I little back story before we get started:I live in the east side of Tennessee. It’s your typical country side with fields, farms, woods, etc. But there’s alot more to my home town then meets the eye. I wasn’t always a believer in the paranormal. But really, no one ever is until they have their own experiences. My experiences started back 2 years ago. I’ve had my encounters with werewolves, skinwalkers, wendigos, demons, even the goatman once. And many many more entities. But what I encountered three weeks ago, that was a new one for me.
It started when I was on the phone with my best friend. I was walking around outside when all of the sudden I heard a loud bird-like sound come from just above me. It was so loud, I nearly dropped my phone. The sound was other worldly. I didn’t recognize it. It definitely wasn’t any bird that’s normally around. It sounded huge. I ran out into my yard and looked up at the roof, there was nothing there.
Fast forward to the next day. It was storming like crazy. The wind was blowing violently, my house was shaking. Thunder roared across the sky. And it was just absolutely pooring rain. It was a complete monsoon. I actually love it when it’s that crazy so I was outside running around, playing in the mud, that kinda stuff. Well while I was jumping in a puddle…I heard it again, that sound. But this time, I saw something. Up in the clouds, I saw a shadow or…a silhouette. It looked like some sort of bird. But it was MASSIVE! I couldn’t see it too well due to the rain a mist. It seemed to at least have a 20′ wing span. I heard that same bird call again before it disappeared into the clouds.
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Hi there, my name is Johan and Iam 23 years and I live in northern Sweden.
I apologize if why spelling and grammar is bad as English is only my second language so please bear with me here. I have alwyas liked to go hiking and camping in the massive woods next to town. As a kid I always used to go with my grandfather.
I just always loved listening to the stories he we would tell me about the woods as we sat by our campfire.
He had always been a good sortyteller and the stories were always so capturing and made the forrest seem so much more vast and mystical than it really was. Anyway, I developed a big love for those woods and it become a big passion for me that I shared with grandfather.
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I have been looking for a place to post my story for a couple years now because I just need to get this story out to someone who might believe me, any way let me give you some back story.
It was summer 2016 in mid August in Minnesota on the White Earth Reservation, I had been working out for over a year and had lost over 80 pounds, the reason why I’m telling you this is because I always took my 3 dogs for a run every day through our 100 acre forest.
My dogs names are Magoo, Zeus, and Apollo ironically Magoo is our biggest and scariest dog, a German Shepard black lab mix he looks like a bear honestly, while Zues is a deaf beagle so I kept him on a leash and Apollo is a pure golden retriever and very protective but a big chicken. One day on our run we are about one mile behind my grandparents house on a good pace, I am occasionally yelling for Apollo to come back near us, when all of a sudden I hear him barking and this odd deep cackling sound from that same direction.
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For reasons that will become apparent, I will keep details hidden and all names will be changed.
So, I live in the U.S, my dad used be a drug dealer in South America till he came here. He cut off content with most of my family who still live there expect for my cousin Pablo. Now moving to America was hard on my dad and me. So, to make ends meet I would some less than legal activities. So did Pablo. Debt at the time was hitting my dad hard so Cousin Pablo offered me a job. He and three others were going to rob a local who lived somewhere out in the dead of nowhere in a private home, cut from society.
He told the job could let them a cool million if not more. So, after he got me a free plane ticket, I ended up in the middle of South America deep jungle 4 hours away from civilization. We stopped when, we hit the gate. A large fence that blocked most of the wild life nearby. We cut our way through and my cousin is explaining things.
I am with his three allies, Jack, Susan, and Mary. All who his local friends from his other illegal activities and just as much in need for money as I was. As I walked with them Mary, asked Pablo.
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This actually happened to me a few years back at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia.
My sophomore year, I roomed with a girl named Kara. She was a jazz vocalist, but her main interest was opera. We had a small room on the sixth floor of a dormitory called Juniper Hall. The walls were thin, and her last night singing and voice practices would keep me up late. After a month or so of lost sleep, I convinced her to move her last night practices to the music studios in the Merriam theater building a block away.
Around [8:00] one evening, Kara announced that she would be practicing late for an upcoming recital and probably wouldn’t be home until around midnight. Great, I thought, that means I can go to bed early (I was beat … I had a horrible day in acting studio, and was ready to pass out as soon as I had dinner). She said goodnight and left, coffee and sheet music in hand.
I made some grilled cheese and soup, gobbled it down, and immediately began to prepare for bed. By the time I got out of the shower, my eyelids were so heavy I could hardly brush my teeth. I pulled on my PJ’s and crawled into the top bunk of our bunk bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I should take a second to describe the layout of our apartment. When entering the apartment, the bedroom was through a door immediately to the left. Our bathroom was inside the bedroom, just past the bunk beds. (UArts is nice in the sense that you don’t have to share bathrooms).
