I wouldn’t be bothered. I had food in the truck and my driving time was just about up. I climb into the bunk to eat and watch a movie. I had been shutdown about an hour, when I heard something outside, a type of whistling sound thinking it was just the wind I paid no mind. You hear a lot things on the road. A few minutes I heard it again and felt the trailer rock. I got up and paused the movie and looked out the window and in mirrors. I didn’t see anything I noticed that the leaves on the trees weren’t moving. No wind. How did the trailer rock? I had 42,000 pounds of cargo in the box. I thought it odd but maybe it was a wind burst. Sometimes the wind will hit the truck all at once really hard and rock the truck. If you’re driving it can hit the truck hard enough to knock the truck out the lane and there is warning when this happens. Any way I move back to the rack and the sound again. Now I think there is someone out there messing around my truck and I’m going to put an end to it. I get my boots on a grab a large knife and 3 pound hammer I use for checking the tires and get out of the truck. I jump down in an ill mood, I’m tired and parked here to get some rest. I walk around the truck and I find nothing and no wind. I hear that odd whistling sound coming from the treeline about 50 yards away. I get in the truck and start to take my boots off. Again the truck rocks. I get back out the truck and still nothing. I’m pretty pissed now I am looking to ruin someone’s day. I walk around the truck again and has come around the side of the truck closest to the treeline I hear that whistling sound come from the treeline. Its about 11 at night and I start to take a step toward the treeline when I see a large shadow move and a fear comes over me. The whistling sound again. Now I realize that I am out here alone and there is no help coming. I freeze and ponder my situation. There is movement I can’t make out what it is. The whistling again. My mind starts screaming at me to get back in the truck. I move back around the truck and get back in and lock the doors. I here the sound again and feel the truck rock and I hear something moving along the trailer. I’m done. I crank the truck up put her in gear and get out of there. I run down the road another half hour and stop at a better lit and populated area and catch some sleep. The next morning I get up and do a walk around the truck to see if there are any issues. As I walk around the truck I notice four lines in the dirt on the trailer it looks as if someone drug their fingers along the trailer. The marks were high up on the trailer. Who or what ever was must have taller than man I had ever seen. The top of the trailer 13.5 feet tall. The mark about 9 feet up. I don’t scare easy and I don’t stop in that area anymore not even in the daylight. Be careful where you pull off the road.

Why I’ll never go camping again

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So this was almost 5 years ago when me and my family went to an old camping ground we used to go to for years and we really didnt have anything wrong with it. There was the odd person here and there but the only thing different was for this trip is we were closer to the woods. We had it situated with 3 tents one for my parents and the 2 were for us, I have 2 brothers one older and the other younger. The third tent was rotated between the 3 of us so one got to sleep alone each night while the other two sleep in the same tent
It was my night to sleep alone and it didnt really effect me much if I was alone or not.

It started to get dark out so we made a campfire and sat around it telling stories and roasting marshmallows by the fire, I think could have been crickets for all I know but we sat there for a hour or so but then it started to rain, and when I mean rain I mean rain, it came down hard and there was a lot of it so we all set off to bed in our tents. I was in there for a while and I could tell everyone was sleeping because my dad was snoring even over the sound of the rain hitting the tents and no phones were on at the time so I knew I was the only one awake.

This is where everything went downhill, I started to hear a tree behind me croak, something that usually happens when theres wind hitting the trees, I obviously rubbed it off because i want thinking so I just left it to it’s own I ended up falling asleep but woke up sometime later to a loud thud, it almost sounded like something hit a tree Then loud scratches. I wake up sometimes to thuds and such so once again I ignored it. I then realised that i needed to piss really bad and how the camp ground works theres a designated bathroom in the middle of the ground but since we were closer to the forest and away from where the RVs are put it was a 5 minute walk to get there. I got my shoes on closed my tent and began my journey. I stepped away from our area and got around half way to the bathroom soaked then I felt a instant feeling of dread, not like something was watching me it was like something was directly behind me I was about to look back but then I heard both a moan and a growl, something that I could never recreate I didnt wait to see what was behind me, all I did was run I headed towards the bathroom because there was no way I was going to try and her payed whatever it was behind me.

