I saw my ex boyfriend on the bus today. That isn’t necessarily scary, so much as stress-inducing. But let me give you some backstory so you’ll understand why it upset me so much.
I’m an eighteen-year-old female on the west coast of Canada, and when I was dating this guy – we’ll call him Cam – I was sixteen. We had a really strong relationship, as we were best friends before we were romantically involved. We dated for almost a year, until I went out of province to Quebec on a summer exchange to learn French. At the same time, Cam went to a cadet camp in Alberta with his squadron. When we came home, I received a message on facebook from a girl in Alberta who claimed that Cam had cheated on me with her. When I confronted Cam about this, he confessed that she was one of five girls that he had cheated on me with. Needless to say, I dumped him.
I have Borderline Personality Disorder, and after the break up I became incredibly depressed. I hadn’t wanted to break up, and I was still really attached to him. I attempted suicide, and ended up in a coma in the hospital after overdosing. I woke up after a day, and when I was fully recovered I was moved to the Psychiatric ward. I actually have a few other stories about people in the psych ward that I can write later, if requested.
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I live in Burlington, Ontario, a nice lakeside city near Toronto. This story happened to me during a school trip when I was in eighth grade. At my elementary school, which by the way was Catholic, everyone in grade eight would get to go on two trips as part of their final year at the school. One trip took place in the fall and was usually a religious camping trip that took place about forty minutes out of the city. By religious, I mean everyone had to participate in group activities that revolved around being a good Christian and teamwork, etc. This, of course, completely sucked as this “camp” was little more than a religion class stretched to three days.
The second school trip always took place in the spring and was usually a trip to Ottawa for the weekend where we could explore the city and visit museums. For some reason, it was decided my year would instead take another camping trip (at a camp I will not name) about four hours away at Algonquin Provincial Park. The camp was on one of the many lakes in the park and was set up like your pretty typical summer camp. Cabins were spread out near the lake and partially in the forest and there were bathrooms and a mess hall in separate buildings. As you would guess, boys and girls shared separate cabins. The girls’ cabins were built on supports above the ground and were the ones closer to the lake. Our cabins were almost in the forest and built on the ground along a gravel road. I shared a larger cabin with about four other guys. Although our cabin was the largest, it was probably the least comforting. While the other cabins had actual windows and doors that would fully close and lock, our cabin looked like it was built from balsa wood, only had thin bug-screens for windows and a door that wouldn’t close. I should also point out that I had no experience with actual camping, as my family hates it, so this was a pretty bad first impression.
This is where the “creepy” story actually starts. On the first evening, we were all gathered outside the mess hall for a fun night activity. The camp counsellors told us about a hermit that lived in the nearby woods. The activity was that they were going to take us into the dark woods in groups to see where this hermit lived. This kind of caught us by surprise as it was quite random, but intriguing at the same time. As you would expect, everyone was pretty much screaming as we were led deeper into the woods with only our flashlights, looking for this hermit’s house. When we finally came across this “house”, which was little more than a huge log with a makeshift bed, we were led back to camp.
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This story was inspired by our scary experience in Algonquin Park, Canada, where we got stuck on a road called Lac Wendigo.
My family and I were camping up North for some time. But sadly after 6 days we had to leave.
It was early in the morning when we left, about [8:00].
I was with 3 people. My mother Cindy, and my 2 cousins Sheryl and Samatha.
As we were driving, my mother, being the outdoorsy type, wanted Sheryl to drive through her favourite place, Algonquin Provincial Park.
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To start out, here is some background information. I am a 17 year old male that lives in Northern Minnesota back in the states. I consider myself muscular I weigh around 200 pounds and I go to the gym every morning. So because I am a teenager that works out everyday and is a starting linebacker on the high school football team I am very cocky and not easily scared.
So every summer my friend and I drive up to Bitscho Lake in Alberta. We usually go fishing in our little boat and that’s what we were doing today. We just got done fishing and we are driving our fishing boat back to our cabin, my friend Zach stops the boat and starts clenching his ears. I notice obviously and look over and ask “hey man are you ok?”. He responds with “what the hell is that noise, do you hear that?”. Confused I answer while looking around at the surrounding lake “no what does it sound like?”.
He looks around for about 10 seconds and responds “it was like a super high pitched howl that sounded like it was right next to me, but now it’s gone.” So he starts the boat backup and we drive back to our cabin undisturbed. A couple of hours later we are playing the new call of duty together in the living room when something that sounded like a rock hits our window. We both jump and Zach screams “what the f*ck” and goes to check it out.
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A little background on this story: This happened in March 2007, I was fourteen at the time and lived with my dad and my sister in a small town in Quebec. We had two dogs at the time, a Great Dane named Fergie and a Husky named Cormac.
I encountered this thing a couple of times, and I’ve never told anybody about it before. The first time I saw it I was out walking Fergie and Cormac at about midday. We were walking on a path through a forest, when suddenly, Cormac went behind me and started whimpering, and Fergie started growling and barking at someone, or someting that I couldn’t see. I got the chills and felt uneasy. Now, I’m a strong believer in the supernatural and had heard of encounters similar to these before, and immediately took my cross off from around my neck and brandished it towards the direction in which Fergie whad been growling and told whatever it was to leave. I saw a translucent black shape writhe in what I assume was agony and then disappear.
