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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A few years ago, a stray cat randomly appeared in our neighborhood. He was a fluffy tuxedo cat with bright yellow eyes. I remember when I first met him, I called him Noche, meaning “night” in Spanish. I don’t know why I did, but it felt right. I have had cats for a good chunk of my life and none of them behaved like Noche did.
His behavior was a bit unusual. He followed me everywhere I went and I became his human. He would hiss at anyone that came near me. Sometimes he would hiss at things only he could see. He only appeared at night and by day he always seemed to disappear. Since the first night I met him, I would call out into the darkness of our street “Noche!”. Without fail out of the shadows he would appear.
Over time I started to notice more strange things. No matter where I was in the house, Noche knew from outside. Whatever room I went to, he would soon meow beneath the nearest window. It got to the point that he started doing that even without me saying anything. I used to think maybe he just listened for my voice, but that was not the case at all. Each night he would come only when called and he would accompany me for my evening walk. I walked usually at night to avoid the sweltering heat of the day. I thought it was odd that he would go for long walks with me around our neighborhood. Sometimes I would look at him and his ears seemed to elongate into sharp points and his eyes would glow red. At first I thought I was going nuts until my husband began to notice the strange stuff too.
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For an entire year I was plagued with a reoccurring dream that came monthly. In this dream Tyndall Air Force Base and Mexico Beach were destroyed by a massive storm. These two locations are next to my town and are connected by a highway surrounded by pine forest. The part of the dream with Tyndall always had buildings wash away and disappear with the rain. I remember in the dream, the shore line would no longer look the same after the storm passed. It looked and felt so real. The part of the dream that got me was not Tyndall, but Mexico beach.
In the dream I drove from the destroyed military base down that familiar highway to Mexico beach. The houses were gone and the sun was setting. Only a silhouette of the forest remained. Then suddenly a faint glow would illuminate a makeshift town of sorts inhabited by ghosts. It was if these ghosts assembled a new little village out of wrecked houses and board walks. I remember entering this “village” and interacting with the people. They either didn’t know they had died or simply ceased to care. They were faded, washed out and slightly transparent. The thing that stood out the most were the oil lamps hanging over their doors. Their soft glow was not warm like a normal lantern should be. It was as it were the memory of a flame. The people acknowledged and interacted with me. At one point they bought me a small bag of sweets because I had no money on me. Their gift to me touched my heart. At the end of the dream when I left the village, I turned around only to see a silent, dark forest once more under an evening sky. No village, no people, no glowing lanterns. There was an emptiness and a sorrow in my heart.
These dreams weighed heavy on me because I kept having them often. And so begins the weird events that I feel are connected to my dreams.
Let’s begin with a fishing trip I took a few months back. Mexico beach was a place my husband and I would go to fish pretty regularly. One night while there, we were alone under a sky full of stars. Behind us was the forest and in front of us was the beach. No one lived on that side because it is owned by the base. There are no houses on that side of Mexico beach for miles. I remember that my husband went to grab his cellphone and that he had left it in the car. I told him to go get it and that I would stay put so he could find me. While I was alone and waiting for him, I would see white figures out of the corners of my eyes. I looked further on down the beach and saw the soft glow of an oil lamp moving as if someone were carrying it. The light grew dim and then was gone. My husband returned to me very shaken up and told me that on his way back to me, he though he had spotted me. When he walked up to this person that he thought was me, he realized that they were wearing a white gown and that it was not me. The person vanished into thin air. We left soon after.
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It was summer of ‘05 when me, my mother and my sister went to Zaragoza, Spain to visit family. We stayed at my grandmother’s apartment that she kept just for us to visit after moving in with my aunt Juana due to her health. My aunt Juana lived a few streets away and each morning we would make the walk from my grandmother’s old apartment to my aunts’s place. We would spend the day there and retire back to my grandmother’s apartment to sleep.
One night things felt a little off. There was a static feeling in the air and the streets were more empty than usual at night. Zaragoza is a big city and there is always someone awake and running around the streets. I found it odd but brushed it off. I remember how the breeze shook the leaves of the trees under the lamps that dotted the street. When we arrived to the apartment we were exhausted from a long day. As we began to settle in with the usual nightly routine of watching tv, taking showers and unwinding ; things took a turn for the strange…
The apartment above us was being inhabited by a family of African immigrants.
In Spain there are many African immigrants due to being so close to the continent. Naturally these immigrants bring their customs with them. The people above our apartment brought something a little darker than just your average customs.