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the Victorian home

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This story takes place in my grandparents home that they’ve owned since the 70’s in Los Angeles, CA. We don’t have lots of background history on this home other then is was built in 1901 and the previous owner was an older couple with a dog. Also, the home has had a psychic walk through. It has also been blessed several times and at one point was blessed once a year for years.

Their lots of stories and thing that happen in this house I’ll just tell you about two of the stories since they coincide. The first one happened before I was born, its more my dads story but has to do with later. When my dad and uncle were kids they had friends over and they decided to play hide and seek. Theres a closest under the stair case and one of the boys decided to hide in there. Before they could finish count this boy came running out of the closets and then the house crying and didn’t speak to my dad and uncle after that. Well 20 some year later my dad and uncle ran into him at the store. He came up to them and said “something evil is in your home and it almost had me.” That was all he said then walked away and never spoke to them again. I was told this story when I was older after thing happened to me.

Now how this ties into me. Since I was little I’ve seen things in the house and other places. People in my family think because my birth giver was into witchcraft and possibly satanic stuff, who knows if that way. Anyways I’ve had a recurring nightmare since I was very little before my birth giver let me visit my grandparents home. The nightmare is my running in their home trying to find somewhere to hid. For some reason its the closest in the master bedroom, ironically would be my room later. Unfortunately, there’s a hall that you need to pass before you can get to the closet and that hall has an entrance to the attic. The attic had been closed off until 2016 when they decided to reopen it. In the dream I alway get dragged into that hall before I can get to safety and something from the attic comes down and gets me. Finally, 2016 they opened the attic again when I went up there so my grandma could show me the other side they want to open up. When I went to look through the hole I saw the thing from my dreams and told my grandma she can’t open it. Soon after more activity started in the house and she thankfully decided not to open it. Unfortunately, it became too much for me and I moved. I don’t know what’s in that house but it seems to have gotten active and bold. I’m not the only one who’s left because of the actively and don’t think I’ll be the last.

Ohio

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It was a Monday morning and I was 16 justed turned 16 a few months before deer season. I woke up at 2:30 AM and left with my 12 gauge. When I went into the woods I felt like somebody was watching me but just shook it off as birds. I live on a big farm so I had a long walk to the tree stand. When I was walking I started getting more scared cause I heard whistling and started walking faster.
I think I was maybe about 500 yards away from the tree stand I heard the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I did the most stupid thing and started walking towards the sound and found a 50 year old man standing behind a tree about 40 yards away. When I saw him I took off running he was keeping up with me. He was actually going to catch me. I consider myself kinda fast. So when this 50 year old man kept up with me and I did the one thing that probably saved my life I took my 12 gauge that was in my hand and took it and fired one round in the air and the man stopped and took off running the other way. I took off running toward the tree stand and when I reached the tree stand it took me about three hours to get down and walk home.
When I got home it was still early so no one was awake so I couldn’t get in because I locked the door. I sat on that porch and right as it started to become light I saw something in the field it was him but he wasn’t the same something was different. He was smiling but he had a red substance in his mouth. After he saw that I noticed he turned his head and ran away. When somebody finally woke up I thought they wouldn’t believe me.
I went to get my dog from outside and he wasn’t there we looked all day for him but didn’t find him. The next day I went to the tree stand and found my dogs head put up on the tree like a deer on the wall. I haven’t been hunting since this.

True story

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Ever since I was about two I can’t remember a time without my invisible friend who has NO name..
I can’t remember a time where I didn’t speak with them, but one day when my friends and I got together and decided to play the Ouija board it all changed.
My ‘friend’ changed, i saw their true potential which was violent and disturbing but they had never hurt me! Not once! So why now? I was learning about it more and more after that day…
I came to learn it was a demon named after the god of mischeif ‘Loki’ this demon liked to pose as children and teens imaginary friend and liked to pretend things only to hurt them…come to think about it…he was the cause of my depression…he may have been the voices all along…telling me what and how to do things and it hurt me that i learned this so cruelly.
Now about a year later Loki has been gone since i put crosses around my room and started wearing my cross necklace that’s blessed but…i know it’s always lurking…somewhere…he’s always nearby.