Me being the confidant and cocky adolescent I was, I went back there to walk them again, but this time at around 9 o’clock PM. I cam to a clearing that I had never even seen before, and there was an old tool shed that seemed very out of place. When I got near it, I felt extremely uneasy, but took out the bottle of holy water that I took because of the first encounter.
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This encounter took place in 2010. My boyfriend and I were in our mid-twenties. It was summertime. We were lucky enough to get time off work at the same time, so we decided to spend a couple nights at my family cabin. The cabin is located in Northwestern Ontario, Canada, in a remote area about 40 minutes away from the nearest town. It’s on a medium sized lake surrounded by dense forest. There are only 20 cabins on the lake, spread out quite far from each other. We were there in the middle of the week, so there weren’t many people on the lake. I should mention that the cabin is on an island.
Our plan was to get there Tuesday night and leave Thursday morning. We arrived and spent the first night without incident. On Wednesday, we took the canoe out for a short ride. We parked it on the mainland and went on a hike down an old logging road. The road hasn’t been driven down in years. It’s overgrown and as far as I know people only use it for blueberry picking now, but it goes into the bush for quite a few kilometers. The two of us hiked down the road for 2 hours, sat down for a small lunch, then decided to turn back. On our way back, I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that we were being watched and followed. It only occurred to me then that if anything bad were to happen to us, no one was coming to help. In hindsight, we should have told someone about our hiking plans, just in case, but it was too late for that. I tried my best to dismiss how I felt and didn’t even mention it to my boyfriend.
We found the canoe where we had left it tied up. We got in and started paddling home. I was in the back of the canoe, steering. I couldn’t help but turn around and look behind us. The first time I did so, I thought I saw a large shadow move in among the trees a short distance from where we had parked the canoe. When I looked back the second time, I saw nothing. I immediately dismissed what I saw. I reminded myself that your eyes can easily play tricks on you when looking into the shadows of a densely packed forest.
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My name is Zoe, and have lived in the Okanagan my whole life. I’ve had my share of weird experiences, from earth worms crawling up from the carpets in my old house to the unplugged vacuum turning itself on and off, but I’ll leave those stories for another day. I’ll start off my saying this story belongs to my uncle, Brad, when he was still a kid. When he first told this to me, it made me shiver, and it honestly still does. I apologize in advance for how short this may be.
My uncle had grown up in a big house with his parents and four siblings, right on the beach and with a beautiful view of the Okanagan lake. They basically grew up in the water. Every time it stormed, my uncle would get his brother and sisters and they would all head out to the lake for some swimming. This time, however, Brad decided he wanted to try out water skiing during a storm. Their mother, Nancy, decided it would be a fun thing to try and offered to drive the boat while Brad was on the skis.
Brad and his mother then took the boat out for a bit while the other kids watched from the shore, thunder booming up ahead. Thankfully it wasn’t too windy just yet and the storm had just begun, so they had some time to have fun before the storm worsened and forced them back from the water.
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My name is Chris, half Welsh half Hungarian, and I live in London. My cousin, Daniel, half Hungarian half Canadian , lives in a town 40 miles from Toronto, in Canada. Our mothers are two sisters from Hungary, and beacause of them, we are both fluent in Hungarian, and this is an important part of the story.
Every year, we would go to Canada to visit my cousin’s family for a week. This one time, about 10 years ago, when we were 11 and 12 years old, we were left alone playing on my cousin’s brand new Playstation 3 while our parents were out shopping in Toronto.
It was about 7 p.m. and we started hearing strange sounds coming from downstairs. My cousin thought that it was her grandma, bringing us something to eat, but as he looks down the stairs, he looked into the eyes of a 6′ 5” 300 pound man with a baseball bat. He immediately sprinted to his room and told me to get up and run into the bathroom, but he said everything in Hungarian so that the burglar didn’t understand us. We ran into the bathroom, locked it, and tried to think about what we were going to do. The biggest issue was that my phone had no signal in Canada, while his was downstairs in the living room, unless this guy took it.
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This story takes place in Alberta, Canada. I’m an 18 year old female now, but this took place back when I was 16 years old.
My friend and I, let’s call her Bea, were out at my farm here in Alberta. A beautiful rural setting with forest and field.
To give some brief details of the setting, the farmhouse is at the end of a very long driveway. Behind the farmhouse, there is a barn and a wide trail that leads back to a wide open field where we keep cows and horses. Along that trail were two, run down trailers that my mom and her family used to live in while her dad (my grandfather) built the farmhouse.
Bea and I were out there with my mom, her (now ex) boyfriend, and my younger brother. Nothing was out of the usual. The snow was sparkling, it was fluffy and light, easy to sink into with every step. Our truck was parked up by the farmhouse. All five of us were out back in search of a Christmas tree. We were pushing through the trees, but Bea and I decided to turn back as the sun started to disappear behind the trees. As my mom, her partner and my brother continued on, Bea and I started heading back to the trail that would take us back to the truck.
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