Anyway, I woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing. I opened my eyes and groggily check my phone: midnight on the dot. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. I heard Kara enter the room and stop in front of the bunk bed. Checking to see if I’m actually asleep, i thought. She flopped down on the bed below me, which was strange, as she was a stickler for brushing her teeth and washing up before bed. Then again, exams were just around the corner, and we were alle exhausted. The mattress below me creaked, and then was silent. I couldn’t even hear her breathing.
I started to drift off again. I was just on the edge of deep sleep when I was startled awake again by a noise.
A key in the lock. The door opening.
And Kara entering our apartment, humming an opera tune the mattress below me creaked
This is a story my father told me since I was little. It was an experience that shook him to the core. When my father was younger he was in the air force and was stationed to Camarma, Spain where I was born. He requested to be stationed there because my mother is a Spaniard and wanted to be close to her family. Being in the military he met a few friends and they loved to go metal detecting around some of the neighboring pueblos that day back to medieval times. These little pueblos are rich with history and often have coins and jewelry in their soil.
On one of these metal detecting excursions, my dad and his friend were greeted by a few local teens. The teens were excited about a discovery they had made outside of an old abandoned stone church. Outside of the old church was a large hole, big enough for a grown man to fit.
The teens explained that it was the church basement and that they saw something strange down there. My father being the adventurous sort decided to take a look. My dad and his friend crawled into the hole partially hoping to find some kind of abandoned treasure or relics.
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First off, some background information. I’m 20 years old now and was around 7 or 8 at the time of this particular event. At the time we lived in the south of Spain in a very rural area with miles of wilderness around each town, each with their own interesting tales and traditions.
My family place at the time was situated in the middle of a lemon orchard which only served to amplify the sense of isolation to my young mind. Playing outside in the daytime was fine, but once it approached the night and the sun dropped behind the mountains, the place turned into a very eerie place indeed. Every crack of a stick or anything outside of the usual nighttime menagerie of animals would highten your senses as the feeling of being watched would almost make me sick, along with even my tougher older brother.
The part of the country we lived in often had heavy downpours that would damage the roads/tracks, if not wash them away entirely. Most animals would take shelter in these times but, well, not all of them I suppose. Me and my mother were returning from a routine trip to the store to get groceries and such, and as it was approaching winter time it was light when we got there, and dark by the time we left.
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This event occurred when I was at the tender age of 12. My Nana had fallen ill and had to be taken out of independent living and placed in assisted living which is basically where you’re in a room, nurses come in and are supposed to check on you, make sure you have your medications, etc.
I HATED it there. It always smelled of bleach that was attempting to mask the scent of bodily fluids. That was just an inconvenience. One day while me and my mom are visiting Nana, who was (she died in February 2017) still with it mentally and a feisty old woman, she was like that for my entire life. I miss her so much.
But on this particular day I was feeling the need to walk around, I couldn’t sit still. I asked my mom if it was okay if I roamed around the ward for a little bit. My mom said ‘sure, just don’t go to far’. Now the nurses there were great! Attentive and kind to patients but obviously tired and stressed.
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This is a sequel to “The Afterlife Can Be an Unusual Place” found here: https://darknessprevails.org/the-afterlife-can-be-an-unusual-place/
Okay then… where do I even start?
Things have been crazy since my last update, and that means a lot coming from a person from me. I’m pretty sure this house I’m in is going to torn down soon, and once that happens, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I suppose I’ll try to focus on the present for now before I concern myself with the future. I’m going to attempt writing to the few people who might find this story. I’m in a bit of a rush, as there is much to explain in so little time.
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A few years back I was staying at my dad’s house he worked nights, so I was often home alone. Some notes that help the story. I am a naturally freaked out person and I must have the house locked up completely (so doors, screen doors, and windows are all locked and shut). I leave the tv on, so it looks like someone is home and awake at all hours. As well as I kept the lights on in the living room and dining room. So, it looked like someone was still up and around the house.
One night around [9:30]-[10:00] I was just getting ready to go to bed, so I was in the hallway walking to my room when I heard the first bang on the front door. So, I stopped in the hallway and looked around the corner to the front door. As the second bang came and then a voice. The voice was of a girl and she was screaming ” Let me in. Please let me in, he’s going to hurt me. ” she stopped banging and knocking for a moment and then she started banging again and said “please let me in he is going to kill me” I stood in the hallway not making a noise and just stood there until I heard her run off the steps. After a few moments, I heard a car door slam shut and a car race off. I called the cops right after that. Of course, when the cops came there was no one outside.
The cops knock on the door and when I answer they said, “excuse me mam is this your dead body out here?” I mentally freaked out only to later find it was a joke and they were trying to calm me down. But this is a night I will always remember.
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