The Woods

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I know this is going to be hard for people to believe but God has put it on my heart to share my stories with people in the hopes that it will help others. I am a 39 year old man, and I am what could be called a spiritual warrior of God.

I have had numerous experiences with the supernatural throughout my life, but this one is one of my earliest battles:

When I was 16, I was hanging out a lot with a female friend of mine. We lived in a Podunk little town that was really nothing but a 4 way stop sign and a phone booth, but where she lived was the very definition of the middle of nowhere; way down a narrow old dirt road completely surrounded by woods and brambles.

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it followed me home

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From a young age, I have always been sensitive to the supernatural and I have had many experiences over the span of my life. However, this is the one that haunts me the most, even to this day. I grew up in a small farm town in the south eastern part of the United States, and growing up I was a shy kid. When I was in the third grade I befriended another kid who was equally as shy. For his protection, we’ll just call him Billy.
It was an instant connection and after a while we became inseperable, like brothers. I began to notice that over a period of time that Billy.. wasn’t really himself. He was usually a ball of energy when we were together, but now he would barely talk. He even had trouble staying awake in class and he also began making these weird drawings of what I can only describe as a tall, dark, oddly shaped man. Finally, I mustered up the courage one day to ask him what was wrong. His reply however.. still gives me chills. “The man on the ceiling won’t let me sleep. Everytime I’m alone, I look up and he’s staring at me. I’ve tried to tell my mom, but.. she keeps saying its a bad dream, and I know that I’m awake.” In my feeble young mind, I didn’t know what to think. He then got a very serious look in his eyes and grabbed my arm. “Come over to my house this weekend, that way maybe we could both see him. Maybe then my mom will believe me.”
He said with an almost excited look in his eyes. “I don’t know”, I stammered, kinda nervous that we may actually see something. “Please!” He exclaimed. ” Okay, okay, I’ll talk to my parents and make sure its okay. But.. are you sure its not just a bad dream?” His eyes seemed to darken a little. “I.. I wish it was.” The rest of the day went by uneventful, even though, Billy seemed to perk up a little. A few days had passed, and it seemed like Billy was only getting worse. I had cleared it with my parents to spend the weekend with him, but neither of us seemed really excited about it. During class one day, Billy threw a note over to my side of the desk, and with half crazy look in his eyes, motioned for me to read it. The note said, “The man knows you are coming, and he doesnt want you to.” I looked at him confused, and folded the note up to put in my pocket. Later at lunch we sat together and I asked him what he meant by the letter. He looked down and muttered, “the man came back last night, and instead of being on my ceiling, he was standing over my bed. I.. I couldnt move” he almost whispered as tears began to well up. “He said that I’m not allowed to have friends, and that if you came over he would hurt both of us.”
At this point I was beginning to get angry. I could tell that he was serious. “Well you tell that creep that I’m not afraid of him. I dont know how, but we’ll make him leave you alone. He-” Billy abruptly cut me off and grabbed my arm. He peered off to the other side of the lunch room with a terrified expression. I tried to see what had him so mesmerized but there was nothing there. “Billy? Are you… are you okay?” I asked. He was silent and was still fixed on the corner of the room. “Bil-” I stopped talking when he looked at me. It looked as though all of the color in his face faded and his eyes darkened. “He knows your name.” He said, rather sternly. I must admit, I kinda froze up at this point. I didn’t know if my friend had gone crazy or if what he was saying was true. Deep down I really hoped that he was just troubled. “Okay” I muttered, trying to stay composed. The rest of the day went by uneventful, that is until later that night. Little did I know that this.. this was only beginning. Some time in the middle of the night I awoke, and felt the strangest sense of dread wash over me. I started to get out of bed and then realized that.. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I darted my eyes around the room, trying to scream trying to do.. well.. anything. Suddenly it seemed as though all of the ambient light in the room seemed to fade away. Suddenly I could feel the covers slowly sliding off of me, and when I looked is when I saw… it. It looked almost like a goblin. An abnormally shaped head with what looked like empty eye sockets. It was about five or six feet tall and that was hunched over. This thing was massive. I remember how it ran its pointy looking hands across my legs as it slowly pulled the covers away from me. It felt like my heart was about to explode. All of a sudden I felt like I was in control again. I shot up in bed and screamed as loud as my little lungs would allow. It stared at me with those dark sockets, before backing into the corner of my room and disappearing into the blackness. Suddenly all of the light flooded the room again as my parents stormed through the door. I wasn’t able to speak. I just grabbed on to my parents and cried my eyes out. Needless to say.. I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. As horrible as it sounds, the next day I ignored Billy. Part of me was mad at him for opening this thing up to me. About a week went by, I was still sleeping in my parents room and Billy and I.. We really don’t talk anymore at this point. Then one day at recess, the whole thing came to a grand finale, that is scarred into my memories. My teacher came up to me and asked me to go check on Billy. He didn’t seem to be feeling well and asked if he could go back inside to wait for recess to be over. Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew she assigned me this because she knew that Billy and I were close and we had been distant lately. I walked back inside to go into the class room, but before I could get to the door I could hear Billy screaming from the bathroom across the hall. I ran over to open it, but the door was jammed. “Billy!? Whats going on?!” I yelled banging on the door. “No.. No stay back! Help!” I heard him screaming inside. I got a running start and hit the door with all of my strength. The door flew open and I hit the floor sliding inside. Billy was in the corner curled into a ball whimpering. He got up and ran past me out of the bathroom. When I got up, my heart sank. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There were.. footprints. But not normal footprints. They looked like three fingers, almost like a turkey print, but they were huge. Like the size of my face huge.. They were literally burnt into the floor.. and the walls.. and the ceiling.. Literally covering almost every surface in the bathroom. I ran out of there. Billy ended up getting expelled because the school officials thought he had somehow burnt those prints into the bathroom. Him and his family moved away shortly after. Looking back, I of course feel horrible for ignoring him the way I did. But now I often wonder too.. What might of happen if I had gone over to his house. Stay safe friends.. You never know what might just follow you home.