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I come from a small town with less than 500 people, most of which are elders. So to say I come from a quiet home town would be an understatement. But being from a small town, I had to leave home for post secondary school, so I moved to the city I lived in when I was little. This city has a lot of gun violence and drugs so my mom was less than thrilled. But off I went to school. A few weeks into living there, I had to take a bus somewhere early in the morning (like 7am or so). So I’m standing all alone at the stop. At least for a bit. Soon, a young man in his late teens early twenties comes out of on the school buildings. And. He. Is. Pissed. He’s screaming on his phone to someone, threatening their life and calling them names.
I try to ignore him and wait for the bus, but then he hangs up his phone and whips it at the ground, destroying it completely. And then he comes to stand right next to me. He’s seething and pacing in little circles. I’m getting rather freaked out, but then the bus pulls up. I get on the empty bus and sit down. And he sits right next to me. Like, there is nobody on the bus but the two of us and the driver.
A few minutes into the ride, he opens his bag and it’s full of weapons! Guns, ammo, knives, you name it! I pull the cord and get up, standing next to the driver and saying loudly, “oh no! I think I missed my stop, do you loop around?” So I have a reason to stand next to him. I then tell him, very quietly, about the man with the weapons and ask if he can call for help without alerting him. He tells me that there is a silent button for calling the police in situations like this (turns out taxis have it too, at least in Canada where I am). I chat up the driver to keep the man at ease until the police get there.
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One day my brother and I were talking, doing what we usually did. Talking about weights, girls and rap, I was a rap battling freestyle then. Out of the blue, he hits me with the line “Do you remember the day you saved my life?”
I was like “What?”, I said sure I saved your life plenty of times. I am your big brother, but he was serious, he said “No you really saved my life.”
I was older than him by three years, he said years ago when we were very young. Age range I was seven and he was four, he saw a man crawling out of a ditch. He said the man was pale and very skinny with balding hair, he said he looked like a skeleton or something. He said the man would jester he fingers like come here, but my would always ran away.
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I have 3 siblings, 2 big dogs and a small crowded apartment surrounded by lots of other apartment complex’s and a busy highway right next to them. After this night I stopped jogging so late.
I know what your thinking, you got yourself in this mess for jogging so late- before you make assumptions, I was jogging with my pit bull and it’s the only time I can jog and take the dogs out because I watch my siblings 24/7 because my parents work and can’t afford daycare nor does the apartment I live in doesn’t allow dogs- now back to my experience.
I took my beautiful pit bull- blondie- out for a jog/ walk one night. When I take her out I usually cut through the apartment complex next to myn
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This story still gives me chills when I tell it. I was 15 at the time and I was with my godfather Scotty. We we’re sitting in the living room with my dogs Vatani, a Dutch Shepherd, Sara, a Labrador Retriever mix, and Kodiak, a Dalmatian mix. We heard a knock at the door and it was my neighbor. He asked me if he could use my phone but I told him we don’t other people use our phone. He went back home.
About 10 minutes later me and Scotty were sitting at the kitchen table when all of a sudden the dogs go crazy. Then the front door knob started turning. We ran to my room with the dogs hot on our tails. Scotty started to call 911 when the door swung open. The dogs attacked who ever came in. The person screamed so loud that the 911 operator heard him. The cops came and lifted up the man and we were shocked to realize that it was my neighbor. He was arrested and we filed charges against him.
Soon After me and my family moved to another part of the city. And I haven’t seen my neighbor since. I have no doubt in my mind that my dogs saved us that night.
This story will always scare me till the day I am dead. I was heading to an old abandoned school, it was a school that had been built since my mum was a kid so around 40 years old. Yes you could say it wasn’t exactly in the best shape but my story began when me and my brother Jesse decided to go and check it out. We had climbed through an old window into a dark room with only a little light to see where we were going, my brother said “hey what is that it looks cool let’s go check it out”, I said “okay” so we followed this hallway to a room.
My brother pushed open the door and we saw something horrifying it was a tall figure standing on two legs it had a black mouth, black eyes and it looked so god damn skinny you could see it’s rib cage, This thing had to be around 7ft tall. It said “don’t be scared come here” I thought who is this and what is it doing in an abandoned school. I grabbed that door and slammed it shut I said Jesse let’s get out of here. We both were running and this scares me the most, you could here foot steps right behind us like something was chasing us, I threw myself out the window so did my brother you could hear things shuffling around inside the room we had just jumped out of.
Me and my brother were comprehending what we had just seen, i didn’t want to stay there any longer so we packed up and got into the Ute, the following morning we had went back to check what had happened, instead of it being me and my brother we had my two cousins with me and my 1 year old dog, we decided it was best two head into the door incase we needed to make a quick exit.
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Through out my life I have had many paranormal events.
But none as scary as the first one.
I lived in a small town named love,
On the edge of town over looking a farmer field.
As an adult I found out that the area was a scene of a war.
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