Curly haired monster – Duplicate

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Me and my friends were in school one day and we’re siked about summer vacation.My friend Sam had a great idea about going camping with all of our friends. I immediately was worried about the idea as I thought my mom wouldn’t let me go as she was one of those moms who was overprotective to say the least.

Once we asked around after school about who wanted to go we each set out on asking for permission from our parents. I was skeptical about this as like I said my mom isn’t the most reasoning women about these things. But to my surprise she decided to let me go as she saw it as a good way to get me off the computer.

Not all of my friends could go but a few could. Me my friend Sam and Jamie Were all allowed and started to decide where we would go.

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Giant Thunderbird of Tombstone – Duplicate

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This isn’t my story, but a trusted friend of mine hasn’t told anyone this, and wants to get it off her chest. Due to her wanting her identity kept secret, I’ll be using her Native American name for her and the friend of hers, rather than the given name. It happened in Spring of 2018, so it’s still fresh in her mind.

In Tombstone, Arizona, Gold Wing (my friend) had just visited the Birdcage Theater with her friend, Calm Stream. As they walked, they kept hearing wind blowing all around them. Since they were just eager to get back home and have lunch, they passed it off as nothing. Calm Stream kept looking around and Gold Wing told him that he should stop, because the fidgeting was really ticking her off. He said “I’m telling you, that wind isn’t natural, now that I think about it. It might be a . . .” he trailed off and Gold Wing said “A what?” Calm Stream just told her not to worry about. Miffed, Gold Wing just continued to walk.

When they were close to being back, Calm Stream felt a really strong wind and a huge “CAW!” But, rather than being a shrill crow, it sounded more like a crash of thunder. He looked up at the same time Gold Wing did, and they both saw something beyond astounding. As they watched, a huge bird flew over them. It looked like the same color as a crow, only scaled up to gargantuan size. Calm Stream and Gold Wing both agree that it was at least 30 feet long, with a 60-foot wingspan. In fact, it actually covered the sun as it flew past. After it was out of sight, neither of them moved for over a minute. Gold Wing said “We need to tell somebody.” Calm Stream refused and said his reputation wasn’t going to be ruined by saying he saw a giant bird. Gold Wing decided not to tell anyone except me about it.

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